Lost in his arms

Blue Adatz was a very clean and environmentally conscious city.

Its population was almost ninety percent employed and had a high-quality education.

The only things people valued most there were respect and time.

On a weekend morning, no one would be wandering through the alleys. Besides, there were no bad smells, insects or dirt around.

Just two people sitting in a dark corner, kissing as if time didn't exist.

"Shouldn't we go home? A-Ah...", Diana couldn't stop moaning.

Every time he kissed her neck, the memory of the bite came back, her skin would stand on end like scales and her skin wasn't the only one wet.

"Just take off your clothes for me."

His eyes said, 'don't worry', but the perverted glint behind them said a lot about his seriousness.

Diana was already sitting on his lap, feeling his hard thing between her legs, rubbing against her panties. She didn't know whether to thank or curse that dress, but everything felt sexier that way. Diana started with the jacket. His hands rested on her waist, warm on her skin. His embrace was comfortable, taking off her bra at the end wasn't. But seeing his eyes never leaving her was like a gift. When he was done, he came closer, lowering his mouth to the base of her neck. Their breaths were deep and comfortable as Diana looked around like a child who had knocked over the vase, there was no one there, but she still felt backed up against the wall. Her heart was pounding as she was tormented inside and abused outside. His lips were still on her nipples, but his hands were touching her dress, almost ready to tear it to shreds. Resting her chin on his head, Diana didn't care about anything else. It was simply too good. Fear and pleasure mixed in a dance.

Her instinct told her to relax. It was like life, the more rigid she became, the less she would enjoy the moment.

Her hips moved, brushing against his penis, the kisses became hickeys, drawing sighs from her mouth. She stood up a little and his hands lowered her dress and panties.

Diana thought he could have done better, more subtly, just moving the fabric at her crotch, but he wanted more.

She could feel it as he caressed and kissed her hair.

He only stopped when she was almost naked to him. When the dress was almost a cushion on the back of her knees and when the tip of it brushed her entrance.

The young woman smiled, her hand lowered. She wouldn't let him do whatever he wanted.

Her hand went down, searching for and feeling that delicious, warm lever to the touch. He didn't seem to care, while his kisses and the slight cold made her shiver like a lamb being sheared.

His fingers went from the base to the tip. Without seeing him, he seemed like a stranger, even though her belly knew him well and longed for it, Diana found his cock thicker, longer, full of desire.

Her waist decided to play. She went down just enough to lick from the center to the tip. He must have felt that wet sensation.

His breathing was strong like that of a bull controlling himself. Diana tightened her hold on his head as she felt him nibble here and there. She could feel his desire, all of it. Deep and delicate.

Her waist wanted to relax, going up and down, just brushing from the base to the tip, his abdomen groaned with electricity and pleasure like a world apart. Excited by such a carnal act, that every part of his body knew well.

"How long are you going to make me wait? You forgot that you're naked in an alley...", Diana felt her heart jump as he whispered directly into her chest.

The slight chill was still there, almost subdued by the heat of her body. Her jacket thrown aside, her blouse over her shoulders and her dress over her knees along with her dignity. She was naked and she was starting to like it.

But he didn't care about that. He wanted her, he wanted to be inside her now, so that's what he did.

His hand still on her waist guided her to the right place. Close enough, her hand did the rest.

They connected.

She was wet. Much more than she imagined.

A good part of it went in, circular, hard but soft and warm... His penis invaded her, making room, flesh against flesh, her insides receiving him with a relieved sigh and a current of ecstasy running up her spine.

They fought with their desires for a moment, until he did what he wanted. His penis went in and out, throwing Diana's mind into a lake of pleasure.

Close to drowning, she didn't care about anything, but she still looked around with dead eyes and a possessive embrace around him.

Her waist and arms tightened around him as she was ravaged, combining discomfort and pleasure in a unique mix.

A mix of love and sex.