Devil Sex

My right hand was clutching the sofa and my left hand had her hefty coffee table in a superhuman grip. Both objects were being pulled towards me as my body jumped uncontrollably under her administrations. All I could do was close my eyes, moan, and roll my head from side to side. My legs knew that they must do something to try to protect me from such an offense, but all they could manage to do was slide my feet back and forth across the floor.

"Please, stop," I begged. "You don't know what you're doing to me." My mind was halfway melted and I had been moaning and gasping so much that I might honestly faint if she tried anything fancy. She continued for a few more seconds but finally realized that my pleas were genuine.

She climbed on top of me and began a series of delicate kisses on my lips. I clutched her with my arms as I struggled to regain my breath. I slowly began stroking her back and worked my way down to her ass, at which point I pulled my head away in shock. "Oh my god," I blurted, "Is that your ass?"

Simone had a confused look on her face. "Yeah."

"Wow," I said as I continued to stroke her buttocks in a perverted fascination. "It's like a piece of iron. You have an incredible body. I've never felt anything like it."

She held me tight and squeezed herself against my body. Her face pressed into the curve of my neck and it seemed like a perfect fit. "That was the most sincere-sounding thing anyone has ever told me during sex," she whispered. I was grateful she liked it because I was sure I sounded like a man without a brain.

She started to slide down my body again, but I quickly grabbed her. "Uh-uh. No way," I scolded her. "I can't take another one of those."

Simone perched herself on my chest, stroking the outline of my pec. "I want to fuck you," she said in a soft voice. "You're making me flutter inside."

I sat the two of us up and locked her into the most passionate kiss that was possible. Her fingers tangled themselves in the back of my hair and it felt like neither one of us would willingly let go. We finally parted and she made a deliberate show of rising in front of me and taking off her shorts.