Savory Deceits by Skye Heart Page A

throbbing penis. A gasp nearly escaped my throat, when I saw that my hands could barely encircle the size of his erection. Then, he searched my eyes once more, before he kissed me long and hard. When a moan escaped my throat, I guided him inside me. Instantly, I felt a jab of pain, and I heard him groan, as my inner lairs curved around his shaft. Then, his movements came in waves, first high and then low, as he propelled my juices forward. The once-tensed feeling of penetration, now felt like soft waves crashing towards the seashore, as I saturated him with my fluids of ecstasy. His feverish lips were all over my body now, and with every stroke of his rod, I wanted more. When he went deeper, I held my breath.
    “You okay?” He asked, stopping. I looked in his eyes, and nodded. Then, he brushed a wisp of hair from my face, and kissed me again. Holding onto my hips, he pushed on slow and deliberate, and I gasped once more, at the sheer sensation of it all. At that instant, his hands suddenly moved from my hips to my breasts, gripping my mounds with such determination. Then, I closed my eyes, and threw my head back, opening my legs wider. Thereon, he groaned again, and buried his face in the side of my neck. I was certain he knew I was right, this was wrong, but we were both ways past the point of no return. I cried out his name, as his strokes grew more intense, and dug my nails into his shoulders, as his massive penis invaded my insides. Then, I braced one hand on the sink, and suddenly tensed, as I felt my own much-needed orgasm reaching its peak. With my eyes closed, I gasped once more, and then let myself go. He was moving faster now, and I tried to grab hold of anything I could, to brace myself for that coveted feeling of euphoric bliss.
    “Oh God!” I began. “Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!” I cried out repeatedly, reaching climax. Every one of my senses took over at this earth-shattering phenomenon, and yet he did not stop. I could still feel him deep within me, repeatedly hitting that spot, that caused me to go into psychotic convulsions. Then, with one final thrust, I could feel his muscles tighten, and then he collapsed against me panting. When his breathing labored, he pushed away from me, to look me in the eyes again. Then he touched the side of my face, and lightly kissed my lips. When he pulled away again, we stared into each other’s eyes.
    Slowly, he lowered his hand to my chest, and rested it between my breasts, feeling my rapid heartbeat. I then raised my hand to his chest as well, and stared back at him in wonder. As he stood before me motionless, I felt his heart quicken beneath my palm, and he moved his hand to touch mine. Next, he took my hand from his chest, brought it up to his lips, and kissed my palm. The gesture was so stimulating, which caused tiny goosebumps, to rise on my arms. Then, I closed my eyes once more, and reveled in the excitement of our magnetizing chemistry.
     
     
     
     
     
     
    8
    Naima and I stood on the pier, waiting for Tony's ship to drop anchor. “What time did he say they were pulling in?” She asked me.
    “At eleven,” I replied, and then she looked at her watch.
    “Well, it's about five after, so I guess any minute now, huh? Aren't you excited?” She asked, nudging me. I smiled, and shrugged my shoulders. It was a bright and sunny day, and there were news anchors everywhere, waiting to film the Sailor’s homecoming. The other ships had already docked, and there were shouts and cheers, coming from the families nearby. Then finally, I spotted the large, aircraft-carrying battleship, moving slowly towards the pier with the assistance of two small tugboats.
    “Here we go.” I said to no one in particular, staring at the ship.
    “I can’t imagine what you must be feeling right now, Nena.” When I said nothing, Naima continued. “I’m definitely not a fan of Tony’s right now, but take it from me, and don’t make any rash decisions. Give him a chance. Hear him