Losing It - Sex Stories

Losing It

... me. I am wearing black lace underwear with ribbons on the side of my panties and the middle of my bra, and the darkness of the fabric stand out against my pale skin, which is now covered in goosebumps. “You look beautiful, Beth,” he breathes, running his hands down my shoulders and arms. “I want to see all of you,” I murmur, keeping eye contact as I push away his shirt to feel his warm skin under my fingertips, the garment falling onto the carpet. My hands glide across his strong frame and sculpted arms, my fingertips tickling down his stomach. When they brush against the waistband of his tight black boxers, he suddenly crushes me to him, kissing me passionately. Lifting me off my feet, he takes me to the side of the bed and draws up the covers, so we settle on the soft mattress with him in between my legs. We lay there, exploring each other with our lips and hands like we have all the time in the world. The longer we kiss and caress each other, my lust steadily grows and the heat from Mark’s body and the urgency of his kisses tell me he feels the same. He breaks the kiss to trace his lips down my chin and neck, leaving a trail of gentle kisses across my skin. I cherish his light touches, as he kisses and licks my skin. His nose trails down the middle of my breasts and as he reaches the ribbon in the middle, he meets my eyes, as if he is silently asking for my permission. I nod and he slowly pulls the satin fastening, loosening the cups of my bra. His hands glide them apart ...

... and his lips immediately wrap around my breast. I groan loudly, tilting my head back at him worshipping my body. I run a hand into his soft hair as he moves onto the other peak, sucking and nibbling on my skin. Moving down, he hovers his mouth by my belly. Gently pulling the ribbon on the side of my panties, he runs his tongue across the uncovered skin before slowly kissing my bare flesh. I feel his nose run over the apex of my thighs, an appreciative moan echoing through him. “Oh God,” I gasp, tilting my head back on the pillow, trembling at his touch. Mark moves back up and pulls me towards him, entangling his fingers in my curls to reclaim my lips. Groaning, his tongue ardently caresses mine, while I run his hands up his muscular back and arms, marvelling in his athletic figure. “I want you, Beth. So much,” he whispers, stroking my nose with his. “I want you too, Mark,” I breathe, imploring him to make love to me. Leaning up slightly, he shifts to remove his boxers and throw them onto the floor. Reaching for one of the condoms, he swiftly unwraps and rolls one on him. Moving so he is face-to-face with me, he supports himself on his elbow, dotting little kisses around my face and under my ear while his free hand reaches for the other side of my panties. His eyes never leaving mine, he pulls the other ribbon bow so my panties fall apart from my body. As soon as he throws them on the floor, his hand moves to my clit, lightly rubbing it with his fingertips. I groan, trying to ...