Night flight

Now lying down and vulnerable, she controlled the urge to cover her breasts and cross her legs.

Diana felt like a baby in front of those eyes that seemed to capture the color of her skin and still reach the tones of her soul.

There was an almost obsessive affection and acceptance there. It was heavy and yet... sweet.

With wolf eyes and an innocent hand rising from her feet to her groin, he spread her legs.

Diana stretched out her arms as he spread her legs and as an appetizer rubbed his penis against her entrance.

"Huh, how long are you going to keep me waiting?" His whisper next to her ear had some effect. Her lips spread into a sexy smile, lighting up her face as they got closer.

Her arms, slender and delicate, were like snakes wrapping around his neck. He was no different either.

His cock touched her slowly at first, but soon they both felt comfortable.

Her legs wrapped around his waist. It was sexy, wonderful and a little shameful, the feeling of finally being filled, of being connected.

Her face was hot, her paralyzed lungs asked her brain for permission to sigh.

It was floating in that pleasure and all she could think about was wrapping him completely while she was penetrated.

Her legs, her arms brought him closer. She wanted contact. A gift of love and comfort.

Body to body, the sounds were erotic, they sounded like the brutality and delight that came from the flesh.

Her body forgot to breathe, but she didn't stop kissing those lips, giving in to the electricity, feeling from her fingertips to her waist.

There she was a mess. They connected, she felt him, thick, rough and long, sharpening her desire for more. Time after time he thrust without holding back.

His kisses, his hands, she loved everything. Her nipples were hooked, her breasts tightened and with each penetration his penis rose all over her insides.

Her legs had a life of their own and became shy against each thrust, each drop of pleasure and currents of ecstasy coming from that touch.

Even her breasts, which she had never felt anything but pride in their size, seemed to be on all fours for that man.

His hands touched them as if they were precious, but still, full of mischief, he played with her waist while ravaging her mouth with his tongue and her insides with that penis.

Close to cumming, her hands dug into the blanket. Their bodies were a fiery scene, he taller, above her like a mountain facing the valley, protective and almost possessive.

The veins pulsated in his penis, vibrating in her abdomen, hot, delicious and almost invasive.

The last detail only made everything more erotic, a depraved part that was not hers had her there, panting, leaning over.

Sighs and moans came out and no one cared who owned them.

Too late she noticed the heat and electricity rising from her groin, when her legs weakened, her embrace tightened and her muscles tensed, she came with all her desire.

With her eyes closed and in such a fragile and existential moment, he was there so close to her insides, so connected to her soul and still subduing her heart.

She loved that man. Both in the past and in the present, the memories with him were limited to him making her happy and alive.

Nero was the only honey she received in that extremely bitter and sickening world. Her being felt complete, her heart accepted and her insides filled.

Literally... He couldn't hold back anymore. When her toes stretched with electric pleasure, his penis trembled and throbbed while her body moaned. The bastard still thrust a few more times deep, her insides felt every part of it, the thick and pulsating body and the viscous liquid made her insides vibrate.

They both allowed themselves to relax at the end, surrendering to each other's embrace, caresses and kisses.

The orgasm still seemed to be there, but there was a different pleasure in touching and feeling what the other wanted and desired.

A kiss on the chin, on the lips, a light bite. He went up to her ears while his hands felt the skin, so soft and delicious under his hand, something new that wasn't his and yet that possessed him.

His hands contoured her ass with desire while his penis was still hard inside.

Diana moaned with each touch, her thoughts were a complete mess, her desires didn't stop. She wanted more, almost to merge with him.

That he wouldn't stop, that his hands would stay on her, that his eyes would never turn to anyone else and that they would repeat this a thousand times, their whole lives without getting tired of the taste of that fruit destined to be hers.

"When did you get so good at this?", still in his arms, resting on his chest she asked.

She had the impression that he was smiling, but with her eyes closed, she preferred to feel his heart beating and the heat of his penis right there, asking for more. She was tempted to spoil him today.

"You're a little witch when it comes to sex. Think I didn't feel it... The grip, the movements on my waist," he laughed, speaking softly, it was delicious to hear.

"Biting my ears... how low. I almost got shy," his lips blossomed into a wide smile when he heard ears in the plural, a soft laugh escaped.

'He noticed that, huh?', the moment she thought, a large hand caressed her thigh and ass, opening her legs slightly to receive his hard cock.

'He definitely noticed...'

Rubbing against her sensitive lips, it was just proof of that sadist's playfulness.

One side of Diana wanted to curse him a lot, the other just wanted to stay there in comfort and repeat the session... This time a little wilder.

Realizing her unrealized desires, she decided to prepare the ground by being honest.

"I'm glad you liked it...", her tone of voice was not hers. Sweet, flirtatious and peaceful, as if she were finishing a tub of ice cream after a day of playing.

It was pure.

And he seemed to have enjoyed it.

When she felt the chair rising slightly but still like a bed, she smiled as he lifted her up, his arms touching something precious and would not let her escape for anything.

A wet kiss, full of tongues and pleasure took all the breath away from both of them. Or was it their racing hearts that made everything more exciting? Regardless, Diana felt like she was in the most nostalgic marathon of her life.

Her thoughts were pure lust, and she seemed to accept it with pride. She was blinded by red and pink lenses.

'I wouldn't mind running on all fours if he was behind me.'

Diana blushed. A mixture of embarrassment, amusement and disgust making room.

'But really, on all fours would be nice...'

Remembering the yoga classes, the positions that made her muscles tremble with pleasure and pain, curiosity moved her.

One, two, several kisses.

There was no need to rush.

The night was young and Diana had never been so close to the sky.