A Night of Passion
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
1,982
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
A Night of Passion
Disclaimer: I seem to be popping stories out left and right. This one is spawned from someone I'm infatuated with, since I felt inspired by him. Evan&Sloane are a multi-racial couple by the way, and this short story may eventually turn into something bigger. Reviews are greatly appreciated.
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"Baby, get up. Baaaaaby..." I poke and prod at Evan, and continue doing so until he awakes.
"What's wrong, Sloane?"
"Nothing my dear. I just want to talk to you." His enchantingly dark brown eyes close momentarily and look back at me, a little annoyed. Evan loves his sleep, and especially after our more eventful nights, he cherishes it. I tickle him softly.
"Man. You never tire, do you?"
"No, I don't. Want to make me tired?" I grin deviously and slither down his delicious body, now sitting at his feet. He rests himself on his elbows, inclined enough so that he can see me. I bring my fingers across the bottoms his feet, making him giggle slightly. My fingers walk higher and higher, touching or massaging almost every inch of him as I head to the promised lands.
I press gentle and loving kisses on the insides of his thighs, and softly I stroke his long but oh-so-perfect length. He raises an eyebrow to me at this action, and smiles back at me. I brush my breasts against him as I slide back up to kiss him passionately, making sure that he checks all of my teeth.
After Evan has made sure all my fillings are in place, he places his hands on my behind and slowly trails down to touch me in places unseen. I giggle because I'm ticklish there, and I feel him smile against my shoulder. His fingers delve and tease my depths, once in a while flicking the bundle of nerves that begged for his touch.
Having had just about enough torment, I pull him on top of me and pull his face down to make him kiss me, with a dominance I really wasn't aware I had. He hoists himself over me, looking so damn beautiful silhouetted against the moonlight lurking through our window. I feel the tip of him barely touching me, and I find myself yearning for his entrance.
He must have seen the desperation in my eyes, because I soon felt him enter me, making me exhale a large amount of air I didn't know I was holding in. His expanse of chest pressed against my aching breasts, his smooth skin warm and comforting against my body. We began to rock in a pleasing rhythm, our dance speeding up as we turned the heat higher. I arch my back and he places his mouth around one nipple, sucking and licking and making me squeal.
His tongue does magic on the other nipple, sending licks of flames down to my toes and back up to my heart. We're both moaning now, sweat glistening on our bodies and I find the bed squeaking a little as well. Evan places his head on my breasts, and I can see the lovely muscles in his back working to keep us both satisfied. I add more to my thrusts, meeting his with such a precise timing that I see starbursts before my eyes.
Soon Evan arches up in his climax, screaming my name in ecstasy and I'm close behind him, grabbing and scratching his back in a desperate attempt to bring him back to me. He comes back down and presses a hard, breath-taking kiss to my mouth and lies down next to me.
He cuddles up close and holds me, making me feel safer than anyone else in the world. I can still feel him deep inside me, and as I drift off to sleep, he whispers sweet nothings into my ear.
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"Baby, get up. Baaaaaby..." I poke and prod at Evan, and continue doing so until he awakes.
"What's wrong, Sloane?"
"Nothing my dear. I just want to talk to you." His enchantingly dark brown eyes close momentarily and look back at me, a little annoyed. Evan loves his sleep, and especially after our more eventful nights, he cherishes it. I tickle him softly.
"Man. You never tire, do you?"
"No, I don't. Want to make me tired?" I grin deviously and slither down his delicious body, now sitting at his feet. He rests himself on his elbows, inclined enough so that he can see me. I bring my fingers across the bottoms his feet, making him giggle slightly. My fingers walk higher and higher, touching or massaging almost every inch of him as I head to the promised lands.
I press gentle and loving kisses on the insides of his thighs, and softly I stroke his long but oh-so-perfect length. He raises an eyebrow to me at this action, and smiles back at me. I brush my breasts against him as I slide back up to kiss him passionately, making sure that he checks all of my teeth.
After Evan has made sure all my fillings are in place, he places his hands on my behind and slowly trails down to touch me in places unseen. I giggle because I'm ticklish there, and I feel him smile against my shoulder. His fingers delve and tease my depths, once in a while flicking the bundle of nerves that begged for his touch.
Having had just about enough torment, I pull him on top of me and pull his face down to make him kiss me, with a dominance I really wasn't aware I had. He hoists himself over me, looking so damn beautiful silhouetted against the moonlight lurking through our window. I feel the tip of him barely touching me, and I find myself yearning for his entrance.
He must have seen the desperation in my eyes, because I soon felt him enter me, making me exhale a large amount of air I didn't know I was holding in. His expanse of chest pressed against my aching breasts, his smooth skin warm and comforting against my body. We began to rock in a pleasing rhythm, our dance speeding up as we turned the heat higher. I arch my back and he places his mouth around one nipple, sucking and licking and making me squeal.
His tongue does magic on the other nipple, sending licks of flames down to my toes and back up to my heart. We're both moaning now, sweat glistening on our bodies and I find the bed squeaking a little as well. Evan places his head on my breasts, and I can see the lovely muscles in his back working to keep us both satisfied. I add more to my thrusts, meeting his with such a precise timing that I see starbursts before my eyes.
Soon Evan arches up in his climax, screaming my name in ecstasy and I'm close behind him, grabbing and scratching his back in a desperate attempt to bring him back to me. He comes back down and presses a hard, breath-taking kiss to my mouth and lies down next to me.
He cuddles up close and holds me, making me feel safer than anyone else in the world. I can still feel him deep inside me, and as I drift off to sleep, he whispers sweet nothings into my ear.