It’s Silver Flash day, yay! Today’s prompt is “I am the pilot of the storm.” I had to change it a little to work with the past tense but it is in there!
To quickly recap Antique Seduction started with Richard wanting to buy an item of furniture from Elizabeth’s Antique shop. There has been some kissing, some flirting and some exhibitionistic masturbation in front of a roaring fire. I think we all know what is coming next!
He strode across to me in a matter of seconds and was between my thighs moments later. My breath caught in the back of my throat as he stepped out of the shadows and into the flickering firelight. He was completely naked. His long, lithe body was thick in all the right places and I couldn’t wait to feel it pressed against me.
I didn’t have much longer to think as he was obviously desperate for me. He smiled as he pressed his body down on mine and as his hardness pressed between my stomach and his, we kissed. Deep and hard and urgent the kiss blossomed and spread through my body. I pressed my breasts up into his chest and wrapped my thighs around his waist. I may have just orgasmed but I was in no way satisfied.
“You’re amazing,” he gasped as he pulled out of the kisses and moved back to place his cock at my opening. I loosened my grip on his hips to allow him the room he needed to manoeuvre.
“Fuck me, Richard,” I begged, “I need you inside of me.”
“Certainly,” He replied with a wink, “I am not one to keep a gorgeous woman waiting.”
He slid in to me with a smooth thrust of his hips and I groaned in delight.
“Elizabeth,” he whispered, “Oh, Elizabeth.”
His thrusts started slow and measured but soon became wild and aggressive. I was the pilot of the storm as I held on to him, squeezed and clung and kissed to direct his fervour. I wanted to feel him explode inside of me. I wanted to feel his pleasure and know that I had been the source of it.
“Come for me,” I urged and stroked his back, “fill me up, Richard, please.”
My breathy appeal made him moan and thrust harder.
“Yes,” I growled as bliss sparked through my body radiating from where we were joined. Each bump of his pelvis against mine jogged my sensitised clit and mini shots of orgasmic joy exploded within me. “Yes,” I chanted and dug my nails into his shoulders, “Fuck yes, Richard.”
He growled, groaned and gasped as he laboured between my thighs. Sweat sheened his skin and mine and our breaths escaped in short pants.
“Elizabeth,” he roared as he came and stilled above me. “Fuck, you drive me wild.”
“It’s all your fault,” I said, gently stroking his hair, “you started it.”
“No I didn’t. The Welsh dresser did.”
We laughed and kissed and lay together talking about silly things all through the night. We knew we had something amazing between us and no, I don’t mean the antique cabinet. Love blossomed that night.
And that was the last episode of Antique Seduction! Something new will come your way next Wednesday. Did you enjoy Richard and Elizabeth’s story?