Elena Reston: A Fictional Narrative

As she continued, he tightened his grip on her hair, and met her sucks and licks with slow pumps of his hips, caught between watching his shaft slip in and out of her mouth, and wanting to see he eyes as she worked his cock. Unable to form words, all Brett could do was pant, groan and moan. When he felt the tip hit the back of her throat, he bit his lip and unconsciously tugged harder at her hair, when it caused his entire body to arch, and a growl of pure pleasure to escape his lips. So loud it echoed off the walls of the living room. Damn, she was fucking good.Brett was almost relieved when she pulled him

She slid her tongue back into his mouth, and ran her hands up his chest pulling at his loosened tie. Running her hands under his shirt, pushing it up to feel more of him, more of his warm skin. He groaned into her mouth and broke away long enough to yank off his tie and toss it to the floor and then his mouth was back on her own. His kisses became more

Picking her up, he placed her on her back. The boulder was rough and hard on her back. He stretches himself over her and continues his ministrations to her nipples. Sliding lower on her body, he places his body between her legs. He lifts them up and his tongue glides along her slit. He laps up her juices using his tongue in broad strokes over her clit and around her slit. His tongue is firm and feels great. It is making her body tremor with

Their hands were still entwined and Cassandra squeezed his tight. On impulse, she leaned her head against his shoulder. With his free hand, Apollo ran his fingers over her hair. He was ruining the careful, elaborate hairstyle one of the servant girls had given Cassandra, but she didn’t care. His touch felt incredible; sent tingles from her scalp to her toes. A moan escaped her, much to her horror.

The bed bounced with the increased urgency, and he panted, grunted and moan, and continued to goad her as he worked her pussy. Then, suddenly, he ripped at her hair to pull her away from his manhood, and threw her backwards on the bed. A moment later his knees landed beside her, and one strong hand pinned her head to the mattress by the throat whilst his other arm hooked around her thighs and spread Lexi's leg wide to provide full access for his invading digits.

Bodies collided against each other. His hands trailed up my torso lingering on the ridges of my ribs. Hot kisses were placed against my chest slowly before continuing up my neck. The temperature in the room seemed to change, growing molten hot the closer he came to my lips. I twitched in anticipation, sparks were flying all around our bodies. My hands pulled at the smooth sheets beneath me. He was so close to me, so personal. I had barely enough space to breath. His lips finally joined with mine igniting a flame between us. His arms wrapped around me, lifting me without disconnecting our lips. We broke apart briefly before meeting again. The candles around us flickered in the breeze coming from a nearby open window.

Alice kept the same smile upon her face as Chris shifted, visibly uncomfortable as she presented Joshua. The contrast between the two was pretty remarkable, with Chris’s lithe frame not even close to the heavy set figure of Josh. As if on cue, Chris gave a weak, uncertain protest. Not demanding that Josh leave, or that Alice stop this. But a feeble objection, one Alice breezed past like all his other mild ‘challenges’ to her. “It’s fine. In fact, I bet you’ll enjoy tonight.” She gave an overly sweet smile, her eyes locking onto Chris. They said far more then her mouth. ‘You’re gonna do want I want. And you’ll like it’. She kept her eye contact as Josh wrapped his arms around her, making Alice glanced back at her actual lover, enjoying the

Brett smirked in reply, his eyes moving from Elena's body and dripping pussy to trail the movement of the cube up, then locking on her face. As gorgeous as the woman's form was, and the many temptations she had to offer, he was entranced by her features, and her expressions and moans as he dripped the cold water onto his skin had his already aching shaft threatening to rip through the seams of his boxers.

Brett tossed one last cheerful jab at Elena as she departed, then leaned against the doorjamb, admiring her legs and ass from the rear. That unfortunately only increased his disappointment at not having had the opportunity to spend more time with each up close and personal as the woman had a fucking body to die for. After she disappeared into the elevator, Brett's grin faded, and he banged his head lightly against the wall, wondering if the evening had been worth it. As much as he'd enjoyed screwing her, Elena possessed an uncanny ability to make him laugh, even if it was at his own expense, and he'd been tempted to ask her to stay the night. Just to talk and polish off the last of the champagne.

Panting, his fingers tightened their grip in her hair, and he pumped his his lowly into her mouth, caught between watching her lips suckle and slide up his shaft, and the flick of her tongue, and keeping his eyes on hers. Unable to talk, when he felt the tip hit the back of her throat, he bit his lip and his entire body arched as his head fell back, unconsiously tugging at he hair, and releasing a growl of pure arousal. Damn, she was fucking good, and Brett was almost relieved, when she pulled him from between her lips, and

He almost groaned aloud when her breasts bounced free, and unknowingly did so as she tweaked her nipples. With widened pupils locked on the erotic sight of her breasts swaying in the air in front of him, the burgeoning erection he'd been attempting to hold back now tented his pants. Any thoughts of it settling down in the foreseeable future were then destroyed completely by the view provided when Elena bent over. "I see you must have done this before."

Licking dry lips, I swallowed some lump in my throat, as my heart my hammered about to explode inside my chest. His breath flowed down my neck like liquefied heat, under my blouse, through my bra lace, as my hard nipples ached for his touch.

His grip unshakable, he closed his mouth over her finger. “Oh-oh, sweet goddess…” She rose onto her toes, squirming and biting her bottom lip. She tasted warm and salty, and he wanted badly to suck the soft flesh of her lip into his mouth—maybe bite. Smiling inside at her stifled groan, her uneven breathing—he tensed when she pressed against him and cupped his balls.

As her closed his mouth over her nipple and let his tongue flick it back and forth, her gasps turn into a long, urgent moan. As Chris continued to suck and lick her breasts, moving from one to the other, occasionally lightly biting, his hand traveled down across her mound again and down to her inner thigh. He raked her with his nails, a little harder this time as he pull his hand back upwards until arriving at her pussy lips. Letting his fingers roam touching everywhere with a light touch until feeling the entrance to her pussy. God she was wet.

He paused briefly only to hike her further up in the air, groaned at the sensations of her juices smearing his face, and totally consumed by her taste, not wanting to take his mouth off her for even a second. Carmody tightened Elena's legs around his shoulders, which allowed him to release both arms and as he continued to tongue to toy with her clit, he reached up to grab hold of a firm tit. Simultaneously, he slammed two fingers of his other hand into Elena's pussy, eyes lifted to the visage in front of him and darkened with lust. "You want me to screw you into next week?