Sinful Pleasure III

Elina lost herself in the feeling, in the need and hunger. The feeling was beautiful. Terrible. Glorious. She would never get enough.

His hand slid between his chest and her mouth. A silent command.

For a moment she thought to resist him, but his cock swelled, stretching and burning the tight muscles of her sheath, and she couldn’t think straight.

She let him take over by sliding her tongue instinctively over the small punctures on his chest.

Immediately she threw her head back, grinding down, rising and sinking on him. She didn’t want that to end, either. She wanted to live there with him, sharing the same skin, the pleasure spilling through her like a diamond comet streaming across the night sky. Pure and perfect.

You’re so beautiful you make me cry. She whispered the truth into his mind. So intimate. She knew he saw her. Every sin. Every fantasy. Everything she was.

She wanted him to know because he’d given her so much. He’d believed in her when others might have thrown her out