LOVE BENEATH THE OAK

THE BURN

With the way he was now moaning loudly, I knew he was close to release. But then, he suddenly held my hand. I released him and gently, he parted my legs and he began to rub himself on my c**t, heightening my pleasure.

I had thought he wanted to thrust into me but he was only rubbing the crown of his d**k on my p***y. I began to make s****l noises. It was nothing like I've felt before. The pleasure was foreign but good. It made me desperate for contact. I raised my hip and I began to move in sync with him. I tried to make him penetrate but he would only enter the crown and pull out again, driving me with pleasure.

Soon after, he added his finger. He thrust a finger into my p***y and I yelped softly at the foreign feeling. I became full when he added two more fingers. He began to f**k me with his d**k and fingers and soon, I reached c****x and we both came at the same time.

I was wondering why he didn't come in me when he knelt in between my legs. He parted my legs again and he began to eat me out. He was not only good with his hand, I realised he was the best with his tongue. I allowed him to eat my p***y yo his satisfaction. Once again in one night, he brought me pleasure.

By this time, we were both spent. And when I suggested returning the favour, he declined.

"You are tired now. You need some sleep to gain your strength again.", he said and pecked my brow. He then rolled to my back and lay behind me, muttering into my ears until slumber found me.

It was around midnight, I wasn't so sure, when I felt his hard length pressing to my behind and I turned to him. Surprisingly, I found him awake. My first reaction was to rearrange his hair.

He threw his hand around my waist.

"Did I wake you?", he asked in a hoarse voice and I shook my head, a blush rising on my cheek. I swallowed and I looked away before I placed my hand on his hard on.

He tried to remove my hand.

"You should sleep.", he said and I shook my head again.

"I want you, please. I want to be filled with you.", I said. I squeezed his manhood to emphasize on my sentence. I smiled when I heard his sharp intake of breadth.

"I won't be gentle now.", he warned and I nodded, not taking a second thought.

He sat up and I also roll to my back. Opening my legs for him, he entered fully into me at a go. Gasping, I yelped at the sudden pain that attacked me and my eyes blurred with tears. Seeing this,he sealed my lips with a soft kiss which I took a moment to return. He paused for a while before he continued. He thrust his hand into me and he fingered me at the same time he entered into me. Soon enough, I began to move with him.

Our palpable bodies moved in harmony, the rhythm of your hearts beating as one. In this intimate space, I found a connection that transcended words, a bond that spoke to something deeper within. As the night wore on, the intensity of the moment remained, a testament to the emotions that had been building between us, Angus and I. Angus' eyes locked onto mine, the tension between us palpable. He took a deep breath as his pace fastened. we both sought the pleasure, and together, we came from the pleasurable peak.

Angus placed his head on my chest, breathing heavily. It took a while before he raised his head. His lips brushed against mine, the touch sending shivers down my spine. The kiss deepened, our mouths moving in harmony. Despite having been just intimate, my body still wanted him. Angus' self-hatred seemed to seep into the kiss, a bitter taste that contrasted with the sweetness of my lips.

As we broke apart for a moment, Angus' eyes searched mine, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and self-loathing. My eyes sparkled with attraction and my lips parted as if inviting him in.

The tension between us was almost unbearable, the attraction between us a living, breathing thing. Angus' eyes seemed to burn with a mix of desire and self-hatred, as if he was torn between his feelings for me and his own demons. I thought he would actually on his desire but he only rolled to my back.

When I tried to face him, he held my shoulder and made me turned my back to him, even if it was the last thing I wanted to do.