Can't Let Her Go

With my hand around her neck, I hold her in place and savor the dance of my tongue against hers. She becomes more fervent as I trace kisses along her jaw and down her neck to the rapid beating of her pulse. I lick it like an animal and she starts to tear her clothes off her body.

“You’ll be too cold,” I caution.

“You’re all the warmth I need,” she says, lifting her body so she can unhook her bra and expose her goose-pimpled breasts. Then she pulls off her panties and lies under me, naked.

Pulling off my sweater, I cover one breast in my warm hand and suck the other pink-tipped, taut nipple into my mouth. With frenzied movements, she begins to tear at the button of my jeans and pulls down the zipper.

I allow her to take the reins. She urges me onto my back. I lay back and watch as she slides my jeans and briefs off to expose my hard cock.

Holding the thick shaft adoringly in her hands my beautiful Princess licks down it until she has my balls in her mouth. I shut my eyes, ecstasy melting my insides. Soon, her wet warm mouth covers the mushroom head and she sucks long and slow. I groan with the exquisite pleasure. Her hands close around my shaft and up and down she goes, her tongue lapping up whatever pre-cum that spills out of me.

I’ve been blown countless times like this in the past, but with Katya it seems as if my cock was made specifically for her mouth. “Don’t stop … fuck,” I hear myself say to her. The scrape of her teeth down the thickly veined sensitive flesh, brings me to the edge of a mindless explosion. “Finish me off,” I command, unable to contain myself any longer.

Her small hand tightens around my dick and she sucks for all she is worth.

“Ah, Katya.” I come with the roar of a beast, hot spurts of semen shooting straight into her mouth and down her throat. She laps it all up like a starving woman. I go over the edge and the pleasure is so intense it feels as if my body, my bones, my being, is disintegrating into nothing.

When I come back down to earth, I grab her around the ribs and pull her up to me. The smile on her face is heart stopping. I taste myself on her lips as I kiss her. She wraps her arms around either side of my head and her chest flattens against mine as the kiss deepens. My hands reach for her ass to grind her into me.

Time stops while we kiss. Slowly, my body recognizes that primitive, insatiable need to be inside her again. Curling my hands around her thighs, I open them and lift her hips up over my erect cock. “I’m going in bare,” I tell her.

“I want you to. If we die in this crazy place at least I will have experienced your cock shooting its seed into my belly.”

She fists my dick as I impale her on it. She is so goddamn tight, so hot, so soft, her pretty cunt greedily gripping me, urging me deeper and deeper until I can go no further.

With her hands on my chest she shuts her eyes and savors it all. Then she begins to move, riding me, slowly and then hard … She slams her body down on me again and again. Our mating is violent and desperate. We are the only two people left in the world. Outside the blizzard continues. Tomorrow we could be dead. Today we are driving each other insane with pleasure.

With her hands on my chest, she fucks me, her breasts bouncing with her furious moves until every nerve in my body grows taut with anticipation for the coming release.

She explodes just before I do, her hips jerking at the force and intensity of her climax. “Hunter,” she cries again and again even while I explode inside her. Her entire body is still trembling as she collapses on me.

You’ll be the death of me, is all I can think.

Katya

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=paXOkGMyG8M&list

-I can see a rainbow-

Hunter kisses me and I kiss him back. I love kissing him. I like his lips which feel smooth. I like his tongue which licks at mine. But mostly, I love the clean taste of him. My friends have talked about the boys they kiss. Boys who are aggressive and tactless, boys who treat kissing as a necessary evil, boys whose tongues are little, hungry things that they force on their girlfriends.

As I kiss him, I try to remember what my friends have said, what seems to make boys happy, what a good kiss is made of. But I can’t remember. I can only feel his lips and tongue and the movements that seem right no matter what he does. It all feels right. I almost think I need it. Death howls just outside the door, but this … this is life. This is what I was born to do. He cannot know how good he tastes, how warm he makes me. Soon, I will not need the fire. I will burn bright, like a candle. I will consume myself.

He pauses and pulls back, his face is serious.

I sense his need, his desire. It matches mine, I think.

“Cold?” he asks.

I shake my head. I wouldn’t admit it even if I were cold. He touches me, and his touch is gentle, smooth. He doesn’t wish to cause any damage, to use me too much. Maybe it is because he thinks that would make it easy for Anakin to pronounce me impure. He spreads my legs, once again he bends down and licks me. When he first did it last night, I could hardly believe what he was doing. I didn’t believe it until I felt his tongue lick me.

My body shivers with pleasure.

I close my eyes and concentrate on what he’s doing, what his tongue is doing. It’s so delicious and like nothing I’ve ever felt before. He licks and probes and gently spreads me. It’s like some sort of creature that is curious, attentive, warm and wet. I can feel it touch me in places I’ve never been touched before.

As his tongue wiggles and licks, I burn brighter. I feel need. My hips wish to move. My body wishes to accept and capture that little creature that teases me. A spasm ripples through my tummy. Quickly, he finds spots that are more sensitive than I would have believed until I met him.

Finally, his tongue lands on the thing I never knew I had. The something that is incredibly sensitive, incredibly hungry. It pulsates with heat and need. He seems to know how it works, how it quivers when he licks it, how it throbs when his tongue leaves it. I was afraid during my first orgasm. I thought I was dying. No one told me it would be like that. Now that I know how it feels, I want it. I want it in a way I thought I would never want anything.

He pauses and looks at me. “Like that?” he asks.

I clutch his head. “Don’t stop.”

Hunter returns to satisfying my need. He licks again, and my heart starts beating faster as my blood pounds through my body. His tongue does things to me that are mysteries. He presses his tongue down on me, and I gasp. I want too much to respond, to arch, drive and push, but I don’t. I will let him tend to me. I will let him push me higher. I will let him make me burn with sheer heat.

I moan.

His hands grab my thighs, and his tongue pumps in and out, like a tiny piston. I feel a huge beast inside me, a huge, powerful thing that strains at the chains that hold it in place. The first time I had been a bit frightened as I never knew there was this thing inside me. Something held in place like a fly in a spider’s web. It wants life. It wants to explode. It actually feels as if it breaks its manacles, it will consume me.

“Yessssssssss,” I hiss. He is so good at this.

I feel the chains slipping.

His tongue presses again.

The beast inside thrashes and roars, and then it happens.

My brain shuts down. The thing inside rushes through my body, through my veins, my muscles, my bones. It is like an army of feeling, thousands of

little soldiers that leap upon every nerve in my body, prodding and pricking, sending a billion, a billion flashing signals to my brain. I become nothing more than a bundle of feeling, a huge, hot bundle of sheer joy. It is immediate and overwhelming. I am lost. All my thoughts are gone. I become one with the universe. My mouth opens.

And I scream.

Hunter

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gb-B3lsgEfA

(It’s A Man’s World)

When she screams, I press my tongue on her clit and keep it there to extend her orgasm. To my surprise it doesn’t just extend her climax it gives her multiple orgasms. Fascinated, I watch her have the most enthralling experience of her life.

When it is finally over, I stop and crouch over her. She smiles at me dreamily. I smile back.

“That—that was sooooo amazing,” she whispers. “I think I am addicted to sex now.”

I hide a smile at her innocence. “None of us have any idea until we try it. Once we do, we want it all the time.”

“Yes, yes, again and again,” she says eagerly.

I pick up her panties and hand them to her. “Get dressed. We need to keep warm.”

She slides on her panties as I retrieve her jeans. “Thank you,” she says. “I want you to know that you touched me deeply.”

I pull on my jeans and sweater quickly. I don’t want her stupid gratitude. The more time I spend with her the more I like her and that pisses me off. Why couldn’t she be a whiny brat or a self-obsessed selfie addict?

“You know, I was thinking that perhaps we will not get out of this. But after tonight, I think I might be able to die in peace. I won’t have to haunt the planet looking for something I had never experienced.”