13 Aug '15

#SSceneC2015 : Naima Simone @Naima_Simone vs Cari Quinn @cariquinn & Taryn Elliott tarynelliottfic #NSFW

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cooltext129748819578231Witness to Passion – Naima Simone

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Holy shit.

Pearlescent moonlight streamed into the room through the windows, cascading across the floor and the rumpled sheets…

Across the bare chest and thrusting hips of the straining male who fisted and pumped his cock.

God he was beautiful.

Black sweatpants covered Shane’s long legs and most of his hips, shoved down far enough to bare taut skin and the delicious cut of his hip bone. Ridged abs were etched in stark relief as he drove into the tight grip of his fist. Damn. Fallon swept her tongue over suddenly dry lips. She’d guessed the night before that the bulge beneath his briefs hinted at an impressive erection. But, good God, seeing was believing. He. Was. Huge. Each stroke over his stiff cock required use of his arm, not just his wrist.

Desire and greedy lust poured through her, stiffening her nipples into diamond-hard points and pooling between her thighs, until her sex spasmed with an empty ache. Flames licked over her skin, and beads of sweat dotted her palms and chest.

Reluctantly, she drew her fascinated gaze away from his hips and traveled up his torso to his face. Her breath snagged in her throat. If she’d thought him beautiful before, the tortured pleasure twisting his features transformed him into something that defied description. The tendons in his neck stood out as his head pressed into the pillow. Though thick lashes hid his eyes, erotic hunger stamped his face in the skin pulled tight over his sharp cheekbones and his lips drawn back in a sensual snarl.

His hand sped up, and the rasp of his breathing roughened. She stared, captivated, as he drove in and out of his fingers, faster and harder. Her nails dug into her palms as she fought to remain hidden in the shadowed doorway instead of crossing the room, climbing on the bed, palming his cock, and finishing the job.

“Fallon.”

I’m busted. I’m so freaking busted. Shock and fear gripped and shook her like a rag doll. How had he known she was standing there? And what would he do now? Yell at her? Berate her… Invite her in, replace her hand with his? Push her head toward that straining, beautiful, hard flesh to impale her mouth?

Wait. Oh damn.

He doesn’t know I’m here. And he’d growled her name. Her name. Was he fantasizing about her while bringing himself to pleasure? Cream spilled from between her folds, dampening her panties as her clit swelled. What should she do now? Leave—hightail it out of there before he realized he had an audience of one? Or stay. Enter that room, climb up on the bed, and turn fantasy into reality.

Her heart lodged in her throat, her stomach clenching in sharp need, anticipation, and fear. What if she went to him and he rejected her…again? Another long, low moan rumbled in his chest, reverberating in her belly, stroking over the hypersensitive flesh between her thighs.

She moved into the room.

No thinking. No second-guessing. Her bare feet slid noiselessly across the hardwood floor. But she must’ve made a sound because his thick lashes lifted, and turquoise fire blazed bright in the shadowed darkness.

Pulling up short at the foot of his bed, she met his hard, luminescent stare. His chest rose and fell on deep, rough breaths. The harsh stamp of arousal on his face didn’t ease. The sexual, almost cruel slant of his mouth didn’t soften. He didn’t beckon her closer.

But he didn’t order her out either.

Clutching that small detail like a lifeline, she raised one knee onto the mattress. Then the other. Slowly, she crawled the short distance to his big body, granting him time and opportunity to send her away. Yet, even when she knelt between his spread, hard thighs, he remained silent.

Need was a living animal writhing inside her as she gripped his cock directly above his fist. Hot. Steel. Velvet. She tightened her hold, and it bucked and pulsed in her hand. This close his fresh wind scent was sharper, distilled, and combined with the unique musk that belonged solely to him, it made her mouth water for a taste. A taste hell. She wanted to gorge herself on him.

His fingers unraveled from his rigid flesh, and as she gave the shaft one lush pump, those long digits speared through her hair, twisting, pulling. Tugging her down to the cock she dreamed about and craved.

Sighing, she rubbed her lips across the cap, her mouth coming away wet with the precum slicking the swollen tip. She hummed, licking the essence of his desire. Sharp. A sweet tartness. And him. Hungering for more, she swiped her tongue over the shallow slit and was rewarded with another pulse of fluid.

Growling, Shane thrust his other hand into her hair, pressing his fingertips to her scalp. Wordlessly, he ordered her to take him. Suck him.

And she obeyed.

Her lips parted over his flesh, swallowed him. A ragged moan ripped the air. His. Hers. Theirs. Because as his thick shaft slid over her tongue, pleasure coursed through her like rushing waters bursting free from a dam. God, he was hard, wide…delicious. She curled her tongue under the flared hood of the head and gave a healthy suck.

His dark growl preceded the tiny pricks of pain to her scalp as he yanked on her hair. Those bee stings reverberated in her clit, sparking and aching in correspondence with each tug. Needing more, yearning for more, she rose slightly, angling her head. At this new position she took him deeper, engulfed almost half of his cock. Groaning, she reveled in the stretch of her lips, the pulse beneath his taut skin, the strain in his thighs.

“Don’t play with me, Fallon,” Shane snarled with another pull on her curls. “You came in here for something. Take it. Suck it.” He rolled his hips, pushing another inch into her mouth. “Suck it hard, baby.”

The raw eroticism and demand in the words enflamed her. Her pussy clenched as she closed her eyes and, cheeks hollowed, rose and fell over his flesh, the wet suction of mouth over skin filling the room like a sexual symphony. She lost herself in the sensuous glide of his rigid cock over her tongue, the hoarse breaths and harsh groans, the samples of his cum with every lick to the bulbous tip. Pumping one hand, she lowered the other between his thighs to cup his balls, squeeze and roll them.

“Goddammit,” he rasped. “I told you about teasing me,” he warned. Tightening his hold on her head, he held her steady, immobile. “Now I’m going to fuck this pretty mouth. Open wide, baby.” He barely waited until she acquiesced before thrusting between her lips in a fast, hard pace. That quickly he wrenched the control from her, making her a prison to his hunger and lust. And she loved it. Loved every stroke, every pulse, every raw curse.

“Wider. More,” he ordered, his hips punching upward in a rhythm echoing in her clit, her pussy. Digging her fingers into his thighs, all she could do was hold on for the ride. “Yeah, baby.” He groaned. “I’m about to come. Damn, I’m about to come hard.” His hips slowed as he tilted her head back slightly so she could meet his burning gaze without slipping from her mouth. “Out or in?”

In reply, she sucked harder on his cock. And he swore, resuming the rapid thrusts. His shaft swelled, expanding until he seemed to fill and brand every inch of her mouth. Then, with a long, low, rough roar, he stiffened. Exploded. Her name caressed her ears as hot, thick spurts blasted over her tongue, hitting the back of her throat. Eagerly, she swallowed, taking everything he had to give her. His big body bowed, tremors running through him. And still she continued to draw on him, licking, comforting.

As his jagged breathing evened and eventually quieted, she pressed a last gentle kiss to his flesh, scattering small presses of her lips to his hip and thigh. Just moments before the room had been soaked with serrated groans, carnal demands, and hoarse curses. But now, after the storm had crashed and ebbed, the silence rolled in like a dense fog. Bringing with it the cold, the confusion, the dark.

Shivering, and not from the unsated desire that thrummed under her skin and between her legs, Fallon inched off the bed, her gaze on his thighs, on his ridged abdomen, on the cock that still remained long and thick in spite of his recent release.

Anywhere but his face. If she spied greed there, she might not leave the room, or him. But if she spotted the cold reserve there, the rejection, she might go Lorena Bobbitt on him. She couldn’t handle that with the taste of him still strong in her mouth. The feel of his dominant thrusts still echoing on her tongue…

A hard, unyielding hand gripped her wrist.

She jerked her head up.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Shane’s voice, hoarse from his orgasm, danced over her skin, stroked between her legs. He sat, drew her back onto the bed, and flipped her over so he loomed over her. His palms pressed the mattress on either side of her head, his knees nudging her inner thighs. “We’re not finished.”

cooltext129750505189949Consumed – Cari Quinn & Taryn Elliott  

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Surf hissed and bubbled around Simon’s calves until he shifted against Margo for stability and heard the song he was looking for.

The thready groan of capitulation ending in his name.

He pressed his shaft along her center and she arched her shoulders for him to move, giving permission for more. He pushed up the shirt and groaned at the bikini top that could barely hold in her magnificent breasts. He tongued under the string that linked the triangles, tasting Margo and salt. Her honeysuckle scent tinged with ocean and cocoa butter made things even worse.

He could simply eat her alive on a good day. Now that she was every single scent and taste he loved, he only had one objective.

To add his own.

He slowly rolled up the cup with his nose and tongue. The need to rush from before faded into the shadows and lapping water. He wanted all of her.

Her nails nipped into his shoulders as he kept the material right under her nipple and laved over the heaviest part of her breast with patience. His thumbs made gentle circles at her hip bones and his hips lightly pulsed between hers.

If he touched her right now, if he pushed aside her bikini bottoms, she’d be wet for him. And the moment he felt the silky glide of her pussy, he’d be lost to her. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself from sliding inside her.

It had only been a handful of days since he’d tasted her, but it felt like so much longer. Like a lifeblood he hadn’t realized was missing, he drew on her. She arched under his mouth, pushing herself against him.

He dragged her knees higher against his ribs until she hooked her ankles at his lower back.

Fuck, yes.

He wanted to growl it against her neck. He wanted to make any noise to let her know just how goddamn good it was to touch her, but he couldn’t. His silence was as oppressive as the night rolling in.

He pushed it aside and concentrated on her. On what he could do. She was under him…finally. Her open, welcoming arms and biting teeth were more important than his voiceless state.

The ties at her hip were too much to resist. He yanked one free and she sighed under his mouth.

“Yes. Yes, please. Inside me. I need you inside me.”

The triangle of black material slid to the side and he quickly pulled at his own drawstring. He dragged the head of his cock over her drenched folds and a groan started from his belly.

She grabbed his jaw and dragged him to line up with her face. “No. No talking. Talk with your body, Simon. Tell me how much you want me with your…” She trailed off.

He smiled and caught her lower lip with his teeth. He stared her down. He wasn’t going to take this half assed dirty talk. He wanted it all.

Her eyes glittered in the advancing dark, but he waited. He was used to waiting her out, and this would be no different it seemed. He patiently circled her stiff clit with the tip of his cock. In a different realm of sensation and need, he gathered the willpower not to drive into her wet depths.

He hovered at her entrance, her body sucking him forward. Still he wouldn’t push inside. He needed to hear her say she wanted it—wanted him. All of him.

“Simon, inside me.”

He shook his head.

“God, I can’t—” She flexed her thighs around his waist and tried to drag him in.

He held onto her lower back and leveraged off the smooth, water-worn wood behind her, holding his hips back. Sweat popped along his brow and slaked down his back.

“Your cock.” The words were raw from her. “I need your cock inside me.”

As if it was the magic word, he snapped his hips forward and drove into her. Slick and wet weren’t even the words for her.

He froze—no condom. He looked down at them joined, not a single thing between them, not even latex.

“I trust you.” She raked her fingers into his hair. “I trust you with me.”

The salt of the water had to have misted into his eyes. Her skin wavered in his vision when he buried his mouth in her neck and then slid over to her mouth. He pulsed inside her with short strokes.

Bliss.

This is what bliss had to feel like. Soft and hot, strong and supple, her walls closed around his shaft and pulled him forward greedily. Her ankles followed suit at his back.

“More,” she whispered.

There, in the salty spray of starlight and the rising moon, he lost the last of the pieces of his heart he’d been keeping to himself. They were hers now. In this perfect moment at his place. Now a piece of her was there.

A memory of them added to the beach that had been his home for more years than he could remember.

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