Are You a Horny Devil? (Fighting Temptation)
Damien leaned against the wall by the window, still tightly embracing her. “Again, Angel,” he said. “Higher. I want… to fly higher.”
Several glasses of liquor were coursing through her veins and Angel’s forbidden desires were getting the better of her. Finally, she came to her senses: “Release me,” she blurted, pushing him away. “I have to back down to the party.”
As soon as Damien relaxed his hold on her, Angel turned to leave, but he couldn’t let her go that easily. He reached out and grabbed part of her wing from behind.
“So soft,” Damien whispered, bending his head down to brush his cheek against the soft feathers.
A shivering tingle coursed through Angel’s entire body, leaving her hot and flustered. Her legs went weak as his damp breath, smelling of whisky, blew softly on her neck. With a low groan, he rubbed his body against her.
“Do not…”
Before Angel could finish her sentence, she felt his arousal thrust against her bottom. The sensation was unbelievable, scorching and rock hard.
“Mmm,” she moaned, squirming as her knees weakened.
“Very… soft,” he repeated, before licking that sensitive place where Angel’s wings met the base of her neck.
Angel put her hands against the wall to prop up her weakening body, but her Herculean-like strength was gone.
She felt his hands reach around her white dress to stroke her ample breasts. Her head dropped back, allowing him to trace a string of kisses along her neck to her right earlobe.
Damien’s hands worked magic, shaping her twin peaks through the thin, damp fabric of her garment. Instinctually, she reached to caress his body, angling her buttocks to press hungrily against his bulge.
While she was busy shaping her body to his, Damien’s hands moved down to gather handfuls of her dress. He drew the material higher and higher until he could cup the curve of her sex in his manly hands.
At his touch, Angel’s legs gave way, and she slid, inch by inch, to her knees on the floor, while her hands remained pressed firmly against the wall.
Damien followed her down, burying his face in her wings and parting her legs with his own. He molded his large hands to the lush curve of her bottom, and murmured once again, “Soft.”
This time, when he rubbed his arousal against her, Angel felt her heart stop beating for a second. She felt him grasp her thighs and part them more widely. Reaching around her, he sent his clever fingertips delving within her cleft as he pushed his body hypnotically against hers, imitating the act of union.
She gasped in ecstasy.
Damien continued the movements, treasuring this new closeness to her. The sound of their moans was loud and grew steadily louder, punctuated by stifled gasps, until she shrieked, reaching her peak.
Angel shivered in the aftermath of her climax, and he turned her, drawing her down. Parting her thighs, he guiding her to straddle him. Reaching up, he caressed her breasts through her dress, which was dampened by their body heat. His gentle touches awakened desire in her once again.
“Ride, Angel,” he urged. “Ride…”
She braced her palms on his broad chest and began to slide her hips.
Up, then down.
Responding to his passionate calls, she rubbed her apex against the fabric that struggled to contain his bulge, riding him as she might struggle to tame a wild stallion.
Forward and back, and back again she travelled. Her breath coming faster and faster as she raked her nails over the sleek shirt that covered his chest.
Damien’s eyes gazed up at her gorgeous breasts as they gyrated above him. Inspired, he arched his body up to meet her. Lunge for lunge, they were in perfect unison until his bulge erupted, staining his trousers with the flood of his ardor.
Damien groaned in ecstasy, finally fully sated.
He had never been ridden by a woman with such vigor before, and this one had driven him onward without mercy, totally exhausting him.
As he fought to catch his breath, the volumes of alcohol Damien had consumed began to take their toll on him. His head grew irresistibly heavy, and he sank into a deep, whisky-induced slumber that bordered on unconsciousness.
Hungry for more, Angel nudged Damien back to reality. “I’m not done with you yet,” she said, looking down at him. “I’m one horny devil.”
Fin!
Have you ever been with someone that could make you climax without penetration? Have you ever hooked up with someone at a party? Was the experience memorable or you wish it was forgettable? Would you ever have sex in someone else’s house or when other people are around? Have you ever passed out after a hot and heavy session? Would you be upset if your lover fell asleep before you got your climax? What did you think of this unique Wet Wednesdays entry?
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This week’s Wet Wednesdays entry is an excerpt adapted from Australian-based author Enid Wilson’s latest Regency romance, Really Angelic, a steamy paranormal retelling of Pride and Prejudice. To read more about Enid’s books/writing, be sure to check out SteamyDarcy.
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A few weeks later, I was over her house again, hanging out and I was so horny. She was wearing a long denim skirt that fit tight across her round ass and had a slit that went up to the mid thigh. We were in the family room again, alone, but her Mom was upstairs. Somehow, I managed to get her panties off and convinced her to go upstairs and get a blanket to put on the floor. I got in a few good strokes but unfortunately, she wouldn’t let me finish what I started because she was too scared of getting caught. I also tried to get her to have sex w/ me in the dressing room of a department store that was going out of business. She said it turned her own, but again, she was too scared to go there.
“Are You a Horny Devil? (Fighting Temptation)”