1. Eating Breakfast In Glass Slippers


    Date: 11/8/2014, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: TheScheherezadeFeint, Rating: 26, Source: LushStories

    first priority.” “I understand. Let's just relax and have some fun,” he says, and puts his arm around me. “So that's what's going on with the shoes?” “...Yeah,” I say looking away from him, “I just haven't taken them off yet. The dress came off this morning, but, they stay for a while...” “I get it.” “You do?” “Sure. Can't wear a wedding dress just around, but you can wear those. I mean, they're a little dressy, but I think I understand it as best as someone like me can.” “Someone like you?” “Someone who's never made it past three months in a relationship.” “How's that?” “Not for lack of trying, I promise you.” “Well, one day, I'm sure.” “Yeah...” for a moment he is distant, but snaps back to me within a second or two, “So, what can we do to cheer you up?” “Just...” I don't say anything else, but kiss him instead. Words aren't really my thing. At least not today. His hand on the back of my head, he kisses me back. Good. God, that's good. Please, again... Time slows and stretches each time we kiss until it stops. The next thing I know I'm flat on my back in the moss, the river still beneath me. The last bit of sunset slips below the hills as he lifts my dress, and leans closer. Luke's breath is as hot and intense, pulsing on my thighs as the blood surging through my heart. Shivering in the cool of dusk I shake off every bit of intoxication in pure ecstatic focus. Gasping in a deep breath, I bite my lip to keep it as he kisses me. Oh... his tongue... If you asked me now I'd ...
    swear I couldn't forget this moment. My heart racing, all I can do is arch my back and hold on for dear life. Every part of me is gripping him or the tree, and fuck...! His tongue knows its way around. He's not ignoring my clit, but he hasn't even touched it. Mmmm... how fucking far can it get inside me? I bite my lip hard as he penetrates me and nibbles on my clit with his upper lip. Fuck, I'm still so sensitive. One hand crosses to my right breast and squeezes, while he uses his other to apply gentle, brazen pressure to my ass. He withdrew his tongue and kissed me, looking toward my eyes; but waited only a moment before pressing on, unprotested. Every part of me is hungry for this. I need him on me. His tongue and hands caressing me, making me his, and making me scream are too much. Feral, wild in the night, he leans forward and slides into me, easily. Crying out into the dark, I'm cumming hard as he penetrates me. Whimpering, I relax enough to let him start, and in the heat of the moment we begin to fuck. Sliding into me rapid-fire like a piston working overtime, he's hitting me just in the right spot, mmmm... fuck! Ah... I squeeze my nipple and play with my clit while he nails me to this tree. Oh fuck, oh no. Already? I'm cumming again! Where did that even come from? He pulls out, or rather is forced out of me, and looks into my eyes for a moment, both of us panting. Fuck, I do not normally cum like that. I slip my hand between his arms and reach between his legs to hold his ...