Free dangerous_lust part_3 by Eliza Stout Page A

the smooth friction of each other’s naked skin. This was a slow process,
     perhaps more subconscious than purposeful, as we were both still not fully awake.
     The longer this went on though, the hornier I became. Each time I pressed my naked
     ass against his warm groin I could feel his member growing. It started off soft and
     fleshy, and I had to focus on the sensation of it softly smushing against my backside
     to be able to make definite note of it, but now its presence unmistakable. It was
     warm and hard, and he was pressing it more forcefully now against my cheeks, desperately
     almost, it seemed. I could feel it like the handle of a flashlight pressing into me,
     and I could feel his warm breath on the back of neck, his hands holding me tightly
     at the breasts.
    Finally, I reached down beneath my legs, my hand sliding past my increasingly moist
     vagina, and grabbed hold of the stiffened meat that was pressing against me. I twisted
     my hips and lifted my ass forward for a second so that I could readjust his cock,
     and then I brought them back down, pressing my ass cheeks against his pelvis, nestling
     myself back into the warm spoon of his loins. This time, however, his hard cock parted
     my pussy lips, sliding easily inside of me. We were joined together like a key and
     its matching lock. Well, a thick meaty key and its respectively warm and slippery
     lock.
    The pace continued much like it had when we were just snuggling up against each other,
     very slow and sensual. We had taken so long to just built up to this point, however,
     that my vagina was practically oozing. He had no trouble slowly sliding his cock deep
     inside and then slowly sliding it out again, only to bring it forward again, pressing
     his pelvis against the soft pad of my ass and holding it deep inside of me for a long
     moment. This was driving me insane. It was sex, but at the same time it kind of wasn’t
     quite sex. I could feel my juices slowly leaking down the inside of my leg, warm and
     wet.
    As his cock held its place inside of my womb, like a thickness that just seemed to
     leave me feeling as though I was filled up – a sensation that pulsated as he slowly
     drew his cock out and then slowly pressed it back in deeper to the hilt – his hand
     let go of my breast and snaked its way down across my pubes, the thick stub of his
     finger tips lightly brushing against my soaked vagina. He spread the lips with his
     fingers and then slowly began to rub at my clit. I squirmed with pleasure as he began
     to do this, my lips quivering and silently mouthing little broken tremulous murmurs,
     too soft to hear except for the warmth wispy breath that carried them out of my mouth.
     My hips tensed, I pressed my ass against his groin, trying to burying his cock as
     deep as it would go, wanting to feel it all the way in my stomach, as the waves of
     pleasure from his rapid short little manipulations of my clit began to radiate outward.
     Finally I spasmed, my legs twisted and kicked, I pressed even harder into his stiff
     cock, my back arched and I howled desirously as the orgasm shuttered through me like
     the rippling shockwave of an earthquake. I moaned loudly and writhed and squirmed
     as he held me tight against his pelvis and began pumping away now, hard and fast like
     some kind of wild animal. This just set the orgasm off even more, aftershocks rippling
     through me and causing me to twist and moan and claw at the sheets, halfway pulling
     them free from where they were tucked under the mattress. He pumped away desperately
     at me, as if he were on a mission. Then, just as I sensed he might be beginning to
     tense up and deliver his load deep inside of me, I heard a loud crash in the living
     room.
    He slipped his cock out of me quickly, rolling deftly to the other side of the bed
     and snatching his pants off the carpet.
    “The hell was that?” he said, panting. He had one leg into his pants when the door
     to the bedroom burst open