Post by NICHOLAS SANDROSE on Nov 5, 2009 15:13:45 GMT -5
When Ellylon turned her face toward him, her expression of lust and adoration nearly drove Nicholas wild. Ronja had been encouraging during their lovemaking -- but she’d never looked at him like that, with such wanton passion. This was no charity fuck. Ellylon desired him; she craved all the things he was doing to her. And it made Nicholas feel amazing, to know that he could give her such great pleasure. He wanted to keep pleasing her until neither of them could stand it anymore.
Ellylon’s nipples scraped against Nicholas’s chest as she strained to kiss him. Hungrily, Nicholas caught her lips, sucking at their sweet flesh. He drank her hot breath as if it was the only air left in the world. They were almost impossibly close together -- almost joined into one entity. Nicholas felt his senses begin to blur. He couldn’t separate his heartbeat from hers; he lost track of the boundaries which divided their bodies. There was just one loud pounding in his head and one unending swirl of ecstasy.
Then her lips broke from his, and she whispered a single word in his ear. “Move.” Nicholas felt more than glad to oblige. However, before he got a chance, Ellylon raised her body a little, and then lowered herself back down onto him. The sensation was amazing. Completely taken by surprise, Nicholas howled, and the sound bursting from his mouth was the only thing which kept him from exploding into her. But the howl relieved enough pressure that he managed to regain control. He didn’t want this to end yet. Not so soon.
Tightening his grip on Ellylon’s hips, Nicholas lifted her until he was nearly out, and the cool air caressed his shaft. Then he yanked her back down. Waves of pleasure washed through him as he slid back inside, nearly making his knees buckle. Stumbling, Nicholas took a few steps forward, until Ellylon’s back was pressed against the wall.
Aided by the wall’s added stability, Nicholas again drew out of Ellylon and pressed back inside. Slowly, at first -- but then with growing speed. As their pace picked up, Ellylon’s breasts began bouncing from the force of each thrust. They looked so enticing, Nicholas wished that he had an extra set of hands to caress and massage them. But that was impossible, so he attempted to satiate his desire by pressing harder and deeper into her willing flesh.
As they made love, Nicholas wanted to tell Ellylon how beautiful she looked; how she made him burn with a desire stronger than most mortals ever knew. He wanted to tell her how much love filled his soul. But for once, Nicholas couldn’t manage words. The only song he could sing her was formed from his beating heart, his racing breath, and his increasingly sharp groans.
Ellylon’s nipples scraped against Nicholas’s chest as she strained to kiss him. Hungrily, Nicholas caught her lips, sucking at their sweet flesh. He drank her hot breath as if it was the only air left in the world. They were almost impossibly close together -- almost joined into one entity. Nicholas felt his senses begin to blur. He couldn’t separate his heartbeat from hers; he lost track of the boundaries which divided their bodies. There was just one loud pounding in his head and one unending swirl of ecstasy.
Then her lips broke from his, and she whispered a single word in his ear. “Move.” Nicholas felt more than glad to oblige. However, before he got a chance, Ellylon raised her body a little, and then lowered herself back down onto him. The sensation was amazing. Completely taken by surprise, Nicholas howled, and the sound bursting from his mouth was the only thing which kept him from exploding into her. But the howl relieved enough pressure that he managed to regain control. He didn’t want this to end yet. Not so soon.
Tightening his grip on Ellylon’s hips, Nicholas lifted her until he was nearly out, and the cool air caressed his shaft. Then he yanked her back down. Waves of pleasure washed through him as he slid back inside, nearly making his knees buckle. Stumbling, Nicholas took a few steps forward, until Ellylon’s back was pressed against the wall.
Aided by the wall’s added stability, Nicholas again drew out of Ellylon and pressed back inside. Slowly, at first -- but then with growing speed. As their pace picked up, Ellylon’s breasts began bouncing from the force of each thrust. They looked so enticing, Nicholas wished that he had an extra set of hands to caress and massage them. But that was impossible, so he attempted to satiate his desire by pressing harder and deeper into her willing flesh.
As they made love, Nicholas wanted to tell Ellylon how beautiful she looked; how she made him burn with a desire stronger than most mortals ever knew. He wanted to tell her how much love filled his soul. But for once, Nicholas couldn’t manage words. The only song he could sing her was formed from his beating heart, his racing breath, and his increasingly sharp groans.