1. My Last Morning With Melissa


    Date: 3/22/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Anal, Erotica, Oral Sex, Reluctance, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    away but even then her lips parted, accepting my kiss in what could only be described as an agonizing surrender. The powerfully sweet aroma of her perfume and the lingering taste of the cinnamon on her lips rushed through my senses, marking them with a beautiful and indelible memory. It was a memory that would become an ache of desire I would be cursed to forever crave. When my tongue glossed across her bottom lip, a breathless mewl passed from her lithe body that was filled with both a longing for my touch and a regret for the violation of her vows. I became overwhelmed with a torrid passion for her that had been suppressed for far too long. I knew how hard it must have been for her to come to me that morning. She was afraid, of that I was well aware. Afraid of what I might do, and more frightened by her need for me to do it. We shared a forbidden and overriding desire that had been building for months. For too long we had been standing on the edge of a dangerous fire and once ignited, it burned with a heat that neither of us wanted to resist. In a moment of aroused aggression I grasped Melissa's wrist and pinned her arms against the wall. My body pressed against hers and my mouth descended to her throat, sucking and biting at her tender and supple skin. Her breath became ragged and she wriggled against me, not quite fighting but still not totally accepting my intimate presence. Memories of our past conversation rushed through my mind and images from the last book we ...
    shared flashed before me. She had, through those pseudo-innocent ways, told me of her hidden desire to be taken and now we both knew that taken she would be. Our bodies became tangled in a frantic rush to shed the layered clothing that still kept us apart. Her coat, my shirt, her skirt, my pants, they all soon lay scattered around us. I remember flashes of that moment and as each piece of her clothing fell away, more of her beautiful body became exposed to my touch. She stood there before me, with only her black lacy bra and gossamer-like panties covering her modesty. Dark hair, mussed by my arousal, cascaded wildly over her shoulders and her dark eyes gleamed like embers in the night. Shyly, in that pause, her arms crossed over her perfectly formed breasts and she met my gaze with a look of timid surrender as she waited for whatever might come next. "Melissa, you are so beautiful." My sanity had suddenly returned and I began to caress her face but she shook her head. "David, don't!" Her voice quivered and her eyes were wide with obvious anxiety but she made no effort to break my grip or even avoid my touch. My mind was awhirl with conflicting emotions. Arousal and lust flared and battled in my belly with reasoned restraint and I didn't know if I should kiss her or scream in frustration. I hesitated, trying to keep myself from doing something we would both regret when she swallowed hard and spoke again. "Please, David, don't be sweet. Don't be gentle with me." It must have been ...
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