Weekend Wake-up Call – The Font

            Naya’s wrists were still bound together, though no longer tied to her waist.  She was able to work the buttons of Elisha’s shirt free, to run her hands over the broad expanse of his chest.            She cried out and arched as two of his fingers filled her, diving deep into the wet channel of her femaleness.  The friction as he worked the digits in and out of her brought her to immediate eagerness, and she gushed fresh warmth over his hand.            He moaned against her throat and drew hard on her.  The initial pain of his bite had faded and there was only pleasure now, pleasure in being fed from, pleasure in being possessed, pleasure in being his.  When his fingers withdrew to be replaced by the thickness of his cock, she thrust her hips upward, driving him into her.            Elisha shouted, his head thrown back to pull his lips from her neck.  He plunged in deep, taking her with exquisite force that made her wail.  Then all was frantic motion, a frenzied coupling as they strove to meld their desperate bodies into one entity.              Naya’s flesh clamped down on Elisha’s, making his every movement inside her that of a heaving maelstrom of sensation.  His groin, covered in crisp-soft curls, rubbed against her clit, making it swollen and sensitive.  White-hot darts of elation flickered from the nub, feeding the burgeoning flames that rose deeper within her belly.  He curved inside her just so, bringing the engorged head of his cock into continuous contact with the little ball of nerves inside her sheath.  Naya sobbed with excruciating bliss as the friction drove her higher and higher, making her guts clench into a tight knot.             Her insides seemed to swell until she was tight as a drum, the tension making her breath sob in and out with a high, whimpering sound.  Elisha clutched her close as if he would drive her into his body, absorbing her, making her a part of himself.  She could no longer move against him, could only lie beneath his driving, pounding strength as he had her.  And still the elation grew, filling her hugely, stretching her until she thought her skin might shred from the pressure.            Naya felt an unraveling, as if something inside frayed, a giving way.  The tension sprang free under the stress, as she was lifted as if on the crest of a great wave, flying higher and higher.  Then the heavens opened within her, a great flashing whiteness that electrified from her womb to her toes, fingers, to the very top of her head, tearing her asunder in a beautiful dissolution that was all ecstasy and joy.            Her insides clutched and pulled at Elisha, milking him for his precious fluids, which he surrendered with a groaning cry.  At the feeling of him convulsing within her, Naya came again, the sensations sweeter than before.  Their voices rose as one this time, shouting their shared bliss into the black night.
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