Renaissance of the Heart - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Renaissance of the Heart - Part 3

... hips and bottom. The feel of her totally bare skin against mine was such a turn on. I rubbed the mound of my pussy against hers as we exchanged ever more passionate kisses. I rolled Elizabeth over and continued to rub against her, the swollen lips of my pussy stroking hers as we moaned with pleasure. Our lips were locked together, our tongues in a wet embrace and our pussys melting into one sweet union of blissful sex. I had never wanted someone so badly as I wanted Elizabeth. I had a whole multitude of pent up frustrations and desires and I was letting them go. Amid all the uncertainties, trials and temptations, it was Elizabeth who had kept me going. She was my one constant. I slithered down the bed, kissing her wherever the fancy took me, choosing the softer, most inviting places to plant my lips, which was nearly everywhere. She trembled as my mouth smooched over her tight tummy, each kiss half an inch nearer to her moist little slit. My hair trailed over her skin leaving tributaries of blonde, which covered my eyes leaving me to focus on her perfect body. Elizabeth was reduced to soft whimpers as my lips crossed the sexy stubble of her pubes, a triangular field of womanhood that led to her well of Venus. My tongue tickled and probed, lifting the hood of her clitty and then delving into the sweetness of her girly secrets. I nuzzled her there, lapping and tonguing, until she was writhing among the petals. Teasing, I worked my way back up her front, rolling my bottom lip ...

... along the ridge of her ribs and then up to her breasts. I kissed her breasts and lingered around her areolae, rolling my tongue over the puffy surrounds of her nipples. She cooed with pleasure as her nipples became stiff and wet from my saliva. Elizabeth had become so worked up, her fingers were quietly seeking out her little nub, but I had a better idea. I lay beside her and she turned towards me, kissing me on the lips as we crossed arms and allowed our fingers to stray between each other’s legs. We were both really turned on and I’m sure I was at least as wet as Elizabeth, just from her gasps as her fingers entered my velvet. It was almost an effort not to slip my fingers deeply into her vagina, she was so silky smooth – her juices coating my curling digits. It was such a beautiful moment, sharing tender kisses as we made each other tingle. I was close to coming from our mutual masturbation, but Elizabeth thought it was her turn to tease as she eased back and kissed me deeply, half climbing on top of me. Aroused and in a playful mood, I pushed her back on to the bed and straddled her waist, pinning her to the bed, so that she was at the mercy of my whim. She cupped my breasts, weighing them in her palms, and tweaking my nipples between her fingers. As if I needed any encouragement I lay my hands flat by her sides and pushed my breasts into her face, swaying my body gently, so that her nose and mouth were smothered by my boobs. She wriggled beneath me, play biting my boobs, ...