Ecstasy (Page 3)

Author: Bella Andre

He marveled at the sensual picture she presented. Her ni**les were rosy and had formed into tight buds as he neared them. Even the swell of her br**sts had a delicate pink flush, proving that she was as aroused as he was.

Cupping her br**sts gently in his large hands, Evan ran his thumbs over her taut ni**les and blew warm air across them. Sara gasped and he bent down to rain soft kisses all over the soft, sweet flesh, making sure he stayed away from the place she needed him to touch most. It wasn’t until she was writhing on the bed in torment that he took pity on her and slowly took one nipple into his mouth, swirling the nub with his tongue, tasting her on his lips.

At that moment, Sara arched her back into him, pushing her breast even more deeply into his mouth. He nearly lost control of himself, more ready than ever to rip his clothes off and mount her like a stallion. Pulling from a deeper well of control than he knew he possessed, he continued to give loving attention onto her other breast, making her moan with pleasure.

Moving lower, he nipped and kissed her flushed skin across her tight belly, while running his hands up and down her quivering thighs.

His attention was soon wholly focused on the soft, wet mound before him.

Her blond, curly pubic hair was wet with her juices, and her scent was intoxicating. He ran his open hand down her stomach. Lightly, he slid his finger between her lips and then slowly into her.

“Evan,” she moaned, her head thrashing back and forth on the bed.

“Oh baby,” he said, his voice thick with lust and emotion. “You have the sweetest pu**y.”

He saw her eyes widen and slipped his finger back out, and stood up partway to kiss her again.

“You’re so beautiful. Am I making you feel good?”

Blushing again, Sara replied, “I’ve never felt like this before. Is it normal?”

Evan laughed softly and brushed the hair out of her eyes. “What we have is amazing, baby. Trust me and I’ll take you all the way to heaven.”

Sara swallowed, and then said, “I do trust you.”

Laying her back down, he knelt between her legs again. This time, he couldn’t help himself, and he leaned in and tasted her wetness with his tongue.

She nearly bucked off of the bed, and he held her thighs firmly with his hands to keep her pu**y right where he wanted it.

He plunged his tongue into her several times before focusing on her swollen c******s. Taking it into his mouth, he swirled his tongue around once, slowly. Then, taking the utmost care, he swirled it again. At a snail’s pace, he teased her c**t, savoring every moment of his fantasy becoming real.

Sara grabbed his head to push his face down harder into her mound and he knew she was on the verge of coming. He abruptly changed tactics and flicked her c**t rapidly and firmly until she was crying out with joy, her spasms taking over her body for a long while.

Evan stood to remove his clothes as quickly as possible. He was greatly pleased when Sara pushed herself up into sitting position and began to rip off his clothes in haste. But once they had pulled off his slacks together and were taking off his boxers, she stilled.

Looking up at him, she said, “I’m afraid, Evan.”

Cupping her face in his hands, kissing her thoroughly, getting her used to her own sweet taste, he said, “I promise you, it will only hurt the first time. Only until you get used to having me inside of you.”

Sara nodded and slowly reached for the waistband of his boxers, pulling them down his hips with excruciating slowness. When his shaft sprang free she gasped.

“You’re so huge!” she exclaimed.

Evan chuckled softly, thrilled that she was so impressed with his c**k. “And I’m all yours,” he said as he took her small, soft hand in his and wrapped it around his shaft.

“Mmmm,” Sara said. “You’re hot too.” She ran her hand up and down his length, getting used to the feel of him.

But Evan couldn’t take any more teasing, so he gently pushed her back into the silk sheets and leaned over her, careful not to put too much of his weight onto her. Placing the head of his c**k between her pu**y lips, he gently probed her wetness.

The way Sara was writhing underneath him made him want to ram into her without waiting even one more second, but he wanted her first time to be perfect, so he governed his lust. Pushing in no more than an inch, then two, he heard her swift intake of breath and felt the barrier that guarded her most precious gift.

Poised above her, gazing deeply into her eyes, he said, “I never want to hurt you again,” and then forced himself to push past her barrier, until he was practically touching her womb.

She cried out softly in pain, but within moments he knew her virgin’s muscles had adjusted to the feel of him as she began to rock her hips back and forth in an age-old rhythm of love.

Her body eagerly swallowed his c**k and Evan lost all control, pumping hard and fast into her. Beneath him, Sara met every thrust and together they cried out in a magical simultaneous o****m.

For Evan and Sara, their wedding night was the beginning of a lifetime of love, better than anything they could have ever conjured up in their dreams.

Candace finished reading the final words of her chapter and looked up at the faces of her new writing group expectantly. The silence was heavy in the library meeting room. She couldn’t miss the shocked expressions on the faces of her fellow writers.

Several people cleared their throats, and to get the ball rolling Candace said, “I’d love to get some feedback on the ending of my story. I just wrote it yesterday, so it feels pretty fresh to me.”

Sixty long, painful seconds ticked by before one of the older ladies spoke up. “Candace, I’m not sure about the, ahem, appropriateness of the passage you just read us.”

“The appropriateness? It’s erotica. I’d say a sex scene is pretty appropriate.” She searched the eyes of the other members of the group for some support, but found none.

Exasperated, she said, “I thought I made myself very clear with all of you before joining this group. I write erotica. Explicit romantic fiction. That means there’s sex in it. And you all said you were okay with it.”

Right as a man and woman excused themselves from the room, a forty-ish man spoke up. “I thought it was an excellent passage, Candace. You perfectly captured your hero’s deep feelings for the heroine.”

“Thank you,” Candace said, flashing a smile at him, but before she could feel better about her evening, an old biddy who had just contributed a story about her cat said, “I will not stand for such smut! I think we should take a vote right now. Who here wants to listen to this trashy  p**n ?”

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