A Bride of Stone by Eva Slipwood Page B

takes my cock into her mouth again. It twitches and pulses as she eases it between her lips, her head rocking back and forth over it, building up the speed as I cry out, my whole body writhing as she slowly coaxes an orgasm out of me, much as I coaxed her form from the stone, her soul from the void. I grab her head with both hands, my fingers entwined in the thick curls of her hair. I hold her head still as my hips buck uncontrollably, forcing my cock in and out of her mouth. She moans as I thrust into her mouth, my cock rubbing against the back of her throat. With delirious release I crest the waves of orgasm flooding through me as my seed floods into her mouth, pumping over and over. I hold her head still as she swallows it all greedily, not letting the barest drop escape her lips.
    I let go of her head, my arms falling to my sides as I convulse on the floor. She continues to lick the head of my manhood, one hand cupping my balls, the other tight on my shaft. The ecstasy teased out by her tongue and hands is too much, the pleasure alomst unbearable.
    “No more,” I whisper, close to fainting.
    She releases my over-sensitive cock from her grasp and climbs over me, tracing her tongue up my body as she moves. She teases a nipple between her teeth and I moan, still flushed from my orgasm. She continues to crawl over my body to kneel over my head. I look up at her inviting mound, her belly and full breasts displayed beyond. I gaze up at the glorious folds of her sex exactly as I carved them. I smell her, the aroma awakening my desire for her once more. She lowers herself onto my mouth, our lips touching, my tongue lapping over her, eager to taste her. I grab her hips and hold her close to me, parting her lips with my questing tongue, forcing it inside her. I taste her, sharp and spicy. She grinds her hips against me as my tongue seeks out her clitoris. I lap at the delicate bud as she begins to moan, swirling my tongue over it. I feast on her, drinking her juices as her moans become louder, more frequent. She grinds faster against me and it’s all I can do to keep up with her pace. She groans in time with my tongue, a rhythmic panting, guttural, lost in herself. My tongue aches as I feel her tremble against me, her body shaking as she cries out, unable to contain her ecstasy. She stiffens, stops moving against me and screams, raw and rough, as I lap at her, her juices flooding my tongue. I drink my fill of her until she can take no more.
    She sits back on my chest, her eyes dazed as her ragged breathing slowly returns to normal. I wipe her essence from my chin, licking the sweet nectar from my fingers as she recovers from her bliss. She moves back down my body to my groin, teasing my cock with her hand. She stares into my eyes, her green eyes showing desire and greed for me, her face filled with lust. My cock springs to attention, answering her need with a sudden, pulsing erection. My arousal is almost painfully quick, my desire for her so strong. Seeing my readiness she mounts me, slowly easing my cock into her dripping pussy. She takes me all the way inside her and I gasp at her warmth and tightness, my hips thrusting to plunge my cock into her.
    I run my hands up her thighs as she rides me, slowly, easily. There’s no urgency in our sex, we’ve already enjoyed each other’s bodies, the desperate need for release has gone. For now, anyway. I caress her ass, feeling the curve of her buttocks and slide my hands up her back as she fucks me gently. I pull her closer to me, her long red hair hanging over me, covering me, and her large breasts close enough to lick. I take a nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around it. She gasps at the sensation as I cup the other breast with my hand. It’s firm in my hand as I massage it, squeezing it gently, running my thumb over her nipple. She moans and increases her pace, my hips answering in time with hers.
    Her cries of rapture come quicker as I speed up, my hips bucking, plunging