1. Taboo Lust


    Date: 10/29/2017, Categories: Taboo, Author: Metilda, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    in that state of intoxication where time disappears and all that's left is sensation. His hands on my back, slick with sweat against my bare skin, the intense heat of his body against mine, the way my tits rubbed against his chest. He leaned back, slow, and lowered himself to the floor. I smiled through the dark and ran my hands along his chest and across his stomach, feeling rather than seeing the way he looked. Nice smooth skin, a bit of muscle here and there that flexed as I fucked myself on him. He cupped my hips with his hands and then teasing and tickled my skin on the way to my tits. If I could have I would have told him how good he felt, how much I loved feeling him inside me, how close I was to coming, but there were footsteps overhead again. I sucked on my bottom lip instead, pinching his own nipples, worried that if I opened my mouth I'd groan or moan or call out God's name and get zapped with a lightening bolt. The floor above creaked and creaked. Brian lifted up from the floor a bit, chuckling a little. “Hot, isn't it? Fucking just inches away from someone and they don't even know it.” I kissed him quick and madly for that. “Do something for me. Rub your clit.” I shook my head, not wanting to risk breaking my silence. “Please,” he begged. “You've gotta come first.” Christ, begging was like Cherry on the Sunday. I dragged my fingers down his chest and over his stomach and then slipped my fingers between us, just barely touching my clit. The contact made my body ...
    jolt a little and I clenched tight around him. “God that's hot. That's it. Get yourself off.... Fuck.” Eyes on his, I gripped his chest and leaned into him, stroking my clit and pressing against him to build friction. Brian thrust into me as he squeezed my hips and pushed me down. A tense energy grew, taking hold in my fingers. With a gasp I couldn't hold back I came, dropping my face down to his chest as I trapped my hand between us and rocked my clit against it to built the friction I needed. His heartbeat through his skin and the taste of his sweat on my tongue made me feel wrapped up with him, tangled together... God, I really liked our tangle. I relaxed against him, letting the aftershocks zip through me, enjoying how it felt to have him still-hard inside me. It was like the contact inside made my orgasm last longer. He let me go for a few moments, his hands feeling along the smooth of my back, before he pushed up on one hand, holding me tight to his chest. As if we were synchronized together, we both shifted and moved until he was on top of me, caging me in and kissing me deeply before slipping himself inside me again. Without the distracting and driving need for my own orgasm I was able to cling to him and take in all the many things about him—the way each thrust of him inside me roughed my back against the cool floor, his hair and how it danced and glinted dark in the ribbons of light, the frantic pulse just under the skin of his neck, and how he felt so sturdy and ...
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