There is an ache between my thighs that would not dissipate. The sudden twitching of your cock every few seconds tells me your desire for me is growing just as much as mine is for you.
We continue to sip on our ice cold drinks as we cuddle in the front seat, unwinding from the long and grueling day. The moon is hidden tonight, but the cloudless sky is illuminated by the twinkles of what must be a thousand stars.
I take my last sip and turn to face you. You take a swig, and I seize the opportunity to have a taste of your neck. Slowly, I run my tongue from collarbone to earlobe. I tease your ear with a sensuous suck and a naughty nibble. A groan is caught in your throat. You know damn well I want you.
Throwing my left leg over your lap, I straddle you. My hands run over your strong biceps, before my left palm finds your jaw and tilts your head back. I suck on your Adam’s apple and feel it move as you gulp. It reminds me of the game I play with the mushroom end of your cock as it pulses in my mouth.
You toss your now empty beer bottle aside and grab my neck firmly with one hand. The pressure there mixed with the buzz from the beer make for a heady experience. “I’m going to thoroughly fuck you,” is the unvoiced promise that accompanies the choke.
Your other hand finds my waist, and you push my hip down so that I am fully aware of the danger brewing inside your pants. Instantly, I soak through my red lace thong.
Because you know the effect your actions have on me, you grin – a purely wicked and shamelessly seductive grin.
Our lips are parted. Your breath mingles with mine in the still night air. We’re on the brink of a deep kiss, but neither of us is wiling to give in first. I’m grinding on the huge bulge between your legs when suddenly, I slam down on it.
The first battle is lost. Our tongues wrestle intensely before engaging in a passionate dance. I pull away slightly and bite your lower lip.
Your expression is stunned, yet you react with quick timing. My blouse is now falling away from my arms. You have ripped it away with sheer brute force. I yearn for your warm wet mouth on my naked breasts. Using the torn blouse as a restraint, you go to work, commanding my erect nipples and grinding back against my now slippery cunt.
It’s too much for me, and I struggle against you. I free myself from your control and unbuckle your belt. I want to taste you, your precum … but the urge to have you fill me is much too overwhelming. I unzip your pants and reach into your boxers. Grabbing your base, I position myself to slide down your length.
Having impaled myself on your sword, I roll my hips back and forth, revelling in the feeling of my clit rubbing against your groin. I love this feeling, and from the way your head is angled, I can see that you do too.
I lean forward to push my needy tits in your face. I want to fully stimulate you. Seems like you have the same idea. You are now pressing your thumb against my rosebud. It wants this. I want this. I reach behind me and push your thumb all the way in, as deep into my asshole as it would go.
Shit! I’m going to cum. I throw my head back as you thrust into both my holes and the waves of ecstasy wash over me.
You win. I won’t fight you on who is in control anymore, and you know it. I am yours to do with whatever you want.
Opening the car door, you lift me out into the cool night air. The song of the crickets is loud tonight. It’s as if nature knows the main event is about to go down. Maybe it’s the effects of the alcohol or maybe my mind is still spinning from the orgasm, but the crowd is going wild.
You toss me on my back on the hood of the car and slam into me roughly. Your pants is around your knees and you’ve lost your shirt somehow. From the light of the nearby streetlamp, I notice the sweat on your brow. It drips off your face and onto my jiggling breasts.
There’s a low, guttural noise growing in the back of your throat. It’s primal. It’s hedonistic. All the while, you’re pounding me with a welcome urgency. With each stab, the line between sharp pain and sweet pleasure becomes more and more blurred.
Your right hand is once again around my throat while your left is ferverently kneeding my left nipple. I can’t hold on much longer. I’ve lost the ability to speak, my language is incomprehensible. You know I am about to come apart.
My eyes roll back, and my moans are strangled. Time has no beginning and no end. I unravel, slipping further into the heavenly abyss as I feel your seed inside me … seeping out of me.
The pleasure-yielding assault continues as you howl to a moon that is yet to appear.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ghfar7/mf_slipping_into_the_heavenly_abyss
Damn that’s sexy!