Only At Night update

I put my hands on her ass, feeling the perfect weight of her curves, massaging them from the backs of her thighs to her tapered waist. Pulling touches compelled her legs to open and Carina leaned heavily against the wall, bending her knees to expose herself to me as I raised her dress up around her waist. 

Her pussy was revealed to me. It looked incredible; there was no other word for it. I slid my tongue up one thigh, then the other, teasing her as she held herself open to me. Carina groaned impatiently and I wore a smile as I ran my lips against the outer folds of her succulent sex. With my mouth against her slit, I slipped my tongue out of my mouth. Carina let out a long moan of hunger as it touched her cunt.

The elevator dinged as we arrived at our floor. Carina’s fist lashed out and banged the emergency stop button. The car froze, the control board moaning inconsolably, not that I could hear it as Carina took hold of my head and forced me between her legs. There was only the pounding of her blood and the breathy sighs I called up with my tongue.

Now that I’d warmed her up, I eased my tongue into Carina, moving it up and down against the tightness of her passage. Her arousal trickled into my mouth, tasting wonderful, and my prick lurched with desire as I swallowed it. Carina’s fingers tightened on my head; she pressed me deeper between her thighs as she leaned on me, rocking her weight back and forth.

I forced my tongue deep, plying it along her inner folds until I found a spot that made her let out a groan of pure ecstasy, sinking down with her hands on my shoulders. I wrapped an arm around her legs to hold her steady and slid the middle finger of my other hand inside her, working it over the tender spot I’d felt. Her moans of pleasure became louder; I licked her clit as I fucked my finger in and out, rubbing that special spot inside her. 

Carina’s hands became fists, pounding lightly on my shoulders and back. “That’s enough! I’m ready! Fuck me!” she panted hungrily.

I stood up slowly with my hands still on Carina’s ass. Her mouth touched mine, her smile against mine, and then she was pressing our lips together, thrusting her tongue into my mouth. She licked her own juices from my tongue—sucked them from my mouth like she was sucking her own pussy. When she pulled back, running her tongue over her lips, I chuckled.

“Guess you must be pretty pleased with yourself,” I said. “Tasting so good.”

“I’m not hearing any complaints from you,” she panted. “Do all women taste this good?”

“No. But enough do.”

“Good,” she said, easing into me, rubbing herself against my chest. “Maybe I’ll try one sometime—why should you get to have all the fun?” Then she put her lips to my ear, breathing warmly into it. “But right now, I want to taste you. I want your taste inside me…”

I nodded, pulling Carina away from the wall, then turning her around to face it again and pushing her against it. I wanted her from behind and Carina smiled, liking the idea herself. She put up her hands to support herself against the wall while I kicked her legs apart, then handled her ass, squeezing and pulling at her buttocks as if I had to get them just right. I put my hand between Carina’s legs and patted her sex, then settled my hand on her mound and rubbed my fingers back and forth. Carina whimpered and moaned, her pussy wet against my hand. It was aching to hold my cock.

I quickly unzipped my pants and brought out my erection, before lifting Carina’s dress up out of the way. With Carina’s legs comfortably spread, I guided my cockhead into her gateway, then took firm hold of her hips as I entered her.

“Oh yes!” she cried. “Yes… yes… put it in me… fuck me… ghhh!”

She went wild as I went into her further and further, stretching her folds as if they were virgin. Carina’s mouth dropped open, letting out her wild gasps as she felt me entering her and still entering her, moment after moment. Her tightness gripped my shaft, holding tight to every inch I worked inside of her. It made it almost impossible to fully enter her, but I took my time, fighting her every step of the way while Carina whimpered and moaned with her appreciation.

“God! Ivan! It’s so big—put it all in—all the way in—hhhh! G-good… mmmmph…”

I pressed myself into her until her lips were stretched around the base of my cock. I ran my fingers over the splayed labia, wetting my fingers on the dampness that was running over my prick. Carina reached down between her legs, so sensitive that she whimpered at her own touch as she ran her fingers over my balls and up my shaft and along the bulge I made through the skin of her pubis. Her fingers trailed off my cockhead, such as I could feel them, and kept going up her lower belly. She wanted me deeper.

I pulled closer to Carina, putting my arms around her, cupping her naked breasts in my hands. She moaned gratifyingly to feel herself in my arms, my fingers. Her knuckles tensed on the wall, Carina worked herself back and forth against me, swaying against my body so my cock went in and out of her.

She would pull away from me, easing herself off my manhood for a few inches, then she’d shove herself back so hard she’d nearly knock me across the elevator car. But with me holding myself in place, she rammed back so I was all the way into her again, plowing deep into her tight channel. Answering its demand to be fucked. 

Carina could barely take such a stroke without squeezing her inner muscles, gripping my every inch as if to hold it inside her. She moaned breathily, almost seeming to swoon as I held her in place and replicated the same rhythm: exiting her slowly, entering her fast. My erection throbbed in time with the clenching pressure I felt in her body.

My efforts only made Carina rock her hips faster, wanting more of the feeling I gave her. She brought one foot up to rest on the handrail, splaying herself in front of me so I could more easily drive myself up into her. The friction became incredible; it was like I was fucking her right off the ground, shoving it hard and deep into her sex. I pulled out and thrust back in as if to see how much she could take. Carina held on tight to the handrail underneath her, keeping herself in place so that she wouldn’t lose a second of the hard, deep fuck she’d wanted from me.

I rested my chin on Carina’s shoulder and she turned her head, demanding my kiss every bit as much as she desired my cock. I slid my tongue into my mouth, startled by my own gentleness there while I was roughly pistoning my member into her. It was obvious which Carina wanted; she shoved her mouth into mine, her tongue tangling with my own, hungry, gluttonous. I felt my orgasm growing in my loins and Carina panted and whimpered as I kissed her, begging every moment our lips weren’t in contact.

“Fuck me—fuck—harder—make me come—need to come—fuck me—fuck—fuck—“ 

I drove my prick into her harder, pounding her with its hardness, feeling almost like I was punishing her even as she begged me for more, begged me to finish it. I could feel her pussy trembling all around me. She was on the brink, ready to come at any second. Her skirt fell back down; I hauled it out of the way again and dropped my other hand down below Carina’s body, in front of her, touching her groin as I pumped into her. I found her clit and I massaged it, stroking its firmness round and round in circles as Carina panted with her approaching climax.

“Oh yes—yes—yes—“ Carina grunted as I stroked her. I kissed her cheek; I couldn’t French her anymore when her tongue was hanging out of her mouth, Carina practically drooling. My cock was about to burst. I could feel the cum inside it, hot as molten lava.

She whimpered madly. I drove myself into her harder. Carina lifted her ass in time with my thrusts, taking my shaft as skillfully as she could. Her moans were louder. I felt droplets of her cream running down my length. She was coming! She butted her forehead against mine and I stroked her clit, trying to make her come even harder as she screamed: “Ooohh! Just like that! Keep fucking me! I want it like this forever! Wanna—fuck me—forever!”

I pistoned my cock rapidly into her, giving into my own need to take her as hard as possible. She was with me every step of the way, like she was being dragged along by my lust. She rammed her hips down as I thrust up into her, impaling herself on my prick. I could feel the spasms in my cunt dwindling, like she was going numb in an all-consuming afterglow. It was just as well. I could barely take any more myself. I grunted, letting my orgasm take shape, giving myself over to it in a frenzy of wild thrusts that nearly buffeted Carina through the wall.

“Come inside me!” Carina yelled in her own wild-eyed frenzy, looking me in the eye, looking through me, pure desperation written onto her every beautiful feature. “Please, come—yes, Ivan—come, come in my pussy, come for me!”

Carina let out a final groan as I stopped hammering her, holding myself as deep in her silken tightness as I could manage. Then I cried out as I exploded, melted, my thick load flowing into her. Carina panted in pure satisfaction as she felt all the cum she could ever want gushing into her aching sex. She exhaled dazedly as my hips twitched, letting out the last dregs of my seed, then I eased myself out of her drenched pussy, both of us sighing as the end came and weakness consumed us.

“Fuck yes,” Carina moaned, seeming both pained and to relish that pain as she relaxed against the wall. I leaned next to her, my own legs rubbery, and her face lit up as I came into her field of vision. “That was incredible.”

She forced herself on wobbly legs to me and we both went down, sliding along the wall until we were in something like a post-coital embrace against the floor of the elevator. I tried to put my arms around her, but to my surprise, Carina wiggled herself lower, prowling backwards on all fours until her puckish face was over my manhood.

“Said I wanted to taste you,” she said with such breathy nonchalance that it was like speech was an afterthought, some human equivalent to the moan a dog would give to express itself. She bent her head down to my softening prick, still half-hard, and wrapped her lips around it, sucking at it lightly with a sigh of gratified taste buds. “Mmmm…”

My cock was even more tender than the rest of me after the wild fuck, but Carina knew exactly how to hold me so I only felt pleasure, or at least a weird kind of intimacy. She wasn’t sucking me to get me off. It was more primal than that, more self-serving on her part. 

She ran her tongue over my balls, sucked them into her mouth, teased them gently back out from between her lips. She kissed my limp manhood, my scrotum, the curls of my pubic hair, then her tongue went everywhere, licking her own chops as much as lapping up the juices she’d left on my member, the cum I’d shed that had stayed on my body. I felt warring impulses in my erection as it tried to get hard despite my bodily exhaustion. It was such a strange, invigorating yet relaxing sensation that I didn’t spend any points to revitalize myself. I wanted to savor this satisfied, yet teasingly incomplete soreness.

Carina eased herself all the way down my length, then slurped her way off me, leaving my cock half-hard. She giggled as it twitched under her lips, wet with her saliva, responding with pure life to her warm breath.

“I take it you approve?” she cooed, licking her lips one last time.

“Your method, yes—your timing, no. Keep that up and we’ll go all night,” I said, before wincing at my unintended pun.

“All morning,” she said. “Sun’s coming up.”

Something about the way she said it told me she just knew. A werewolf thing.

She got up, not bothering to rearrange her clothes except to tug up her panties from where they were awkwardly hedged on her thighs. The rest of her clothes hung off her like a loincloth, which seemed totally fitting. My jungle girl girlfriend. My Red Sonja. 

Me, I fastened my pants up. Just in case we did meet anyone on the brief sojourn to my apartment, I got the impression they’d rather see Carina with her bra open than me with Mr. Happy hanging out. But assuming we didn’t meet the most convincing Jehovah’s Witnesses in the world, we’d both be back out of our clothes in the time it would take to put them all the way back on anyway.

“You’re delicious, by the way,” she said, running a hand up her inner thigh and coming away with it smeared with my cum. I could only imagine that more was dripping out of her, running down her legs. “I suppose you just want to take my word for it?”

I watched as she licked her fingers clean. “More for you,” I said.

“One more reason I wish I could lick myself when I’m not furry.” She leaned her hips against the bulge in my groin. “By the way, Thana wanted me to give you this the next time I saw you.” Reaching into one of her dress’s pockets, she brought out a calling card. A literal calling card, with an address on it I could only assume was Thana’s. “She said to pay her a visit as soon as you learn something.”

I tucked the card into my pocket. “I’ve always been a slow learner.”

“Good. Because I’m dying for another taste.”