"So good," she panted, unable to keep her silence, unable to hold back the pleasure she was feeling. "Oh God, Styx. It's so good. So hot."
His tongue flicked around her clit in a lash of fiery sensation and incredible pleasure.
A hungry growl met the words, speeding up her heart rate and spurring her arousal.
Her knees bent, her thighs parting farther as her hips arched to lift closer.
"Styx." Desperation began to fill her at the ache centered in her pu**y, the clenching, heated hunger that radiated from the very heart of her femininity.
Storme felt his fingers moving as though he sensed the need, two pressing at the greedy entrance as his lips surrounded the bud of her clit and began to suckle it with tempting, firm pressure.
Her fingers fisted in the comforter beneath her. As her head whirled with sensation, the need to find something to hold on to became overwhelming.
As his lips and tongue tormented and tortured her clit, his fingers worked slowly inside her pu**y, parting the tender tissue, stretching it as burning flares of impending orgasm began to race through her.
This wasn't love, she thought desperately. This was just pleasure, it was just hunger. She could still walk away without regrets, she was convinced of it.
That thought was distant though, without conviction, and shrouded with such intense pleasure she was on the verge of screaming.
Strong, masculine fingers moved inside her, stroking, caressing tender tissue and ultrasensitive nerve endings. Thrusting her hips upward, she wedged his fingers in deeper, a cry falling from her lips as he chose that moment to cover the tender bundle of nerves with his lips.
Her clit, throbbing and swollen, lifted to the damp heat of his mouth. Fire and ice seemed to wash through her system, tear across her nerve endings, and pleasure stormed her senses with hard bursts of electric sensation.
Her hips jerked against the impalements, the sliding of his fingers inside her, the retreat, the sudden fullness of the inner thrust that sent fiery waves of pleasure rushing through her womb.
Shaking, trembling from the excess pleasure, Storme lifted her hands from the comforter and tangled her fingers in the long, coarse strands of his hair. Bunching in the heavy warmth, she held his head in place, her hips rising and falling, forcing his fingers harder, deeper inside her as ragged cries began to tear from her throat.
She could feel the force of the impending ecstasy beginning to burn inside her.
Felt the sensations multiply, racing across her nerve endings and screaming through her senses.
"Styx!" She moaned his name desperately. "Harder." Her hips churned on his fingers. "Oh God, f**k me harder, Styx. Harder ..."
The pace of his fingers quickened, moving inside the slick recesses of her pu**y as she felt that tight, burning ball of need explode in her clit, her womb, and throw her into rapture.
A muffled, weak scream tore from her lips as her hips jerked up, her thighs shaking, her clit radiating with a wildfire of pleasure as her orgasm overtook her and threw her into a brilliant fire burst of light, color and screaming pleasure.
Styx was desperate. An agony of hunger and lust throbbed through his entire body. His c**k was harder than he could ever remember it being. It throbbed and pulsed, pr**cum dampening the crest and slickening the bulging flesh as he came to his knees and positioned himself between her thighs.
The bare flesh of the folds of her pu**y flowered open, glistening and shimmering slick and wet as he gripped the shaft of this thick flesh and placed the head at the heated entrance.
The shock of pleasure clenched his teeth as he stared down at the swollen, silken folds as he began to press inside.
"Styx." Her thighs parted farther as she whispered his name, her voice hoarse, drawing his gaze.
Her face was awash with ecstasy, her green eyes gleaming like living emeralds as she stared back at him.
He felt the snug entrance begin to stretch over the flared crest of his dick. The heated, slick flesh sent sharp shards of dark pleasure racing through him.
"Sweet Storme," he groaned, his voice rougher, more of a growl than before as he grimaced, feeling the ultratight flesh stretching around his cock.
"So good," she moaned, her neck arching, perspiration dampening the fragile column of her neck as her lips parted and her drowsy gaze locked with his. "It's so good, Styx."
It was so good. It was like heaven and hell. The most exquisite ecstasy he had ever known. The pleasure was white hot, brilliant, as close to pain as pleasure could get, as the tight muscles of her pu**y gripped and rippled over the flared head of his dick.
A rumbling growl echoed in his chest as he worked the swollen, heavy flesh into the slick recesses of her pu**y. The ripple of her inner flesh over the sensitive crest was like electric rapture. The surging sensations raced over his body and sizzled up his spine as he surged those last inches and buried himself to the hilt inside her.
"Ah God!" He couldn't hold back the growl. "Fuck, Sugar. So sweet and f**king hot."