Silver heat - Sex Stories

Silver heat

... if I had been propelled to the very center of the universe to inhabit that rare province intended only for the gods. Lance released my cock and took his finger and tongue from me. My feet slumped to the sand. But I did not immediately return to earth, to consciousness. Lance straddled my body with his. He bent and began to kiss me once again. His lips, his tongue went to each spatter, each drop of my cum. I came back to myself slowly, the motions of his tongue sending rippling aftershocks through me. The look in his face, etched in silver by gleaming moonlight, spoke deeply to me. He lapped at each drop of my essence as if it were a precious liquid, the food of the gods. This was not merely sex, this was more. I knew then he treasured me, cared deeply for me. Finished rescuing the last of my precious fluids, Lance lay his heavy body full upon me, kissed my lips softly, and rolled us onto our sides. The last thing I remembered before I dozed off, was the redolent smell of my cum on my lovers lips and breath. We dozed for quite some time, there on the shore, one with aweful, peaceful nature as gulls swirled and called overhead, waves shush, shushed us to dreams, and the stars and moon lighted our way to serenity. I awoke with a start, not knowing where I was. This was certainly not my small uncomfortable bed at home. I giggled to myself then. I lay spooned with lance. Behind me I could feel the fullness of Lance's cock pressing against me. After all that had happened, he had ...

... not, in the end, sought his own release but endeavored to bring me to a completeness, a fullness I had never known. My ass still twinged a bit, not used to being invaded from outside by anything, no matter how small. My mind flashed back to that moment, there in the sea, when a part of him. Yes him, a man, my lover now, I vowed to tell him, show him. That moment when a part of him, a part of his body had entered mine. Despite the pain, it had enthralled me. I resolved at that moment to bring it about by some means. I would have this man for my own. I would have him. Have him, have that, that oh so beautiful, large and powerful and exciting piece of him, INSDE me. I would take him into my body, give him everything and take everything. I wold take his cum, his sperm, his essence into my body and cherish it, and cherish him to the end of my days. If he would have me, take me. It would happen soon. I would see to it. Out in the lagoon, our porpoises, or another school of them, jumped and played, splashed and cavorted and danced on their tails with seeming glee. A tiny sliver of red sun was floating to the surface of the sea. Overhead gulls swirled and called. Our vessels should mean food to them, they tried to tell me. Only a few feet away, a porcupine waddled down to search for mollusks, pawing at the surf. Life, living was so beautiful, so precious. Only six days ago I had been thrumming through a boring day to day boredom having no idea of the glory that awaited me. I could ...