0 comments/ 6198 views/ 1 favorites Longing By: sleepy_pixie It had been years since she had thought about him let alone seen him. They used to see each other and talk all the time, but then they lost touch. One thing is for sure, the last time she saw him he looked just as good as he ever had. Nothing had changed, maybe a bit older and wise, but for the better. He still had those intense blue eyes, the soft blonde hair, and that cocky smile. The last she had heard from him was about his son getting older and how he had another child with a woman he had been dating. She thought to herself, why is it that the timing just never seemed to be right for them? There had been so many times that they had wanted to be with each other, and they had, but it was never in a way that made her truly happy. They never got the chance to be in a relationship. He was always dating someone else, or just didn't want to be tied down after getting out of a relationship. In a way she felt like a fuck buddy on call, but she always had a soft spot for him. After deciding that there would be no harm in contacting him she set out in trying to find him online. She tried the networking sites and had no real luck. Then she remembered that she still had an E-mail for him. She went ahead and sent out the message to him, just a friendly, no harm done note, one saying HI how's life been? What she wasn't ready for was a reply from him an hour later. It was a thrill to know that he still used the same account after so long and to know that he wanted to chat with her. When she was done sending her reply she sat a thought for a moment what it could be like if they got together and talked. Of course though her mind could just think of what they might chat about, it started to wonder back to the few times that they had had sex. Those fun times where it was wrong and sneaky, because of course he was seeing someone else at the time. It didn't bother her much at the time, even though she knew who the woman was. She just couldn't help herself, she wanted to convince him that she was the better person for him. She remembered going to his place and "visiting" with him and chatting about things that were happing with him and his job. She never really talked about herself, she knew most guys didn't like to hear about her life or problems. She so would sit and watch him, then he would notice that she wasn't saying much. He always had a sexy smile on his face when he looked at her, like he had thoughts about what he wanted to do to her. He wasn't alone on that train of thought most of the time, she was always thinking about kissing him, and feeling his arms around her. It never took him long to get closer to her and start teasing her with his words, whispering in her ear about the dream he had of her on all fours begging for him. She had some of the same dreams, only he was begging for her. He had told her once the one thing that could always turn him on and get him going, for him that was a mistake. All she had to do was run her hand up the back of his neck into his hair, grab a handful, pull his head back and whisper in his ear "Fuck me NOW". That was about all it would take for him to get hard and not be able to let her go. She loved the thought of having that power, to be able to say those 3 words and have him respond to her without anything else being done. She did that to him one late night while they were with friends and she got to feel the thrill of hiding and making out with him and having him beg her to touch him, he was so hard and ready for her, he kept asking "Please just touch me, let's go in the bathroom and you can giving me a blow job while I play with your clit." She had such a hard time telling him that it wasn't the time or place. She learned that night that she had to be careful when pushing his buttons. After waiting a few hours to see if she would get another quick reply from her email she decided to head for bed. It was late and she had worked a long day. After crawling in bed she just couldn't get him out of her mind. All the things they had done together, to each other mentally of time and sexually when they were together, it kept her mind racing. She began to feel turned on. She could feel the wetness between her legs and she started getting hot. She tossed the covers off thinking that the breeze from the fan might help, but it didn't. She decided, that was it she had to take care of things if she planned on getting any sleep. After feeling around under her pillows she found her favorite toy, a soft jelly blue vibrator. The size of it was about the same as him. She turned it on and laid it against her clit, feeling the first couple of small shocks as her clit got used to the feel of it. Then she started moving it up and down dipping the tip in her pussy, getting it wet so it wide slide easily in and out of her. She began to breath heavy, her eyes were closed and she could picture him there hovering over her, kissing her neck and making his way down her body. She always loved having her pussy eaten, nine times out of ten that is what got her off more than anything, even more than being fucked. There were times that right after having her pussy licked he would fill her up with his cock and start fucking her hard and that felt even better. The more she thought about each thrust of his cock, each kiss he placed on her lips, her throat, each time he bit her neck she came closer to the release she needed. She was moving the vibrator faster in and out of her pussy and rubbing her clit at the same time, it didn't take long for her to cum. In her mind when she came she could see the look he always had on his face when he would cum. After laying in the dark and letting her breathing get back to normal she put her toy away, rolled over and let her eyes close. She still had dreams of him, but these were more hopeful ones, ones of them meeting in the future. He would be single, happy with himself and his job and life, she would be single and in the same place with her life and job. This time when they met the timing was right for them, a time where they could be together and not have to worry about anyone getting hurt. Longing Madison turned on the music as she walked through her apartment. What a day this had been. All she could think about all day was coming home to a stiff drink and a hot shower, and the one thing she wanted the most, one night with Daniel. Would he remember her? The invitation to the reunion lay on her desk awaiting her return response. She had heard from a friend that he had sent in his response, and that he was coming there alone. She couldn't wait to see him. Her Long Island Ice Tea in her hand she made her way to the bathroom. As she kicked off her shoes her thoughts of how long it had been since she had someone that would take care of her wants. Slipping off her hose her thoughts were now of what type of lover would he be. She had different tastes; it was as if her moods defined her sexual needs at that given time. If her mood deemed it necessary she wanted hot and wild abandon and at times her mood made her want and crave slow and sensual love making. Turning on the shower the steamed filling the bathroom she finished undressing. Madison loved lingerie. No matter how professional she had to dress, her undergarments were sexy. Today was Friday; she always wore black on Friday. Maybe that was her hopes that it would be seen, that she might get lucky and get to show them off. As she glanced into the mirror she wondered if Daniel would enjoy watching her dance for him, teasing him as she swayed to the music. Watching herself in the mirror noticing the flush on her cheeks and her breasts swaying, nipples tight begging to be touched. Would Daniel be gentle with them? She loved to have her breasts kneaded, nipples nipped gently by teeth and greedily sucked as if it was the substance of their being. As she ran her fingertips over her nipples, taking them between her thumb and forefinger, toying with them her thoughts of Daniel. Longing for him to be the one giving her pleasure. Shivering, running her hands lower over her body, feeling the steam on her skin from the shower and the need of underlying passion longing to be set free. Stepping into the shower, the water caressing her body she needed. She had come along way from the wall flower eight years ago. Would that excite him? Would he finally notice her? Would he desire her? She so hoped he would. Soaping her body with her favorite vanilla scented wash as her body burned for release. Slow circles over her taut breasts, lifting them, squeezing them, making her body crave for more. The bubbles on her skin mixed with the water and steam from the shower making her desire for so much more. Moving lower on her body, fingers skimming her smooth mound. This was another secret; she loved the feeling of her smooth pussy. Would Daniel like it? Would he touch her, lick her, fuck her? As she ran her fingers over her clit, rubbing it teasing her body, wanting a release but still teasing none the less. Slipping her fingers lower, feeling how wet she is, sinking her finger inside her body. Thrusting in and out of her hot body, her pussy grasping at her finger, tightening against it. Oh how she longed for it to be Daniel. Longed for him to be watching her outside the shower, longed for the tasted of his cock in her mouth, wished it was that cock thrusting into her instead of her own fingers. Reaching into her basket taking out her favorite bath toy as her fingers just were not reaching her need. Running the toy over her lips kissing it for the pleasure she knew it was going to bring her. Parting her legs, she teased her body pressing the toy against her swollen flesh. Her body screaming for release. Pushing the toy hard and deep into her body, would Daniel be an aggressive lover? Would he take her higher than she had ever been? Would he like her telling him how good he felt, how hot she was? Would he tell her how good she was? Thrusting the toy deeper and faster into her hot pussy, her juices flowing freely, would he taste her? The thoughts sometimes drove her mad. The fingers from her other hand slipping to her hard clit, circling it as the toy was thrust harder still and deeper still, her body a rollercoaster of emotions her thoughts consuming. Pushing the vibrator as deep as it would go she felt her body's response, legs quivering, she rested her head against the shower door as her orgasm made her weak. Sweet release but pulling the toy from her body made her realize that she would be crawling into her bed alone. Turning the shower off and drying her body, she was thankful for the invitation to the reunion. It would be something she would look forward to. Turning the music off and double checking her locks, she climbs into her satin sheets to dream of Daniel and hopefully a night of passion. Longing Author's Note: Thank you so much for all the wonderful feedback. I hope you enjoy this one just as much as the last. As always, all characters are of age and at least 18+. * * * * * Click Here to listen. (11 min/mp3) * * * * * It's a shame that we can't speak as often as before. I find myself needing you now more than ever. No one I've ever known understands me the way you do. Understands the way I long to be touched... Long to be fucked... It seems almost too good to be true sometimes, doesn't it? That such a lovely little girl could be so fantastically dirty for you? I remember being shy at first, but I needed you. I needed you so bad... And you knew it. We started with naughty emails, But that wasn't nearly enough, was it? I needed to chat in real time.To know that while we spoke, you had a hand wrapped around your cock, stroking gently...slowly...getting off to filthy conversations and hardcore habits. It wasn't long before I became your darling little slut. Now we both know each other's deepest desires... Now I know...exactly...what makes you tick. To know that I've never been touched... Never been kissed... Never had the chance to lick and suck a cock like yours. It isn't fair, is it? I need a fuck so bad, but you're just so far away. But at the same time...I'm all yours. As long as I have you, I have everything. And now... can't you just imagine the feel of a tight, virgin cunt squeezing your fat prick? That wet heat gliding up and down your hard shaft? And you'd be the first to ever explore me. Do you know what I'd say while you were fucking me? I'd lower my lips to your ear and whisper "Fuck me, love. Please, fuck your little bitch..." Over... and over...and over. I think about it every second of every day - in class, at home, where ever, whenever. I'm constantly craving cock. Your cock. Mmm, fuck I need it. If only you were here to satisfy your little slut's hunger. I've been so bad to you lately, but you can bet I'd make it up to you. Just like a good girl. You know about good girls, don't you? Good girls never complain, they never say no, they do exactly what you ask, and you can always count on them to have unbelievable sexual appetites... I hope you still consider me your sweet little girl, because you're still my sexy older man, my fantasy. I want you to think of me the way I think of you, and just imagine fucking me until I cum all over your big, thick cock. Wouldn't it be fun to introduce me to my first fuck? To open me up where no one else has, and ease in, inch by pleasurable inch. I want a real man, just like you to give me the pounding of my life. I want you to make me scream; I want you to slide your cock in my dripping cunt and shove it up my ass while I'm on my hands and knees begging for it. I would be all yours for as long as you wanted, even if only for a quick fuck before work, or something casual without question. I know I'd be lucky just to have a taste of you. And god, would I love a taste! I dream of licking and sucking you while all dressed up. I could be a naughty schoolgirl, nurse, or wear elegant, yet sexy lingerie that would make you blush. I'd wear it all for you at your place, just waiting for you to come home to me. My goal would be simply to satisfy you. To be your cumslut and get covered in your sweet spunk... I'd kiss and lick just to hear you moan for me. And I know you'd love to feel my tits as well, wouldn't you? A soft schoolgirl's tits squeezed tight around your cock, or to have the nipples fed between your lips as we fuck. It all sounds like bliss to me... Longing * * * * * Click Here to listen. (9.5 min/mp3) * * * * * She was sitting at her desk naked getting ready for work. He watched her fix her hair, curling it the way he liked. She quickly put on some eye make-up and added some berry colored lippy to her lips. He walked over to her and slowly started to rub her neck and shoulders and whispered in her ear the same thing he did every morning, "Call in to work baby and come back to bed with me. Let me make love to you all day long like you deserve sweetheart." Never had she allowed him to convince her to call in. She would give him a sweet smile and tell him, "You know as much as I want to babydoll, I can't." Today, to his shock, she picked up her cell phone and called in. "Alright you, I'm yours for the day." He continued to rub her neck and shoulders, rubbing his hands down the upper part of her chest, not touching her breasts yet. He listened to her little purrs of satisfaction. He watched her face in the mirror, how her mouth was slighted parted, her eyes closed, her breathing getting a little faster. He bent down to nibble and kiss the back of her neck. A spot that always garnered a quick response from her. She dipped her head and moved her hair to the other side. "mmm, that feels so good sweetie." He moved slightly so he was to the side of her, kissing her full lips, marveling at how soft they were. His hands cupped her face and held her there for his kisses. God, how he enjoyed kissing this woman. How she would lick and tease his lips, her tongue darting in his mouth, tasting him. Made him think of other places that tongue should be. One hand drifted lower to her full breast, he tweaked and gently pinched the nipple between his fingers, watching it harden. He bent his head to take that hardened nipple in his mouth. At the touch of his hot mouth, he heard her gasp and felt her body tremble. Her hands ran through his hair, messing it up even more. One of her small hands started to rub his back, lightly tracing little circles up and down his smooth skin. He moved one hand lower, spreading her thighs apart. He rubbed the inside of her legs, barely grazing her pussy lips. Hearing her little whimpers of protest, he knew that she could be impatient for good things and liked to make her wait as long as possible. His hands ran through the dark curls on her pussy, could feel her arch herself against his hand. "What do you want sweetheart?" he asked mockingly. They both knew what she wanted and needed. But, he needed to hear her say it even more. He looked into her eyes, could see her desire, the want burning in her eyes. "I need to feel your mouth on me there, your fingers inside, want to see your head buried between my thighs." she gasped out. He kissed her tenderly, the kiss promising that all of her desires would be satisfied today. He lowered his body between her spread legs, the smell of her hot pussy, musky, sweet, beckoning. How could he deny her this, when it would be denying himself pleasure? He licked the inside of her thighs, listening to the frustrated, tormented moan that escaped her body. Her hands came down on his head pushing him into her pussy, she could no longer be patient. Instantly, he felt her wetness against his face. His early morning stubble scratching her pussy, a feeling that she loved and enjoyed. She ground her pussy against his face to feel the stubble on herself. He pulled away a little, stretched her pussy lips open and started to lick in earnest. One of her hands was scratching down his back, gentle for now, but as her passion built, he knew she would leave him with marks down his back. Her other hand was in his hair, making sure he didnt try to leave her sweet pussy. Her hips moving towards him, her legs wrapped lightly around him. His hot mouth found her swollen clit, licking at it, causing her to moan loudly. He slipped two fingers inside of her tight pussy. He started slow and gentle at first. "More" she whispered. He added a third finger, he picked up speed, his fingers sliding in and out of her faster and faster. He watched her play with her nipples, felt her hips moving in rhythm to his fingers fucking her. Her fingers found his back again, scratching harder, he could feel her getting close. Could tell by the sharp intake of breaths, the whimpering slowly become loud moans, the begging, "harder, faster baby, so close". He obliged her, he watched her eyes close, watched her lick her lips, squeeze her breasts, felt her hips buck against his hand, felt her clawing down his back. "Oh baby, thank you!!! That was so utterly divine". He let her drag him up to her mouth, felt her soft lips lick his mouth, heard her moan as she licked her juices from his mouth. Longing There were a multitude of reasons this library appealed to Heath. One was that it was open so late. He hurried up the front steps in the brisk October night, the smell of dry leaves swirling around him. He had tried to stay away but had given in to the urge. He opened the front door and stepped inside. Another reason was the dim lighting. He walked down the center aisle between the long tables where the yellow glow of two bankers lamps lit each one. He could just make out the dark colors of the stained glass windows beyond. It had once been a church, long since de-consecrated, not that it mattered really. The thing that appealed most to him about this library though, he thought as he rounded the end of the stacks, was there. Evelyn sat at the reference desk. He smoothed his jacket and approached. "Good evening, Evelyn." Evelyn looked up, clearly flustered. "Good evening, Heath." "And how are you this brisk All Hallow's Eve?" Evelyn smiled wryly,."I have the distinct feeling that karma is trying to kick my kiester." He chuckled softly. "It has been my experience that karma tends to take the long view of things." The phone rang so Heath nodded and proceeded to his table, taking up his customary seat at a table to the right. He sat down and opened his laptop. There was something different about her tonight, Heath thought, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. She looked quite... delectable. He felt the rush of hunger flood his body. Oh dear, this wasn't a good night for this. He hadn't eaten in days and he hadn't permitted himself the pleasure of a woman in over a century. The hunger rushing through his body was sexual as much as a need for food. The seduction that would bring her close enough for him to feed from was as much a part of his sexual desires as it was a hunt for sustenance. He craved sexual release almost unbearably. Why did he torture himself this way? Heath closed his eyes. His right hand ached to cup the soft upward curve of her breast. She would be surprised, they always were, by the iron strength of his left arm as it encircled her waist and tightened, bringing her soft curves into contact with the taut length of his body. He would lick and suck the side of her neck, tasting the slightly salty tang of her skin. Ah, the thrill of her gasp as he tenderly bit down on her lovely neck, feasting at last. She had the lithe body of a dancer beneath the shapeless clothes she usually wore. Take the gray fleece sweater with the cuffs rolled up she frequently wore. He could picture it so well. Her neck rose gracefully from the collar of the drab sweater. Her skin was luminous. Perhaps it was the way she pulled her white blond hair back, baring her neck to him. She was a bookish waif who didn't seem to realize what a desirable young woman she had become. He opened his eyes and looked at her. That was what was different, her clothes. He couldn't see everything she was wearing, but she was clearly wearing some kind of dark purple silk affair with a plunging neckline. What had brought this on? Perhaps a man? Heath sighed. She was utterly lovely, and so sweet, so kind to everyone who came to her for help. Though when she thought no one was watching, there was a strained look to her face. Money troubles? That he might be able to help her with. He had invested wisely over the years and Swiss bank accounts did not care who was depositing or withdrawing as long as they had the right information. Trouble with a boyfriend? His neck grew hotter. He could fix that easily enough, but really, he had never seen any evidence of a man in her life. But it was all just fantasy. He could not permit himself to get that close to her. He had not fed on a human in over a century and he would not. This was just self flagellation, longing for her from a distance. He turned back to his computer screen. Why did he keep torturing himself this way? Longing Evelyn gasped at the first stroke of his cock along her wet and swollen lips. "Oh! Mmmm." Her hands clutched at the bed sheets as he stroked himself against her again and again. The tension ratcheted up in her body once more. "Please," she gasped. The word had scarcely left her lips when his cock plunged into her, opening her up, filling her to capacity. He grunted and pushed forward, pushing her legs back so that she was bent at the waist. He thrust into her fast and hard, grinding against her sex so that every nerve was firing. He reached forward with one hand, slid it beneath her neck and pulled her forward to meet his lips, kissing her bruisingly. He moved his hand to the side, urging her to his shoulder, and she bit down. Evelyn heard his exclamation. "Yes, oh yes, suck me, my love. Drink from me." She swallowed and as the sweet metallic tang flooded her mouth, her orgasm exploded, ripping through her body in waves of tension and release, causing her to bite down and suck, again and again. Here was heaven on Earth at last. Longing It's the culmination of what seems like an eternity of longing. All I have had on my mind for the last two weeks is this moment, and now it is here. I can feel my heartbeat racing, can almost hear the pulse pounding in my ears. I am laying in the middle of the bed. The sheets feel cool against my naked back and my skin tingles from the hot shower and towel-dry I just finished a few minutes ago. My legs are slightly bent, relaxed, but my arms are over my head. Each of my wrists are bound to their corner of the bed by a length of soft fabric; the knots aren't tight and I could probably wiggle free with a minimum of effort, but I don't want to do that. There's a gentle breeze, not cold, just a movement of air I can feel over my skin. My smooth, hairless genitals dangle toward the mattress, my cock soft and dry and my balls hang loose and low in their crinkled dark pink sac from the heat of the shower. I can feel their weight; it's two weeks' worth of restraint, of frustration, of holding in their urges, and it's about to be released. You walk back into the bedroom, smiling slightly and holding your hands behind your back. You're naked too, and even though I've just spent the afternoon pleasuring you, I still can't get enough of the sight of you. I watch your firm, pale breasts jiggle as you walk; I notice the red flush across your chest and around the smooth, hairless cleft of your pussy -- a lingering sign of the leg-shaking, shuddering orgasm you had under my fingertips a little earlier. You slink over to the bed and crouch for a moment, putting whatever you were holding behind your back on the floor next to the bed, then climb onto it next to me and crawl across the mattress. Your kiss is fierce and passionate. Your tongue darts out, licks my lip and hovers there, waiting for my tongue to join it; I kiss you back but you have the advantage of height and push against me; I sink back into the pillow. I can feel my body already starting to respond as you kiss me; my cock stirs and my balls tighten slightly. You break away from the kiss and look into my eyes. "Are you ready?" you ask me in a smiling whisper. I can only nod. You lean in and place a series of small kisses down my neck and along the line of my jaw as your hands roam down my body. Softly and slowly, your fingers sweep across my skin; along my outstretched arms and on to my chest, casually brushing my sensitive nipples as they go and sending a jolt of pleasure through me, before your hands continue downwards, along the sides of my abdomen, over hips, avoiding my genitals and snaking down the front of my legs. When you get to my ankles, you go back the way you came, taking care to avoid touching between my legs, even though the sensuousness of your touch has me slightly opening them and offering myself to you. When you get back to my chest, you linger a moment, hovering your hands over my nipples without touching them. You're watching my face. My breath comes quickly as I anticipate the touch; you know exactly how much I love having my nipples touched and your eyes never leave mine as your fingertips sit poised, just fractions of an inch away from the sensitive points of flesh. I wait with delicious longing for a few moments before you mercifully make incredibly light contact and I jump with the intensity of the sensation. You stroke my nipples excruciatingly slowly and gently with the pads of your fingers and thumbs and I'm writhing and jumping with the exquisite pleasure it gives me. You lean in and kiss me again, still softly working both my nipples with your hands, your mouth against mine muffling my gasps of pleasure. You move further down and replace one of your hands with your mouth, teasing and flicking the nipple with your hot, eager tongue; your free hand strokes down my body, brushing by my now-stiff cock to cup my hairless balls gently in your palm. Your fingernails lightly scratch the soft, velvety skin and your fingers gently lift and fondle the heavy glands within. We stay like this for a while; you, stimulating three of the most sensitive areas on my body all at once and me, jumping and quivering and lost in the ecstasy of the sensations you're giving me. Before I can comprehend, you move again and my cock is suddenly engulfed in heat. Sliding quickly downwards, you have slipped your mouth over me in one rapid motion. I moan and I feel the vibration of you offering a small moan in response. You hold me in your mouth as you reposition yourself, moving from beside me to kneel between my legs. I can feel your tongue swirling around the head as you slip my cock back and forth in your mouth, and both your hands caress and stroke my tender balls, your fingers gently rolling and toying with them and massaging the tender skin as you continue to move your mouth on me, the slickness and heat and suction creating a mix of pleasure that leaves me breathless. You smooth your hands back up over my belly, and as you look directly into my eyes, your fingers once again tease both my nipples just as your tongue flickers around the rim of my cockhead, and my whole body jumps and I can't help but moan again, which makes you smile. The cheeky grin, with those sexy lips of yours still wrapped around my cock, is the hottest thing I've ever seen, and you slowly continue, bobbing your head and pressing your tongue against me and tracing tiny circles on my nipples, watching me flinch and whimper as you continue to slowly, steadily play with my body's most intimate responses. Eventually, the movement of your mouth comes to a stop and you lift off me, leaving my cock twitching and throbbing, pointed high in the air. You move over to the edge of the bed and reach down for the object you placed there earlier. I'm craning my neck to try to see what it is from my restrained vantage point, and my heart quickens as you lift a bottle of olive oil into view. You turn back around to face me, sitting beside me on the mattress and placing the bottle so it rests against my hip. "Not long now," you say, noticing the excitement building in my face, and the accompanying throb of my cock. "What do you think? Are you ready to cum for me?" I grin. "I was ready two weeks ago. When I cum is completely up to you, now." You lean in and give me a quick peck on the lips. "That's right. You're at my mercy." You uncap the bottle. "I think I'm going to have a little play with you first." "I was hoping you'd say that." You drizzle some oil into your cupped hand, holding it over my body so it doesn't get all over the sheets; a few drops escape and I feel them splatter on the skin of my abdomen. You rub your hands together to spread the oil, then without any further warning grasp my cock in one hand and my balls in the other and immediately begin a slow, slick stroking of both. My eyes are closed; I'm enraptured by the sensations coming from my groin. Almost unbearably slowly, you stroke me with continuous motion, sometimes with just your fingertips, sometimes pushing my oil-slicked cock through your clenched fist, sometimes threading the length of my shaft between your fingers; sometimes the other hand darts up to flicker at a nipple or to dip an oily finger between my lips, then back to my straining, rolling balls. I can feel the little muscles deep inside me clenching tighter and tighter, building gradually towards the orgasm I've been saving for you, and you must be able to feel I'm close too, because your stroking stops and you just hold my cock as it twitches and pulses, eager for more stimulation. Your hands abandon me briefly to get a little more oil, then you lay down beside me, under my restrained arm and I feel your hand wrap around me again; you other hand stretches across my body, stroking the nipple furthest from you, and your mouth closes gently over the nipple closest. You begin to slowly stroke me again, in a steady but loose grip, and I know this is how it will happen. This is how you will make me cum. The sensations from all over my body are almost overwhelming; all I can do is buck and jump and gasp with the intensity of your combined touches. I feel the familiar tension rising again, feel my body's quickening rush to climax, and I'm so pent-up, so ridiculously full from the last two weeks' edging that I'm sure I can feel my most intimate fluids beginning to gather and move deep inside me. My cock begins the final hardening... And then you stop. Simply take your hand away. I am almost dizzy with the sensation, literally on the very brink, maybe less than five strokes away from exploding. My deeply red cock throbs, the veins standing out, its straining head shiny with oil. It twitches for a few seconds, then calms slightly. You wrap your hand around it and immediately begin your slow stroke again. It only takes a few strokes to get me back to that place, where I can feel the orgasm coming again to the boiling point. My muscles tense and my hips thrust upwards... Your concentration must be amazing, because you manage to stop at the exact same moment, right before the point of no return, for a second time. You repeat your earlier actions, letting me calm enough that I can be touched again, then applying the few strokes required to bring me back to that cliff-edge, then stopping abruptly. And then again... I lose count after the third time, but I know there's a few more after that. Every time you build me up, all I can wonder is whether this will be the time. My mind is completely empty of any other thoughts -- I am totally consumed by the way you're making me feel, by the deliciously unbearable need to cum, and I am completely delirious. The first few times, as your tongue teased my nipple, you were whispering to me: "Should I let you cum this time? How about this time? I know you've been saving all that hot, messy cum for me, but am I ready to see it? Are you going to spurt out all of my cum for me? Empty those big balls out for me?" and for the last few minutes, all I can say is "please, please, please", in between harsh gasps of air and inarticulate moans, and I understand why you needed to tie me, because even though I wanted this, I would not be able to resist taking over and touching myself at this moment. I softly wail and tug at the restraints as your hand abandons me at the crucial point once again, and my breath comes in shivering bursts, and after a moment you take me in hand again. Your stroke is firm but not tight, slippery and gentle, and my hard cock strains against your fingers. Your tongue and fingertips continue gently teasing my nipples. My muscles clench in that now-familiar way, and in some far-back part of my mind that still works, I prepare myself for you to stop again -- ...but this time you continue. With the same steady rhythm, you stroke my tender flesh finally past the point of no return. My entire body tenses rock-hard, the sensation overwhelms me, your hand continues its divine stroking and I scream with exquisite pleasure as the first massive rope of cum spurts from my impossibly hard cock. It splatters all over my chest and your arm, and my body jumps and writhes and I spurt again, and again, long streams of thick white, plopping hotly onto our skin, and I'm lost in the sensation, unable to think or speak, grunting and shuddering through the vast ocean of pleasure. You continue to stroke me and a few more modest spurts coat my belly and then, the tension slightly subsides and my cock oozes the last slick white fluid down over your knuckles, which grip my pulsing, softening cock lovingly. As I sink back into the pillow, almost comatose from the overwhelming sensation, all I can manage to do is thank you, over and over again, in a breathless whisper. You smile, squeezing the last drops from my shaft and looking over the pools and puddles of thick, sticky white that cover us both: my tribute to you, drawn from my most sensitive places by your loving, patient touch. Longing Makalya and I had been flirting more than usual. It started back in January. We had been in the same class since August, but never started talking to each other until Winter quarter. Even then, it was just flirting with our words; we sat a couple rows apart. But when the third and final section of the class came in the Spring, we decided to sit beside each other. Instead of desks, like most classrooms, all of our had tables that sat two, and the first day of class I was caught off guard by Makayla rubbing my leg the whole time. This went on for weeks, and I even started doing the same to her. One day, she had a cup of ice and was wearing a dress, so I took a piece and ran it up and down her leg, going fairly high up. It was so sexy to watch her shudder and try not to moan in the middle of class. Today she had her legs propped up on my lap for the whole class. It wasn't the most comfortable thing in the world, but her legs were so nice and smooth, I didn't care. I could tell she had just lotioned, and the smell was intoxicating. I started rubbing her leg, from her ankle to the bottom of her shorts. After a while, I figured out what she liked, and when I looked over she had her eyes closed, smiling a sly smile. I was surprised no one caught us, as we were being a little more bold than usual, especially when I ran my hand the length of her leg, all the way up to the top of her thigh. Her hands started digging into the arms of the chair. For the last half hour of class, I stuck to the bottom half of her leg. I even stopped once, and she started pouting, telling me how good it felt. I couldn't deny her that pleasure. We always walked out to our cars together after class. I lived in an apartment about ten minutes away from campus, and she still lived with her family about half an hour away. As soon as we got out of the door, she was complaining about the cold, and said she'd just say bye at the door, then go back in. She had another class soon after the one we just left. We hugged, and I was caught off guard when she kissed me on the neck. "You know, I only live about ten minutes away," I blurtd out as she started to turn away. She turned back to me, with that sly smile on her face again. "About fucking time," she replied, walking past me toward my car. I stood there dumbfounded, I had no idea that's what she had been waiting for. Then again, I was never very good at making the first move. Neither one of us said anything as I got in the car and started driving toward my apartment. Halfway there, I felt her hand rest on my leg and start rubbing it up and down. Even though we had done this before, this time seemed different, this time I knew it was leading somewhere. Her hand went higher and higher until it came to a stop on my rapidly growing shaft. "Well hello there," she said, with smile that was doing little now to hide her longing. Before I knew it, we were at my place, and I realized how fast I had been driving to get here. I fumbled with my keys, hands shaking, and was caught off guard when I finally got them in the lock and felt myself pinned against the door, Makayla's lips on mine, our bodies pressed together. While one of my hands started running down her back, feeling her curves, my other had felt blindly for the keys, turning them and the door knob. Together, we stumbled into the apartment, and she very skillfully kicked the door shut. Taking some initiative, I pushed her against the wall and pulled her shirt over her head. Between kisses, Makayla was able to breathe out "Bedroom. Where?" I pointed to a door on the opposite wall, and she grabbed my hand and made a run for it. Throwing the door open, she took a few steps, then jumped on the bed, landing on her back. Her gracefulness was quite beautiful. As was the image in front of me. There she was, laying on my bed, legs spread and arms flailed out to her sides, her breasts rising and lowering with every deep breath. In her eyes, I could see a longing; she wanted this just as much as I did. Perling off my shirt and throwing it in the corner, I moved to the bed to occupy the space between her legs. I wrapped my arms under her, swiftly unhooking her bra, while we kissed even more passionately than before. She tossed her bra into a pile with my shirt, and pressed her body tight against mine. If I thought the touch of her legs in class was amazing, it was nothing compared to our bare chests coming as close together as physically possible. I wasn't quite sure how it happened, but a couple swift moves by Makayla and I found myself on my back, with her on top of me. She flashed a smile and began kissing my neck, then down to my chest, and on to my stomach. She paused only for a second to unhook my belt and slide my pants off. Even though my boxers were still separating them, just the touch of her lips on my shaft was enough to make me grab the side of the bed. I never thought in a million years this would be happening. I felt my boxers leave my body, and next thing I knew she was sucking my rock hard penis. My eyes rolling back in my head, I couldn't help but let a moan escape my lips. She was very skilled, and I had to stop her pretty soon after she started, it was a little too stimulating. "Aww, is someone getting a little excited?" she said with a little laugh. Her face seemed so gentle, and I could tell she was just joking. I sat up, placing my hands on her cheeks and kissed her hard. Somehow I managed to get her shorts and underwear off and throw them off the bed too. Nlw there was nothing between us, just the feel of skin on skin. She was still on top of me, grinding her hips into mine, rubbing my shaft ever so lightly. My lips kissed her cheek and down to her neck, biting it, then kissing down to her breast. I started biting her nipple, while my fingernails dug into her thighs, something I knew she really liked from class. A soft moan escaped her lips. Slowly, she stood up on my bed, her legs slipping through my hands, until they came to rest at her ankles. My fingers traced a path back up her legs, stopping at her vagina, which I could see was very wet already. I slid a finger in, as deep as I could, grabbing her ass with my other hand and pushing her into my finger. Makayla was running her fingers through my hair, then grabbed a handful and pulled. She knew I liked it rough too. I slid two more fingers into her, moving them in and out faster and harder now. She was starting to get weak in the knees, not just from standing on the bed, but also from my fingers. I took advantage of this, and stood up with her, turned her around, and threw her down on the bed. She looked up at me, biting her lip, and tracing her breasts with her fingers. It was my turn to smile as I laid down on top of her, my rock hard penis teasing the edge of her vagina. "Stop teasing me," she said, grinding her hips into mine. "Or what?" I replied with a smirk. She dug her fingernails into my neck and ran them all the way down my back. Without any warning, I thrust my penis into her, as deep and hard as I could. She gasped. I had finally left her speechless. Normally, I liked to start slow and get faster, but I thought since she was so different, I should take a different approach. I started fast, sliding back and forth inside her as quick and hard as I could. Keeping myself in control was a challenge, I was getting just as excited as she was. I could feel her grip tighten on my back, and could tell she was trying to pull me deeper into her, which was hard because I could feel my pelvis touching hers every time I thrust in. There was no getting deeper. Her moaning was music to my ears, and I could tell she was enjoying the pace and roughness, but if I wanted this to last any longer, I had to slow down. I pulled out of her completely and kissed her. Her teeth came down on my bottom lip hard. She reached down, and guided me back into her now soaking wet vagina. Then she grabbed the hair on the back of my head, and pulled my ear to her lips. I could feel her breath on my ear as she whispered, "I don't care how long it lasts, you were doing well and I want more." She bit my neck as she let me go, and wrapper her legs around my ass, pulling me back into her. I had no choice but to keep going. The little break had given me a chance to recover a little bit. I started with the same pace as before, hard and fast. Every time I pulled back, she did too, the same when I thrust forward. It made the feeling even more intense, and we eventually found a good rhythm, going harder and faster than either of us thought possible. Based on Makayla's moans, I could tell she was almost there. I decided to give it everything I had, our bodies slamming together every time I thrust in. as if to read my mind, she nodded, and I closed my eyes and tightened my body, overwhelmed with pleasure. When I opened my eyes, however, I was met with the sight of a fully clothed Makayla, breaking our hug and saying "See you Monday!" as she turned and walked back into the school. The longing inside me grew even more, not knowing what would have happened, but knowing what I wanted to happen. I turned and walked back to my car, driving home in silence. Longing... Hi, guys! This is my first story post, so feel free to comment and what not! This is not a sex story—don't worry, the sex will come soon!! I just wanted to try my hand at setting the atmosphere, so lemme know if I'm hitting the mark, or crashing and burning. Anyway, thanks for reading! Alexander Rydderch sighed to himself as he lulled over his theory notes. To any bypasser, he would appear to be a normal university student—scratch that, no normal uni student would be sitting, let alone studying, in the university library on a Friday afternoon. To any bypasser, he'd look like a lonely bookworm. It wasn't as if he really would care if anyone thought him to be as such. He had the capability to be social. He just no longer had the desire to bother dealing with twenty-something-year-olds, who would rather act as if they were still in secondary school. He was a senior in college, for Christ's sake! He didn't have time for children. In fact, Alexander wasn't even alone at the library. He just happened to be sitting a few feet away from the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on—a woman he had known now for two years—and yet couldn't muster up the courage to ask her on a proper date. Hell, he could barely ask her any type of question without her prompting him, for that matter. Alexander was a far cry from shy when it came to women, even as a young boy. He had always been a good looking male, and he knew it. He was originally from Wales, and he was damn proud of it. He had transferred to Stanford University in the States, just to piss his mother off. He loved her to death—but she was a pain in his ass. He wasn't short, but he wasn't overly tall, either. The last time his physician measured him, he was two inches short of six feet. He was content with his height; he preferred women of shorter stature, anyway. He had an angular face: strong jawline, broad neck. His facial features, as a grown man of 23 years, reminded most people of Iwan Rheon's character, Simon Bellamy, on the TV series Misfits. Alexander never quite understood why people said he looked like the television character, and not the actual actor himself. He worked out regularly, almost religiously. His body was well defined, and only slightly tanned. His hair was a deep, rich brown, and his eyes were usually a warm grey... that is, until he got pissed. The soft, inviting grey would transform into an icy, piercing, slate hue when he was angry. He had a deep timbre in voice, though not quite a baritone. He was definitely a tenor. He was softspoken, with a fairly heavy Welsh accent that would make anyone swoon who listened to him for more than two seconds. Oh no, he had no problem with attracting women at all. Except for this Aphrodite goddess sitting next to him. "Duw, gadewch i mi gael geiriau i siarad heddiw..." he thought, fervently praying to God to let him have words to speak today. But he knew what would happen: he would give himself a pep talk about how even though she was the most incredible woman he'd ever met, she was still a woman, and he was a man. A Welsh man. A confident, Welsh man. And he could do this, and she would say yes. Then he'd look up, see those full, pouty lips, feel his cock instantly harden, freeze in his tracks, and lower his head down in shame and defeat. 'Confident, Welsh man, my ass.' his conscience screamed to him. Kodan Girard pretended to study her Calculus notes. Normally, she would be immersed in her studies—but she was on edge for some reason. She couldn't help but notice that her study companion, Alexander, was glancing at her far more than usual today. She was used to this kind of behavior... from almost every man she met, actually. Most tried to come off as confident, but made themselves look like complete fools. She wasn't into dickheads. A few of them were literally afraid to talk to her. She found those quite amusing. But, she wasn't looking for scared boys. She was very much interested in men—and women, if she was completely honest. Kodan was no ordinary woman. She had graduated high school in the top 3% of her class at 16, gotten her bachelor's degrees in Accounting and Actuarial Science at 19, and was now working on starting her second year of graduate studies in both fields at 21. She was extremely intelligent, beyond attractive—and comically short. Kodan stood at one inch below five feet, on a good day. She was of mixed descent, truthfully. Her father was Italian-American, her mother was Haitian. She rarely associated herself with her Italian descent. Her mother was all she knew for most of her life, and as far as Kodan knew, she didn't need nor want to have any Italian pride. She was destined to be a small woman, as she knew that her father was only 5'8", and her mother was 5'2". Still, Kodan never expected that she would never even reach five feet. Her physician was adamant in making sure that she understood this. It never detracted from her beauty, though. Her skin was the warm color of toffee, almost bronzed. She definitely resembled more of an African than an Italian. Her eyes were almond-shaped, and were a deep shade of green with a hazel inner ring. She didn't know where she got her eyes from: both her parents' eyes were brown. She had a small button nose, and full lips, like her mother. The only trait she possessed from her father was the ability to grow her hair quite long. Her locks were a deep burgundy/brown fusion that lengthened almost to the small of her back. She was a very petite woman in relation to her waist up. She was blessed to have a full chest, but her waist looked dreadfully pinched. To add to the awkwardness, her butt and hips were an easy 38 inches. Her mother always laughed and said, "Petit, the good Lord spliced you together." She had a surprisingly strong voice for someone so small. Yelling was rarely something she ever participated in, but when she did, she could shut down an entire roomful of conversations. She was a spunky little thing. Still, she longed for someone that just wouldn't be so damn juvenile... she was tired of the asswipes to tried to ask her out. Just because she was only 21 didn't mean she had to date beneath her. She was definitely sick of the neediness of women. All the damn shopping, girl talk, and crying was driving her insane. Her last girlfriend... "Ugh," Kodan shivered, trying to shake loose the memory of her ex, Lauryn. That bitch was crazy. She remembered the first day she met Alexander. He was sitting in her usual study spot in the Special Collections Library. 'Who the hell is in my spot?!' Kodan thought, fuming that some jackass decided to help himself to her seat. "Hey, Jacob," she called out to the student aide behind the information desk. "Who's that kid?" "Which kid, Kody?" Jacob silently prayed that Kodan would keep her cool. "You know damn well which one I'm talkin' bout, Jake. The kid with the big ears, and the screwed up haircut, who's sitting in my goddamn chair!" she barely remembered to whisper this time. Last time a student sat in 'her spot', Kodan almost got thrown out. "Kody, his ears aren't even that big," "That's all you have to say?! How long has he been there?!" "Only about half an hour-" "He sat in my seat for half an hour, and you knew that I was gonna be here, and you didn't tell him to move?!" "Kody, would you chill out? All the other seats were taken, and he just needed to-" "Oh, so it's full right now, huh? Ain't no empty seats?!" Kodan interrupted once again, dramatizing the emptiness of the room with her arms. "Damn it, Kodan! I will go tell him to move!" Jacob stormed off, muttering obscenities to himself that Kodan didn't quite catch. Kodan honestly didn't know why she always threw a fit over that damn chair. Maybe it was the fact that she had sorted out most of her college problems in that seat. It was her security blanket, so to speak. It's where she found out her father's true occupation, and that she would soon be taking over. She learned that she had no choice in the matter, either. It was where she quietly cried, until she could muster up the strength to get back to her apartment. That chair was her comfort—and she damn sure wasn't gonna let some punk with a bad haircut take her comfort away from her. 'Okay,' she admitted, 'his haircut is actually pretty cute. From the back, at least.' That's when he stood up, stretched, and turned around. Her breath caught in her throat. He was an Adonis! Tall, fine, built, and every bit of sexy. She was instantly remorseful about badmouthing him earlier. She was instantly wet, too. She then realized that he could possibly be leaving. "Fuck!" she said out loud, loud enough for Jacob and Alexander to stop talking to one another and look to her direction. Jacob motioned for Kodan to come toward them. "Kody, this is Alex," Jacob began. "And Alex, this is the hellion pygmy who ordered me to get you out of her seat." "What the fuck, dude?!" Kodan jabbed Jacob in the ribs. "Jesus, woman! Is it not enough for you to verbally abuse me; now you gotta hit me, too?! I swear, I dunno why I'm friends with you!" Jacob teased, while rubbing the now bruising skin of his abdomen. "Go do some work, jackass." Kodan turned to Alexander. "Hey love, I'm Kodan. You can call me Kody." "Hello." Alexander reached his hand toward her. Kodan could've melted onto the floor from just his hand touching hers. She noticed the clean way he dressed: Black trousers that seemed to fit his thighs perfectly... a grey button down shirt that didn't do well to hide those impeccably ripped arms he had... Grey Toms. She was in love. And fuck, was that Bvlgari she smelled? She practically jumped him when his scent filled her nostrils. She was determined to woo this man. Little did she know, he was hoping to woo her. Kodan let his mind drift back to the day he met Kodan. He actually saw her months before he got the chance to meet her. She was walking into the same apartments he had lived in. He remembered every stitch of clothing on her body... a black Vans baby tee that dipped perfectly into the sides of her waist... Black and green DC sneakers, which he found to be interesting... grey shorts that graced the object of his affection: the two globes of round flesh that made up her perfect ass. God, he would fantasize about that ass... He watched her as she walked past him in the lobby. He noticed when she tucked her hair behind her ear, revealing four different ear piercings, each adorned with a small diamond stud. When she looked at him, she smiled. His heart practically stopped beating, his head became slightly foggy. He stayed focused enough to smile back. But, as soon as stepped out of sight into the elevator, his legs gave out on him. He couldn't believe what this woman, this angel, this goddess, was doing to him. And all she'd done was smile! Heaven knows what would've happened if she spoke to him! 'Oh God,' he thought. 'I have got to get it together.' He would occasionally 'run into' her—most would call it stalking—though she never seemed to notice him, much to his dismay. He figured that she just wasn't interested in him enough to regard his presence. He remembered how ecstatic he was when he saw her in his physics class... and then he saw a young woman sit next to her. He was just about to open his textbook when he saw the other woman kiss Kodan! 'Fuck me! She's gay?!' Alexander's heart dropped. This couldn't be! The woman he had been lusting after for months isn't even into men?! He began to hyperventilate, the walls closing in on him with every breath. "Dude, you okay?" His good friend and roommate, Jacob tried to console him. "I'm... fine." Alexander replied, trying to make his lungs work properly. "No, like, for real. Are you okay? I saw you do this before, man. You fuckin' flipped. All wheezing and shit... Aw, fuck, is she here, man?!" Alexander regretted at this very moment everything he had told Jacob. "Point her out, dude," Jacob demanded, clearly not listening to his friend's pleads for a civil class session. "Nah, I wanna know who the fuck—aw, you're crushing on Kodan? She's cool people, bro!" "You know her?" Alexander stared his friend in the face, incredulously. Her name was Kodan; it fit her, he thought. "Yeah, she studies like a madman at the Special Collections Library like, every day. 2:30, on the dot." "Who is the girl that just kissed her?" "Lauryn. Psycho bitch. Everybody sees it but Kody... You know, Kody probably knows she's a psychotic head case. Girl must be good enough in bed for Kodan to be sporting her." "So, Kodan is a lesbian?" "Dude, no. She's not a lesbian," Alexander's heart skipped a beat when he heard Jacob say what he needed to hear. "She's just every bit a bisexual. Switches between sexes all the time. This season's pussy season, I guess. She thinks just like a dude, man... I love that girl." Alexander almost choked his roommate, until he realized that the 'profession of love' was more brotherly than anything. 'Good,' he thought to himself. 'She's mine.' He and Jacob had orchestrated the day in the library. Jacob knew that Kodan would go bat-shit berserk over her damn chair, and that Alexander had a strong possibility of getting some face time with Kodan. And he had prayed to every benevolent being he could think of that Kodan would at least refrain from punching the poor boy in the nose. Kodan quickly looked up from her book just in time to catch Alexander gazing at her. "Hah, I caught you, Xan!" she teased triumphantly. "Why do you keep staring at me?" Alexander could say nothing; his member reacted every time she spoke his pet name. He loved hearing her call him Xan. It was different, and edgy. He felt powerful when she used it. Yet, he felt so weak at this moment—she caught him staring. His cheeks blushed profusely as he scolded himself for not being more careful. "You're just gonna sit there, and say nothing? Xan, you have sat there and stared at me for two years, now. And not once have you asked me the one question I have been hoping to hear," Kodan softly spoke, a tinge of sadness laced in her voice. Silence flooded the air between them. "I—you—are you sure?" Alexander finally spoke up, finally coming down from the high Kodan had just put him on. "Duh, Xan. Just say it. Please." Alexander cleared his drying throat; he had been preparing for this moment, and now that it was here, he was struck with the realization that nothing could prepare him for this. So, he let it all jumble out on its own. "Will you be exclusively my girlfriend?" Another silence. Alexander's insides threw themselves violently against his body... he was already dying inside. He had asked the woman of his dreams to be with him, only to be cruelly rejected— "That's a rather formal way of putting it," Kodan joked. "But, I gladly accept." Longing The headlights of the bus flashed brightly, cutting through the darkness of the inner city. It swerved around the corner, lights slicing through the falling rain. Pandora sat at the back of the bus gazing through the lashings of water descending from the vast expanse of black that was the sky that night, a void broken only occasionally by flashes of blue forked lightning ripping through the sky. The bus pulled into the dimly lit station and she eagerly looked out and scanned the sparsely populated building for her love. She had been apart from Dorian for what felt like an eternity and all she desired was to feel his breath on her neck and his hand stroking her long blonde hair. Her heart sank and pulled with it the feeling of brewing tears in her throat as she found no one. Not a single familiar face among the smattering of people. She stood, her head low as she dragged herself from the fabric of the broken and slightly soiled bus seating. She walked quickly off the bus, her dress catching the air and billowing around her sleek, lightly toned legs. She stepped outside and briefly inhaled the cool night air as the screen of glass slid open before her. She looked around again, scanning the station for the one that would complete her, the missing piece of her heart for which she had been aching for the past fortnight. Again her search came up with nothing and she stepped forward around the barrier. Before she could register it he was upon her. It was a sudden shock but his smell registered with her before she registered the look of the casually suited man before her. A smile started to creep across her face but was stopped as he captured her lips in a searing kiss, expressing all of the longing he felt for her, the extent of his affection. She melted into his strong arms as she wound hers around his neck, entwining her fingers in his hair and pulling him down to her. His tongue darted out from between his lips begging her mouth for entrance. As her lips opened slowly he slid his tongue over hers, intimately reacquainting himself with her. As they broke apart she opened her eyes slowly as he pulled her flush against his chest, holding her in his arms and breathing in her scent. She relaxed into him again, her love for him comforting her, an extra subconscious blanket protecting her from the evils of the world. They broke apart from each other and he smiled down at her, touching his forehead to hers. He took her by the hand and they walked from the shelter of the bus station out into the darkness of the night. The rain splashed down upon them pasting Dorian's hair to his face as Pandora cowered into him in an attempt to keep dry. They raced across the city nightlife, the rainy streets deserted and silent except for their footsteps. They arrived at their sanctuary, the place in the city where they had shared their first kiss, that first declaration of their love and where they hid from the world. Slowing their pace, they reached the cover of the great stone structure. Pandora walked ahead slightly as she shook her hair out of her face, taking her first step onto the broken tiles of the stairs. Dorian walked behind her as they ascended the stairs to their covered balcony. He watched her as her hips swayed, the vague outline of her perfect curves showing through the fabric. She turned to face him as he brushed his wavy brown hair from his eye. He stepped towards her and cupped her cheek while pulling her towards him with his other hand on her hip. He kissed her again and, softly pulling her closer to him, deepened the kiss pouring pure love, passion and need into her soul. Pandora ran her hands up her arms and pushed his jacket off his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. He released her to let it fall before wrapping his arms around her to once again draw her against him. Her slender hands crept up his torso, progressively opening the blood red silk of his shirt to reveal the lightly tanned skin of his torso. She wrapped her arms around him feeling the warmth of his skin under her fingers, pulling him towards her, rubbing the material of her dress against his bare chest. His hand moved up from her hip to gently stroke the luxuriously soft skin of her shoulder, pushing the shoulder straps of her dress down her arms. The black lace tumbled and bunched around her hips revealing her ivory skin and soft, pert breasts. The moonlight illuminated the two as they remained locked together in their passion, whispering their soft declarations of love between kisses. Dorian lightly stroked down from her shoulder and gently massaged her left breast, lowering his mouth to her right nipple sucking gently at the already hard pink nub, drawing moans of pleasure from Pandora's full red lips. His tongue whipped lightly over her nipple before he gave his attention to the other, breathy moans signalling his partner's bliss. He ran his hand lower, stroking his lover's stomach through the dress before dropping his hand to her knee and running it gently back up her inner thigh. He teased her lightly before rubbing his fingertips over the black lace of her panties sending jolts of pleasure shooting through her. The French lace flexed aside at his lightest urging and his fingertips eagerly found their way to her aching clit, touching it lightly eliciting hisses of pleasure and anticipation from Pandora. Her knees were starting to buckle, the anticipation and pleasure too much for her. She wrapped her arms around his neck to support her as he slipped two of his fingers into her folds and started to circle her clit with his thumb. He thrust his fingers into her wetness, slowly at first, gradually gaining speed, pleasure now coursing through her. Her muscles clenched around his fingers as she got ever closer, her hips jerking roughly on the coarse but gentle skin his hand as she finally reached her climax. She pulled herself closer to his face, kissing him deeply as he lay her down on the cold marble of the balcony. He laid his hand spread on her thigh as he pushed the material of her dress up, baring her to him. She reached down from his neck and quickly popped open the button of his trousers, pulling open the zip and pushing them down to reveal his throbbing erection. She held it in her cool hand for a moment before gently pulling him towards her and positioning him above her opening. She wrapped her legs around his hips and kissed him, hissing as he slowly thrust into her, allowing her time to adjust to the feel of him before he slowly started to move within her. She leant her head on his neck, peppering it with gentle kisses as she moaned into his ear, her muscles clenching around him, pulling him further into her as she held him there with her legs. Pandora slowly shifted her hips against him, grinding against him. They found the all too familiar rhythm to which they had come to crave as he thrust inside her. Her movements became more and more frenzied along with his as they got closer to climax, her release triggering him to spasm inside her, jerking repeatedly as he released all of his tensions which had been building while they were apart. They lay there, holding each other as the moon once again disappeared behind the now forgotten rainclouds, the only illumination coming now from the lightning forking its way through the sky.