Exton

Stoney's fingers glide over Alise's hip. He arches his body, stroking in and out of her sheath in a slow measured pace. He opens his mind to hers, letting her feel the silken grip, the heat, that makes him grow harder. Alise moans softly as his fingertips slide between her legs, stroking and teasing her aching clit. He begins to tease the firm nub, scraping a nail over the sensitive flesh.

He can feel the slight discomfort, mixed with a very immediate need. He feels her tense, squeezing around him. He groans in her ear and she shudders, pulsing around him painfully. He feels her wetness increase and he slides deeper, trying to hold back each thrust.

He tickles her clit, pinching lightly and Alise arches into his hand, trying to push back onto his cock, harder if he lets her. Her head slams into his shoulder and Alise cries out softly, begging him not to leave her hanging. Stoney whispers in her ear, telling her how sexy she is, how good she feels. He licks along her shoulder and gently scrapes his teeth over her shoulder.

"You taste so good Chaton... You feel so daamn good. So tight around me." He shudders as she clamps down on him arching hard. He feels the tight winding pleasure, the shudder that rocks through her and she shatters, bathing him in her wetness. Stoney groans, a deep rumble from his chest, and pumps into her, filling her on each stroke. The mixture of their scent is overpowering and he pushes deeper, burying as deep as he can while he fills her .

"Chaton... Oh Goddess, woman... I could die happy with you in my arms..."