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Sunday, January 22, 2012

The Game


“Ooff.”

She hit the wall face first. Her lover came up behind her, his erection pressing into the small of her back. He twisted her arm behind her, holding her firmly, his free hand roaming over her body.

They had been teasing each other all day. They had gone to the beach earlier and when she removed her cotton dress to reveal her ice blue bikini, he nearly lost it right then and there. He had to wade out into the water, until his erection went down. Needless to say, he was in the water for a couple of hours before she decided to join him. 

He had held her in his arms, running his hands over her smooth skin, kissing and nibbling at her neck causing her to moan softly. His hand had caressed her body, slipping beneath the waves, gliding over her hip, and coming to a rest on the curve of her ass. He had slipped his hand inside her swimsuit but she had swam off, glancing over her shoulder, smiling teasingly at him. Of course, that caused his cock to shoot skyward, and he found himself stranded in the ocean while she walked along the sand, shooting him seductive looks every now and then.

Now he had her right where he wanted her. At his mercy. 

He grabbed her breasts, fondling her with firm hands, tugging at her nipple that had become erect and was straining against her bikini top. She gasped, her eyes closing briefly as he blew warm air on to the back of her neck.

Sliding his tongue over the nape of her neck, he kissed her flesh, the tip of his tongue tingling as her body rocked against his, bumping his throbbing erection.

Releasing her arm, he pulled her body back against him, his hands making quick work of her white cotton dress. He tossed it aside and removed his shirt. She turned around to watch, her eye glinting in excitement, her pink tongue wetting her lips.

He frowned, tossing his shirt onto the chair. He grabbed her and forcefully turned her around so she was facing the wall. “Phil?” she said, her voice barely a whisper, hinting at how unsure she was.

Phil smiled, lent in close and whispered in her ear, “I'm not going to hurt you. But this is my game. And you have to play by my rules.” His tongue dipped in her ear, his hands firmly planted on her bikini clad hips, his thumbs looping inside the flimsy fabric. 

He pulled her bikini bottoms down slightly, exposing the curve of her ass. His hands lingered for a moment before rubbing over her belly, feeling her bellyring jingle as his palm waved over it before heading south. His fingers rubbed her thighs, pulling them a little further apart. She craned her neck, looking over her shoulder as two of his fingers rubbed her between her thighs, his other hand resting on her throat.

Tossing her head back, she let out a low moan as she felt one of his fingers tease her clitoris, rubbing the delicate bud gently before pulling away. It was this last action that had her rocking her hips forward and groaning in frustration. Phil let out a soft chuckle as he slid one finger inside her, testing her readiness.

She was warm and wet, her body inviting. As Phil's middle finger plundered the very depths of her being, his thumb began slow rotations on her clitoris. With her hands firmly planted against the wall, she rocked her hips side to side, grinding herself on his hand.

As their rhythm increased, her breathing quickened, her juices began to flow uncontrollably as she let out a cry of undeniable pleasure. 

Phil's fingers didn't let up as her body convulsed, a sheen of sweat lingering over her skin. Her face was flushed, her cheeks tinged pink as she rode out her intense orgasm.

She held onto the wall for balance, basking in the glow of her own pleasures. She felt Phil pull away from her, heard him fumbling with his pants, then felt the flesh of his cock as it began pressing against her, begging to enter her swollen flesh.

She shook her head, swallowing hard as he entered her with one swift stroke. She whimpered. Every nerve in her body was alive and tingling and she was certain she couldn't come again. His hand found its way back to her clitoris, and continued to rub in a slow, circular manner.

That familiar tingling feeling prickled in her stomach. She couldn't possibly have another orgasm in such quick succession. She leaned back against him, breathing hard. “Come for me, baby,” Phil grunted, slamming his rock hard cock into her warm, wanting body. “Come for me.”

She shook her head. “I can't,” she said breathlessly. “It's too much.” Phil held her tighter, his free hand gripping her hips, his nails digging into her creamy white flesh. He didn't let up. He could feel her body respond to his manipulation. Her inner muscles began grabbing at his cock, her body twitching as he quickened the rhythm in which he slammed into her. His hand that was rubbing her clitoris also quickened the pace.

“I'm going to come,” he told her. “I want you to come with me.”

Her response was throwing her head back, a throaty cry escaping her lips, her hands tweaking her own nipples, fondling her breasts. Damn it was sexy.

Phil couldn't last any longer. With one last thrust, he came deep inside her. He watched as her eyes rolled back in her head, her mouth open in a silent scream as her body shook uncontrollably as her second orgasm washed over her. She could feel his juices mixing with hers. Her legs shook and suddenly she was grateful to be able to lean against the wall.

Her body was glistening with sweat, her long blonde hair matted to her back, her green eyes glassy with pleasure. Phil pulled out of her, a steady trail of their mixed juices escaped her body, sliding down her thighs. 

He dusted light kisses over her shoulders, his hands holding her hips firmly. He gave a soft chuckle as she sighed in contentment.

“I love you,” he whispered, moving her matted hair from around her neck. He kissed it, his cock swelling in response as his hands raised, cupping her breasts. 

Craning her neck, her eyes flicking open, she smiled in satisfaction. She felt his erection bump against the small of her back and, for a brief moment, Phil was convinced her saw her eyes dance with delight.

She smiled seductively. “Ready for more?” she asked.

8 comments:

  1. I love reading all of Rhiannon's work, but these erotica stories are the reason I'm such a huge fan of this blog. Sexy, alluring and very naughty. I sound perverted hahaha but in all seriousness, these stories are fantastic! Great job as usual, Rhiannon.

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  2. Hmmmmmm.......this sounds like a dream had last night. ;-)

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  3. FUCKIN HOT! Pls b single?! No married or taken woman writes this fuckin hot!

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  4. This is the Rhiannon Irons we've all come to know and love. Fantastic story filled with desire, sexual heat, lust and above all, hot sex.

    Eroticly charged, this story is proof of what Rhiannon does best. you can't keep this erotic Aussie down. Well done.

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  5. Now this is the type of story I've come to know and love. Very hot and seductive. Printing it off now for my partner to read ;) thank you

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  6. Very very steamy and sexy. Always a pleasure reading these kinds of stories. Very pleasurable indeed.

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  7. Holy crap chicka! I really must learn not to read anything by Rhiannon Irons while I'm at work. If her horror doesn't cause hieghtened paranoia, then her erotica stories cause other problems. Fantastic story though. Based on real life? ;)

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  8. Now this is the kind of story I'm use to. Sexy, sensual all leading up to that almighty Earth-shattering orgasm. Brilliant job.

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