5 comments/ 13365 views/ 0 favorites A Love Scene By: Diamondbarrow She had that familiar feeling in her stomach and chest, one of nervousness. As always, his mere touch enthralled her. In all of her past flings, she had been the dominant one, controlling everything from tempo to position. Not with him, however. His hands slid from her sides to her belly, holding her to him, his warm breath blowing across her neck. In response, she lifted her arms, wrapping them around his neck, rubbing her near-perfect backside against him, which brought a small moan from his throat. He was already getting hard for her, she noticed, and enticed him with a little more rubbing. She gasped lightly as he bit gently on her neck, his tongue tasting her smooth flesh. Her surprise turned to ecstasy as his hands slid up her belly, cupping her silk-covered breasts. This wasn't the first time he'd surprised her in foreplay, though. Many of the things he did, the places he touched her... she didn't expect them to turn her on as they did. She moaned softly as his hands gently massaged her tits, and she smiled, snuggling back against him, content to let him have his way. Her brassiere was front-clasped, which he deftly disabled with only his thumb and forefinger. Her smile turned to a grin as he pulled the silk coverings of her breasts aside, exposing her erect nipples to the chill night air. She loved it up here, where they had made love so many times, and, on those more lustful occasions, fucked. They were far above the streets, on top of an apartment building on the east side of town. The building was abandoned, and Barrow had decided to make it theirs. So many nights... She was brought from her memories by his hands. He was still paying close attentions to her tits, but one hand had begun to slip down her body. It soon made its intent clear when it slipped between her legs, lightly rubbing her moistened pussy through her silken panties. She smiled as a moan escaped her lips. She opened her legs a bit, and he took the cue, reaching further and cupping her entire mound, causing a moan to escape her lips. A thought occurred to her, and she turned suddenly, facing Barrow and pressing herself against him, her breasts pressed against his bare chest. She kissed him passionately, and then kissed along his jaw and down his neck. There was something she'd wanted to try, to experiment with. She kissed slowly down his chest and abdomen, eventually ending on her knees. She looked up to him, a mischievous smile on her face, a smile he returned. He had a good idea what she was thinking, and he had no objections. She quickly unfastened his belt, practically throwing his pants down. There before her was his perfect, erect dick. She wanted to taste it right then and there, but she calmed herself. She had to make it fun, not immediate. She lightly groped his testicles, massaging them slightly and bringing a soft groan from him. He let his eyes close, letting her know she had complete and utter control. With her free hand, she firmly gripped the base of his penis, and stroked slowly upwards, bringing another expression of pleasure from him. She rubbed her thumb over his sensitive tip, loving how smooth and velvety he felt. She continued to stroke him slowly, her mouth opening some. She'd never done this; never let anyone talk her into doing it. But, for some reason, she absolutely needed to do it with Barrow. She gently ran her tongue over the head of his dick, and she moaned in surprised delight. She had not known what to expect taste-wise, but she certainly never would have guessed this. There was a certain sweetness to it. It wasn't a heavy flavor, but it was definitely there. Beyond that, it was as if licking one of her fingers; it tasted, simply enough, like flesh. She licked him again, this time getting a small bead of precum that had formed at his tip. She couldn't explain it, but it was an aphrodisiac and ambrosia mixed into one substance. She had to have more, and, at the same time, it made her hornier. Her hands' pace quickened ever so slightly, stroking him to coax more of that delicious liquid to the surface, and massaging his balls to encourage the production of more. She opened her eyes some, looking to the bulging tip of his rod. She licked her lips once, and started taking him into her mouth. At first, she only took his head, licking and sucking lightly, pleased as more of that divine liquid made its way to her tongue. His hand came down and lightly caressed her cheek, and she decided to go a little further. Her hands kept up a steady pace, not too fast, not too slow, as she slowly began taking more of him. She paused every inch or so, letting her mouth get used to the feeling of the organ, her tongue massaging the thick vein on its underside. She got almost half of his ten inches past her lips, before she felt she couldn't take any more. She felt a slight fluttering in her chest, and got an idea. She pulled head back slowly, so that only his tip was in her again. She paused to taste another drop of his delicious liquid, and then pushed her head forward at a slow, steady pace. She immediately drew her head back again, and, again, surged forward. She quickened her pace to match that of her hands, and let her eyes close, enjoying the long, low groan of pleasure escaping his throat. She could feel him beginning to throb, and she found it to be strangely satisfying, knowing she could pleasure her lover so. That thought in mind, she quickened her pace slightly, more of his ambrosia making it to her tongue and throat. Barrow laced his fingers into her hair, letting his mouth open as he moaned, loving the attention she was giving him. She continued to massage his testicles, but then got a better idea. She pressed lightly at the base of his scrotum, and began to rub. She felt his pelvic region tighten immediately, and knew she had found the spot. She quickened her pace more and increased the overall friction, knowing he wouldn't last much longer. She would have grinned if she was able, but she settled for groaning slightly, further pleasuring him. He began to pulsate rhythmically now, and she knew what was coming. She rubbed harder on the base of his scrotum, and took in as much of him that she could, stroking him furiously. He grunted once, and tilted his head back, moaning into the night. He was trying to hold it back, she thought to herself, and, as she predicted, he couldn't. He ejaculated fiercely, filling her mouth in a second. Her first instinct was to pull her head away and spit it out, but she stopped her self. The substance she had tasted before may have been ambrosia, but this... It was glorious! Salty and sweet all at once, and that texture! She swallowed some to make room, as he was still coming, and she stroked him slowly, lovingly, looking up at him. He finally stopped, and she let his semen rest in her mouth for a moment, savoring the taste. She finally swallowed all of it, and got to her feet, leaning against him. He wrapped his arms around, caressing her back as he caught his breath. He then looked to her, flashing a devious grin. He swept her off her feet, and laid her gently on the ground. He began to caress her legs, coaxing them open, and she knew what he was planning. Turnabout was fair play, after all. But that's a story for another time. A Love Scene Ch. 02 Chapter 2: Sweet Revenge Her cries pierced the night air, shattering the momentary science on the rooftop, as she propped herself on her elbows. She felt as if she would explode. He had made good on his unspoken promise of revenge, his face now buried in her pussy as he made excellent use of his tongue and mouth. She couldn't help but grind her hips against his face as he managed to get his tongue deeper inside her. As always, he knew exactly where to stimulate her. He had been at it for quite a few minutes now, building her up and then slowly bringing her down. Her breath blew past her hot lips as she panted, feeling somewhat week in her abdomen. It was such delightful torture! He was bringing her down again, and she lay back, breathing heavily as he started to gently suck on her clitoris. Sweat covered them both, the labors of their love-making-turned-to-fucking tiring them both somewhat. She knew she was more tired than he was, though. He was a genetically enhanced government project, after all; she wasn't entirely sure he could get truly fatigued at all, and the thought brought a small smile to her lips, a smile that grew as two of his fingers began probing her. He was going slowly, and she enjoyed the opportunity to catch her breath. He was gently thrusting his fingers in and out, spreading somewhat on the outstroke. She'd been holding her legs in the air for quite some time now, so she let them rest on his shoulders, her thighs lightly embracing his head. She let her eyes close as she tried to relax, enjoying the sensation of any part of him inside her. Her eyes snapped back open, however, when her began to curl his fingers, methodically searching for her 'spot,' which he found quickly. She let out a long, low moan, her legs spreading somewhat and coming to rest on the ground. He was still flicking his tongue against her when he looked up to her, lifting his head some. She knew the look in his eyes, and neither of them needed to say anything; his instructions were clear. He pulled away from her momentarily, and she slowly turned over onto her stomach, lifting her hips into the air and propping them up with her knees. He lightly groped her buttocks, squeezing them playfully as he got in position. She giggled a little, loving when he played with her ass. He lightly cupped the mound of flesh between her legs, gathering wetness, of which there was plenty by now. She let her eyes closed, preferring not to know when the penetration was coming; an extra bit of excitement. Just thinking about it made her want to climax, to scream out into the night in pure pleasure and joy. Her head perked up some, and her eyes opened as he began to press against her, slipping his dick inside her pussy. As she had predicted, she came immediately, her muscles gripping him tightly, more liquid seeping out to dribble down her thighs. Her cry was long and clear as she ground her hips against his, enjoying the feel of his large member. Once the sensation passed, she laid her head back down, signaling for him to begin, which he did. She felt herself stretch a bit as he thrust into her, and moaned in delight as he began moving rhythmically. She loved this position, where she didn't have to work at all. He knew exactly what he was doing, and she let herself enjoy it fully, loving the feeling of his dick going deeper and deeper. He shifted his position a little, causing the tip of his manhood to repeatedly stimulate her spot, making her gasp some, a soft moan coming from her throat. Her moan turned a soft cry as he began to spank her, gently at first. The heat being generated between them was sweltering, causing her to perspire. Copious amounts of sweat mixed with her other liquids, creating a mixture erotic in both scent and taste, a fact she just happened to know from previous experiences. It occured to her then, as her lover was pleasing her from behind, just how much fun was in their lives. Despite being blacklisted by the authorites, their numerous fights with Government troops, and the incredible caution they had to take in just coming to the surface, they still managed to enjoy their lives fully. Barrow reached his hand around her front and lightly caressed her belly, another one of those innocuous things that she loved so much, and she knew what was coming. She propped herself up on her forearms in anticipation, then threw her head back and let out a cry of ecstasy as his fingers caressed her clitoris. It was all too much, and she came once again with force. She moaned and panted as shockwaves passed through her, causing her vaginal muscles to convulse, gripping him tightly. This was, in turn, too much for him, and he released a low groan of pleasure as he climaxed, his purely aesthetic semen jetting into her. They both moaned softly in pleasure as he pulled himself out of her, his liquid mixing with hers. He smiled to himself, and licked her thighs, cleaning her with his own tongue. She giggled softly as he did this, moaning as he licked between her legs, his hands giving her ass a final squeeze. She turned slowly to her back, her legs spread as she motioned for him to lay atop her. He obeyed, and they kissed passionately, sharing a small reservoir of their combined fluids. She marveled at the taste, a unique blend of saltiness and sweetness, one she found she enjoyed thoroughly. When their kiss ended (after quite a while), he gazed down at her, smiling that smile of his. She grinned, and wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him close. She knew they were not yet done that night. She was sure he still had plenty of surprises for her. And, perhaps, she had a few for him, too. A Love Scene Ch. 03 Got a complaint about not going all the way with the cunnilingus last time; this error has been corrected. Feedback appreciated :) ---------------------------------------- She should have seen it coming, really; not that she minded it at all. He had been working out, and was sore. She offered a massage, and he accepted, and now, here they were. It really wasn't much of a jump from Sara massaging her lover's chest to having her hand tightly gripping his rock-hard cock, slowly stroking him up and down, causing his to moan in pleasure as small beads of pre-cum rolled slowly down his shaft to cover her fingers. At any rate, her job was accomplished; he was plenty relaxed. She smiled happily as he moaned, pleased that she please him so. She lowered her head slowly; his eyes were closed, and she doubted he was expecting this. His gasp and low moan proved her right as she closed her lips around his tip, tongue slowly, softly lapping at the liquid spilling from him, then swirling slowly around him. She moaned softly, send vibrations through him, her hand speeding up a little. Her free hand lightly gripped his thigh, massaging gently as she began to suck, taking a little more of him in. She rubbed her tongue firmly against the small divide on the underside of his head. She moaned softly before pulling away, licking his gently before sitting up, repositioning herself between his legs. She tightened her grip, stroking a little faster, causing his stomach to tighten a little. She brought her free hand to his balls, lightly squeezing and massaging the soft flesh. He moaned a little louder, bringing a grin to her lips. She looked down, watching more of the clear liquid seep from him, his hips beginning to shift with her stroking. She felt heat roll over her, and moaned softly, realizing that he wasn't the only one leaking fluids. She took her hand from his testicles, slipping it between her legs, softly caressing her swollen lips. She gasped softly, and looked down once more to her lover's cock, her breathing becoming heavy as she stroked both him and herself. 'To hell with it,' she thought to herself, and ceased her stroking, moving to straddle his hips. He knew what was coming, evidenced by the smile forming on his lips. She lowered herself slowly, and moaned loudly as his tip separated her lips, then pressed inward, stroking and caressing her hot pussy. The two of them moaned together as their hips met, her dripping pussy taking in all of him. She leaned forward slowly, letting her ample tits press against his check, causing him to grin. His eyes were still closed, and she knew he was thoroughly not seeing what was happening to him. She kissed him softly, nibbling his lip, slowly lifting her hips. She moaned softly against his lips as she felt him leaving her, then again as she felt him in her once more. She began a slow, rhythmic thrust, causing them both to breathe heavily. She buried her face in his neck, lifting and dropping her hips, both her and her pussy enjoying the motion. He slipped his tired arms around her, holding her close to him, moving his hips opposite hers. She swallowed softly, lightly biting his shoulder as she began to lose herself to the motions. They moaned in time together, each one seeming louder than the last; she spared a brief thought for their neighbors, but it wasn't like they had never done the same. As her pleasure increased, something gave inside her, and she let herself go, thrusting against him as fast as her burning legs would allow. The sudden increase in speed left them both gasping, one of his hands slipping down to tightly grope her ass. His other hand moved down, and he helped her thrust. She grinned despite her loss of control, enjoying everything; the pressure and rubbing in her pussy, his hands on her round ass, the sound of their bodies colliding; she could feel the liquid between them splash a little, and she it wouldn't much before she lost it, hopefully not for the only time tonight. Images flashed in her mind of her hips bouncing up and down, his cock disappearing on every down-thrust, and it only increased the greatness of the moment. She cried out softly, her hips thrusting as fast as possible as she felt the first waves of collapse hit her. She bit her lip, her body tensing as she slammed herself against him. She cried out loudly, desperately as she crashed, her body writhing uncontrollably against his, her pussy tightly gripping his cock. She felt a gush of fluid flow from her, and moaned slowly as she felt liquid begin to pour from her, her mind watching it cover and soak his balls. She collapsed against him, panting softly, sweat covering both their bodies as she slowly caught her breath. No words were shared; none needed to be. This was fucking at its finest, she thought to herself, and knew it was true. They weren't making love, they weren't having sex; they were fucking, and she loved it. She kissed him sloppily, thrusting her tongue past his lips, moaning softly as she removed his cock from her highly-sensitive pussy. Her kisses moved to his chest, her tongue dragging slowly along his flesh, taking in his sweat, his taste; he moaned softly, his eyes still closed, his muscles twitching wherever her lips touched, or her tongue licked. She lapped lightly at the sweat gathered on his lower abdomen, then resumed her original position between his legs, shifting her attention to his still-erecting, glistening member, still drench in her juices. She lowered her head slowly, and licked his tip, sampling the taste. She moaned softly, the eroticism of tasting the fruits of her own pleasure hitting her; the taste was pleasant as well, and she thought she could grow to like it. Her mind shifted back to the thick rod before her, and she thought briefly about how to approach this. Deciding on a course, she lightly kissed his head, and then ran the tip of her tongue slowly along the thick vein on the underside, tasting herself on him all the way. She slipped a hand to his falls, and realized just how much she had come; his testicles, and the bed beneath them, were soaked, her scent heavy in her nostrils as she breathed. She moaned softly, involuntarily, as she massaged him, slowly running her tongue back up his shaft. She closed her lips around his head and sucked softly, moaning gently with the taste and feel. She ran her tongue around him, slowly pressing her head down, taking more and more of him in. She gave his balls a little squeeze as she took in over half his cock, before needing to draw back, her tongue still tasting and licking him. She began to suck him a little harder, bringing her free hand to his shaft, gripping him and stroking him, faster than before; she wanted him to come, wanted to taste it, to feel it. Her hand glided smoothly over his still-moist cock, her hands and mouth working in unison to bring him ever-closer to climax. She breathed heavily, hearing him gasp softly as she sucked and stroked, his hips beginning to arch up a little. She moaned softly as she felt his balls begin to press against his shaft, her heart beating hard in anticipation. He groaned, and she felt him release, his muscles contracting rhythmically. She felt his cock throb in her hand and between her lips, and she sucked hard one last time. She moaned long and low as he came, his hot liquid shooting hard into her mouth, and down the back of her throat. She swallowed lightly as her mouth filled, and pulled away gasping for breath. Apparently, he wasn't finished; another thick gout of cum shot from him, hitting her square in the chest. She gasped softly, and looked down, watching his hot, sticky cum dripping slowly down her tits, covering her erect nipples. She found it quite arousing, and felt her fires light once more. His last few loads erupted weakly, rolling down his cock, his liquid covering her hand. She brought her hand to her lips, licking lightly, savoring the flavor as she swallowed it and licking her hand clean. He finally opened his eyes, and looked to her once they focus. She glanced briefly to them, then to her sticky tits, then back to his eyes. She knew the fire that was there, knew it was the same that she felt in her aching pussy, and also knew it was inspired by the mess covering her tits. She looked down at herself once more before smirking softly, looking back at him devilishly. She brought her hands to her tits, massaging and groping them slowly, letting her hand smear the wet semen, moaning at the feel of it on her hands. Her look to him said all she needed to say, and he slowly began to rise, sitting up in the bed and watching the motions of her hands. His movements were quick and sudden; she's barely had time to register that they'd moved before she realized she was on the floor, staring at the ceiling, her hands still absently playing with her tits. She discovered his plans as she something soft and wet run along her soaked and throbbing slit, causing a soft whimper to escape her lips. She arched her back slightly, pressing herself against his tongue, a movement he obliged by letting his tongue slipped inside her. She moaned softly, opening her dancer's legs wide for him, letting him do whatever he pleased to her. She groped her tits, still feeling his slowly-drying semen between her fingers, and moaned; a moan that became sharply louder as his tongue caressed her clit. She took a deep breath as electricity shot through her, her hips pressing wantonly against his wonderful mouth. He surprised her as he managed to softly suck her sopping lips; a pleasant surprised causing her to gasp lightly, her body twitching slightly. She moaned softly as his lips closed around her clit, and once again as he sucked, her legs beginning to quiver as electricity continued to run through her. She moaned softly, giggling a little as she felt something enter her; probably a finger or two, she guessed from the feel. They thrust in slowly, then drew back out, and began a moderate pace, his tongue beginning to flick rapidly against her clit as he sucked, a move that caused her back to arch of its own accord, pressing her pussy hard against his movements. She could tell another climax was approaching, and quickly, the moist, pink flesh inside of her beginning to quiver with delight at his manipulations. He turned his fingers inside of her, and then curled them upward, pressing them against to top of her opening; she gasped hard, her eyes going wide, and she discovered why he had done so. She had only managed to find this particular place a couple of times, but he seemed to know exactly where it was; she'd have to ask him how, for whenever he wasn't around. Back to the task at hand, she writhed on the floor, feeling those familiar waves of pleasure coursing through her. He quickly rubbed his fingers against the spot, his mouth sucking harder, his tongue somehow moving faster, and she knew she couldn't hold out any more. She pressed herself hard against the floor, and then arched mightily, crying out in primal ecstasy as she came a second time. Another wave of fluids, understandably less than the first, escaped her, covering his probing fingers. She collapsed, thoroughly tapped of energy, the final waves of pleasure rolling through her before disappearing. She moaned and whimpered weakly as he licked at her pussy, lapping lightly at the liquids presented. Slowly he crawled before lying beside her, offering his covered hand, which she happily accepted. She licked slowly, lightly, until it was all gone, his hand clean before she turned to him, pressing herself against his warm body. The two sighed softly in content, slowly falling asleep in each other's arms on the floor, each worn out and sweat-covered. Her final thoughts of what things she would like to do to him, to do for him next time, and slept with a smile on her lips.