Every Chance
Copyright© 2014 by crocshoc
3. Blown by the Second
Erotic Sex Story: 3. Blown by the Second - Think too much and opportunity is lost - and I had always regretted what didn't happen. I was determined not to make that mistake again: if I saw even a hint in your eyes, I'll make a move - take every chance.
Caution: This Erotic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual 2nd POV
I slouched on my sofa, staring at the ceiling, thinking back to the craziness of that place: she had unzipped me under the table – in front of Kay – and then she left, leaving me wanting, before Kay ran off when she got more than she expected. And now I was getting more than I expected.
Elle knelt between my legs, stroking my naked erection into her heated mouth, her moans humming into the flesh and distracting me from my questions. I looked down and could see her ample breasts barely held in a lacy purple bra – I don't remember her top coming off, but then I couldn't remember much about getting here.
The text messages were clear about her going home, that she didn't want to talk - that she didn't want to talk now, that she did want to talk tomorrow – and Elle's smile when I told her was as wide as her mouth now, as it stretched over and down my cock, ever so slowly moving further and further, until a final gurgle signalled stop. She pulled back just as slowly, and I needed to distract myself else the night could be over too soon: I reached for her bra strap, the three tiny hooks where only two ever came off easily, the third requiring three hands to release – yet tonight proved me wrong, the fastening giving up too easily and the purple relaxed around her curves. A raised eyebrow was Elle's appreciation, and she shimmied under the straps until they were loose at her elbows, her cups still a barrier to my goal.
Elle sensed my intended target and a swift movement of arms pushed the remainder of the garment to the floor, and whilst I couldn't yet see them, her nipples were hard in the palms of my hand. Her moans increased as I turned my fingers over each breast, under, between and back to the rough nubs that were threatening to push through my fingers. I squeezed softly, and she groaned, pulling her mouth off me to catch her breath.
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