The night air was as hot and steamy as the anticipation of what was to come – two sweaty bodies entwined and surrendering to forbidden desire, chests heaving with fervor. The thrill of the illicit was as thrilling as ever, the explosive climax that followed leaving both of them sated and content.
Browsing: Erotic
Sucking Sean was like a dream. His mouth was like heaven, eagerly exploring mine as his hands roamed my body. His wet tongue licked my neck, tasting every inch of me as the sexual tension between us built to a crescendo of pleasure. I was in a state of pure bliss, taken away on my erotic journey.
He came over to my place one night, and the first thing he said was, “Let me dominate you”. It was a request and a dare, and I knew I was going to be in for a night of passionate exploration and a lip-bitingly erotic experience. That night was an initiation, like a baptism by fire, and by morning I was a new man.
He grabbed my neck and growled hungrily, as if I was a feast of forbidden pleasure. His lips were hot with breathless excitement and his eyes shouted an urgent message of passion and desire. Our embraces were intense and unbridled as our bodies pressed closer together with an unspoken rapture that was electric and powerful. We fell to the bed in a passionate frenzy as I opened my heart to the ecstatic thrill of our union.
His hands moved slowly, reverently, sliding beneath my clothes, exploring curves, valleys, and secret places. His fingertips sent electric shocks of pleasure that coursed through my soul, awakening a craving so deep I ached for his touch.
He gripped her tight, the bulging muscles on his arms glistening with sweat as he encouraged her body against his. His erratic breathing told her he wanted more and as his hands caressed her curves they left trails of heat and pleasure. He knew exactly what she desired and pushed her further, their mutual arousal intensifying until the room was filled with shivers of delight.
I wanted him then more than ever, to have and to hold however he wanted to. I wanted to cup his face in my hands and revel in his beauty. I wanted to join him, be one with him and feel the same kind of pleasure, Grimes for grimes, skin for skin.
He pulled out his phone, and quickly flipped through his selfie shots, eagerly anticipating the next one he would post: his own face contorted in pleasure as he lightly laced his gentle fingers around his engorged cock. In a gaze of rapture he committed the image to memory, and soaked in the homoerotic electrification that filled the air. And he couldn’t wait to share it with the world.
He breathed hard and let out a low moan of pleasure as I gulped down the last precious drop. His long shuddering climax felt like an eternity, and I drank in his desire as I licked my lips from the sweetness that lingered there. I caressed his body with my hands, feeling the tension of his pleasure ripple through my veins in an orgasmic wave.
He was a wild, hot thing, riding and teasing the rails of every orgasm brought on by the suction of my eager mouth. I licked and teased, his moans grew louder, my senses become more intoxicated until we both could no longer resist the pleasure. Then, with one passionate, tender kiss, I brought him to the peak, and together we soared.