Moonlight Meetings - Three Erotic Supernatural Stories (The three first stories from Suzy's Adventures) Read Online Free Page A
rest on an invisible shape – a back, she thought – while ethereal fingers ran up and down her legs. Suzy pressed up against the invisible mouth, trying to force the tongue deeper inside her while she felt her body begin to tremor, but just as she thought she’d pummel into a climax, the hands gently lifted her and the tongue ventured even further down, tracing and poking lightly.
Suzy bit into a pillow and groaned. No one had ever done that to her, but all hesitations vaporized under the hot flare of pleasure. Every movement seemed to touch a nervous centre and her body seemed to take on a life of its own, responding beyond her control. All she wanted was a tongue, a finger, anything to help her over that threshold she kept nearing but never crossing. Then, just as she neared the verge of tumbling into a welcoming climax, she felt the presence withdraw.
Suzy nearly screamed in annoyance. She tried to wake herself from the dream, somehow knowing that she’d pass out if it continued, but found that she had no idea how to surface. And it didn’t help that part of her had no interest whatsoever in waking up; her lust held her in a vice that left her with little control of her emotions.
But the dream wasn’t finished with her. Strong, unseen hands rolled her over, gripped her hips, and lifted them up. Suzy, wondering what was happening, had barely time to steady herself before her unseen lover entered her from behind, its warmth filling her in a sudden plunge.
This time she did scream, burrowing her face into a pillow to muffle the sound, and the sensation sent her flying past the brink she had been hovering at. Suzy’s body racked with the climax and she fought to catch her breath, all while the presence behind her continued to make love to her in a deep, steady rhythm, making her hold on to the woodwork and push back. Cool fingers glided up and down the back of her thighs, stroked the cleft just above where he entered her, continued onto her back to outline her spine and tugged at her hair, all the time slowly pulling out and pushing back deep into her. Suzy, overcome with pleasure, felt her consciousness start to seep away and darkness close in on her, but she soon felt the furnace of lust grow in her belly again. She would come again if she just could stay conscious. And she would, damn it. This dream was not getting the best of her!
She shook her head and gripped the bedframe so hard the woodwork creaked, then began to push back, meeting each thrust with a low growl while pearls of sweat tricked down her spine. Suzy didn’t trust her senses, but she could have sworn she heard a soft laugh from behind her. The strong hands gripped her hips and the thrusts became more intense, forcing her to struggle to not be plunged down into the small mountain of pillows. And then the torture began all over again: the warm firmness that moved in and out of her drove her gasping and trembling to the edge of release, slowed down just as her muscles started to tauten, and then, leisurely, teased her back to the edge again. She felt lips lightly kissing her neck lightly while a finger stroked and caressed her most sensitive places, prodding and pushing gently, seeking its way inside her.
She was pushed to the border and pulled back again and again, over and over until she felt the first signs of cramps spread in her legs. Then the thrusts suddenly didn’t slow down but intensified, becoming stronger and more determined. Suzy tossed her head back, shook her damp hair out of her eyes and let out a feral keen as she finally came, her body racking and pushing back hard, craving the heat deeper in her.
When the last tremor had passed, she slumped on the bed and breathed hard. She no longer felt the strange sensation of company, but even if there had been someone in the room, she was too exhausted to turn around and look. Even breathing felt complicated, demanding her concentration.
“Sweet bloody mercy,” she whispered into a
Suzy bit into a pillow and groaned. No one had ever done that to her, but all hesitations vaporized under the hot flare of pleasure. Every movement seemed to touch a nervous centre and her body seemed to take on a life of its own, responding beyond her control. All she wanted was a tongue, a finger, anything to help her over that threshold she kept nearing but never crossing. Then, just as she neared the verge of tumbling into a welcoming climax, she felt the presence withdraw.
Suzy nearly screamed in annoyance. She tried to wake herself from the dream, somehow knowing that she’d pass out if it continued, but found that she had no idea how to surface. And it didn’t help that part of her had no interest whatsoever in waking up; her lust held her in a vice that left her with little control of her emotions.
But the dream wasn’t finished with her. Strong, unseen hands rolled her over, gripped her hips, and lifted them up. Suzy, wondering what was happening, had barely time to steady herself before her unseen lover entered her from behind, its warmth filling her in a sudden plunge.
This time she did scream, burrowing her face into a pillow to muffle the sound, and the sensation sent her flying past the brink she had been hovering at. Suzy’s body racked with the climax and she fought to catch her breath, all while the presence behind her continued to make love to her in a deep, steady rhythm, making her hold on to the woodwork and push back. Cool fingers glided up and down the back of her thighs, stroked the cleft just above where he entered her, continued onto her back to outline her spine and tugged at her hair, all the time slowly pulling out and pushing back deep into her. Suzy, overcome with pleasure, felt her consciousness start to seep away and darkness close in on her, but she soon felt the furnace of lust grow in her belly again. She would come again if she just could stay conscious. And she would, damn it. This dream was not getting the best of her!
She shook her head and gripped the bedframe so hard the woodwork creaked, then began to push back, meeting each thrust with a low growl while pearls of sweat tricked down her spine. Suzy didn’t trust her senses, but she could have sworn she heard a soft laugh from behind her. The strong hands gripped her hips and the thrusts became more intense, forcing her to struggle to not be plunged down into the small mountain of pillows. And then the torture began all over again: the warm firmness that moved in and out of her drove her gasping and trembling to the edge of release, slowed down just as her muscles started to tauten, and then, leisurely, teased her back to the edge again. She felt lips lightly kissing her neck lightly while a finger stroked and caressed her most sensitive places, prodding and pushing gently, seeking its way inside her.
She was pushed to the border and pulled back again and again, over and over until she felt the first signs of cramps spread in her legs. Then the thrusts suddenly didn’t slow down but intensified, becoming stronger and more determined. Suzy tossed her head back, shook her damp hair out of her eyes and let out a feral keen as she finally came, her body racking and pushing back hard, craving the heat deeper in her.
When the last tremor had passed, she slumped on the bed and breathed hard. She no longer felt the strange sensation of company, but even if there had been someone in the room, she was too exhausted to turn around and look. Even breathing felt complicated, demanding her concentration.
“Sweet bloody mercy,” she whispered into a
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