1. A Woman Too Far


    Date: 7/28/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: WannabeWordsmith, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    Her delicate hand reached for him, brushed the fabric of his checked shirt, then grabbed his lapel and yanked him into another deep kiss. He dared to touch her soft skin, starting at the shoulders and chasing south until he was cupping her tiny bottom, pulling her against his erection. She moaned as his hardness pressed between them. Breathlessly, she pulled away. "Upstairs." She ducked, charged past him and bound up the flight. Ryan watched her go, pert bum peeking from the base of her knickers. He didn't stick around long before climbing after her. By the time he doubled back along the landing to her bedroom she was already lounging on the end of the queen-size bed, a few candles dancing on the shelf above the headboard. Damn she's quick. One thing about Victorian houses was the space. It had huge, three-metre high ceilings with massive windows through which moonlight streamed, framing Emily propped up on her elbows, feet dangling, just watching him. He began peeling off his shoes, socks and trousers in a slightly more uncoordinated fashion than he'd have liked. When all that remained was his shirt and underwear, she beckoned him with one finger. Hungrily, he approached, bending to trail kisses from her thigh, skirting the panties, onwards to circle her tiny belly hump then up between the valley of her breasts until his two-day-old growth nuzzled her throat. He felt her hands running over his torso, scrabbling for the buttons on his shirt, undoing them one by one and ...
    pushing the garment from his shoulders. Emily traced the contour of his firm pectorals, reaching round and gently scratching his back, then trailed her hands down into the waistband of his underwear, tugging them from his body. He stood and let them fall away, her eyes widening at the sight of him, already fully erect. Emily chewed her lip ring. "I want you inside me." Ryan didn't need asking twice. He bent and helped shuck her panties down, leaving them pooled above her ankle boots, parted her knees, eyed her trimmed pubic hair and puffy lips closely, then dove between them. She tasted divine. Dewy like watermelon, and hot from the exertion at the club, a rich tapestry of smells greeting him and his extended tongue. There was no finer place on Earth than buried between a horny woman's thighs. He felt his cock swell at the sounds she made with each lick, the exhalations as he nibbled her protruding clitoris and the gasps as his long tongue snaked inside her wetness. He selfishly lapped everything until she guided his head away, lips and chin coated in her juices. As much as he would have loved to continue until she passed out, he was aching to fuck her. His last had been Imogen. Monday? No, Sunday night. Three days without pussy: a comparative dry spell. Longer considering Imogen turned up at his door wearing only a coy smile, Diamante G-string beneath her coat, and a demand for anal. Ryan smiled at the recollection of her big butt jiggling every time he slammed into it. With ...
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