Erotica – Passion
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They separated and collapsed into a pool of exhaustion and pleasure, the last waves crashing over them. They were wet from the vigorousness and duration of their love, not just the erogenous reaction to stimulation. The couch had provided precisely the angle he needed to reach her most perfect of zones. She had been vaginally centered in her orgasm…a challenge. It wasn’t deep…it was just on the other side of her pelvis, but she had required considerably more pressure than he’d been accustomed to providing. He had sat her down, not on the seats, but on the top of the back of the couch, inverting her, with her head lying down by the seat. The mirror on the wall opposite him provided her an incredible view of their foreplay. She could see him kneeling behind the couch, his bearded face buried between her thighs, gently licking her clitoris and labia…nibbling, sucking, flicking…every action providing a different sensation, all of them incredible. His beard was a scratchy softness that made the entire area stimulated…drawing more blood to the epicenter of her rising ecstasy. His hands, connected to long arms on his 6’4” frame, were up at her chest, massaging their heaving flesh. He had started off gently caressing her nipples and graduated to squeezing the entire breast as they both became more aroused, and now, he was back to the nipples themselves, giving her just a little bit of twisting pain to heighten her desire to an almost unbearable level. He had lingered there for hours, it seemed. She hadn’t had that kind of extended stimulation before, but she reveled in it. She had been very communicative with him, and he responded well to her needs and desires. He didn’t seem to need words to understand exactly what she wanted…just cues that she gave him…making sounds and moving her body…were enough for him to know her deepest desires. He was clearly perceptive. “What a spectacular trait for a lover,” she recalled thinking. But the time for cues was finished. Up until now, she had been a passionate, expressive, but wholesome partner, just as her husband liked, but the passion now, had become unequalled with her lover…she had been driven to the point of needing him, and she wanted him to know how much she desired him. “Fuck me,” she said. Her voice was husky and breathless…she sounded primal…“Fuck my pussy, now! I need you to fuck me…”
He had already been preparing for this, giving her breasts a little recovery and yearning time so he could give his cock some air outside of the restrictive denim. His pleasure had been rising in tandem with hers, and his manhood had reached the point where it was straining against its own flesh, engorged like a tomato that breaks the stem, just from its own weight. As those words left her lips…the words he had waited for…his body had an involuntary response, releasing a drop of fluid from the tip. In one motion, he stood, spread the fluid around the head, and entered her. She inhaled so deeply that it felt like she had grown an extra lung. He withdrew. She gasped and he entered her again, filling her vagina and her lungs. He was torturing her now, but she loved it. He buried deeply inside her, thrusting and pushing against her. His hands were cupping her ass, squeezing tighter and tighter as he pulled her to him. His hands moved to her back, raising her lithe body up to face him. She wrapped her legs around him, as he kissed her hard and long. She was squeezing him with every muscle in the lower half of her body now, and he could barely stand it. “Oh, my God,” he whispered, as he nibbled on her ear, his hot breath noticeably warmer. She reached up to hold the back of his head, as she gripped him even tighter with her legs, taking control of the sex and its pace. They were standing now, and she was rigorously fucking him in front of the mirror, working her stomach and pussy until they felt like they were on fire with friction and contraction. He sat her back down on the edge of the couch and pushed her torso back over, forming the obtuse angle. He was fucking her much harder now. The sweat dripped from his brow, veins bursting with intensity. “Yes, baby, ohhhhh, YES!” she said. She hadn’t stopped speaking since her initial request. “Yes, fuck that pussy…that’s it, baby…I’m going to cum,” she said. As she began to rub her clitoris, he gritted his teeth and thrust even harder. Even faster. “I’m going to cum, baby.” She kept repeating it, and it drove him mad with passion. “Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she said, getting closer, she screamed and thrashed around under him, uncontrollably flailing with convulsions of lust and fulfillment. “I’m cumming!” She screamed. He bit his lip, but continued to thrust violently, hitting her in just the right place.
As the last spasm left her body, he withdrew and collapsed next to her on the couch. She rolled over onto her stomach as he flipped his legs over the couch, fully extended in a lounging position. She was clutching a pillow to her chest, trying to regain her normal breathing pattern, her head swimming with what had just transpired. How he made her feel, and for how long it was sustained. He masturbated as he looked at her beautiful form lying beside him, and he reached out to her hairline with his other hand…there was a line of sweat that ran from her neck to her lower back now, pooling at its small. He traced the line down her spine, lingering at the little puddle, and continued down until he reached her anus. He hesitated. Not that he lacked confidence, but because he wanted to know that she was comfortable. She relaxed whatever tension was left in her lower extremities and raised her ass slightly. He knew she was receptive. His index finger entered her slowly. She moaned a very deep, guttural sound. Her already swimming mind was now being lapped with waves she’d never felt before. He was slowly inserting the digit repeatedly, and she had to bite down into the pillow. Around the fabric, he could hear her mutter, “Oh my God,” at every insertion. Her breathing seemed to return to its labored state so quickly. She released the pillow and turned to see his still erect cock, still wet with their love, and she took it into her mouth. It was his turn to be driven to this point, she thought. She engulfed him, extending her tongue down the shaft and lowered her throat down onto him. She gagged, not because of reflex, but to turn him on. She drooled onto his cock for him to see and then forced her head deeply down onto him, her nose now buried in his shorn, moist scrotum…she could smell their sex vividly now, and it aroused her. Tears began to well in her eyes, but she stayed there, moaning the pleasure she felt in her ass, and burning with desire to make him explode as she had. Her constant noises vibrated through his manhood and drove him insane. She had no inhibitions or boundaries, and that was the biggest turn-on of all to him. She fondled his balls now, gently making them tighten as his arousal grew. He repositioned himself down closer to her rear, where he now had a couple of fingers in her vagina as well as the one in her ass. She was so far beyond any previous pleasurable milestone, that she felt like she was on another plane of existence. He could feel the vibration extending to his spine from the animalistic noises that escaped from her mouth through his cock. She craved his completion. She MUST finish him before she came again. She found just the right position with her hand on his cock…fingers clenching the vein on its underside tightly. She rigorously milked it while licking the tip, periodically plunging her throat back down onto him to mix up the sensations…she tugged harder on his balls now, as she could feel herself uncontrollably hurtling toward the brink again. Her moans turned to screams and she tried to stifle them with his cock, but that couldn’t stop the inevitable. She forced her face down hard and held it there as she practically growled with passion this time. She was cumming again, and he hadn’t, damnit…she pulled hard on his balls as she came violently from his actions and she felt his warm wet semen in the back of her throat. Her screams turned to moans, acknowledging the accomplishment. She tugged some more and actually had to swallow this time. The initial blast didn’t seem to require such action…they both moaned with pleasure, as they separated, spent.
