Ethan and Chanel 35 - Sex Stories

Ethan and Chanel 35

... just seem...fidgety," I say, and Chanel's pupils dilate by a fraction as she stares at me. The longer she says nothing, the more certain I become. She needs to get off...and I'm right here. I reach my hand up, cupping the side of her face, and lean carefully, turning my head to put my lips on hers. She accepts it, slowly kissing me back. When her hands come around my neck, I'm a little more confident, and I pull her closer. God, I want her more than anything. She turns her body toward me, her bare, shapely legs making their way into my lap, and I move my mouth to her neck. "Ethan," Chanel's sugar sweet voice caresses my name. "Yeah baby?" I ask, and nip at her earlobe. "We can't have sex just yet," she says regretfully, her fingers in my hair. "We're not having sex," I say, kissing down her shoulder. She hums a sigh, holding my head against her, her arousal evident despite her words. If she's not ready I can accept that, but I may be able to talk her into letting me give her an orgasm, no sex required. I need to be intimate with her, especially knowing she's horny. She's my girl, I want to tend to her needs. So when I do adjust her, and she just so happens to sit fully in my lap, I anticipate her resistance. "Ethan, we should stop," she says unconvincingly, her reluctance turning me on even more, because I know she wants it. I decide to go for it, sliding my hand between her legs, and quickly make contact with her sensitive spot. She gasps, my mouth still on her neck. ...

... "Ethaaaan," Chanel groans my name in disapproval, but humps my hands in return. "We don't have to have sex," I say, telling her the truth as I rub her warm shorts against her cunt. "But I can still give you an orgasm," I conclude, and she moans. "We can't," Chanel protests, and I fluidly slip a finger around her little shorts and panties, and touch her flesh. The moan that escapes her lips this time makes my stomach tighten with sick pleasure. "Please baby, just let me help you get off," I say as huskily as I'm capable of, my finger playing with her folds. I can feel her shaking her head, my mouth at her ear, so I go one step further. I move to the entrance of her hot cunt, and push my finger inside, finding her very wet. "Aahhhhh fuck," Chanel breathes, and a rock starts forming in my pants beneath her ass, thinking about her being horny all day, and how no one but me is allowed to relieve her. "Come on sweetheart, let me make you cum," I coax her and turn my finger on her front wall, stroking her g-spot. When she groans and thrusts her hips, I know I'm winning. "Ok," she finally says, and the instant I hear it, I rip off her shorts and panties in one lithe motion. My mouth already on hers, I grab her bare, round ass and she straddles me. I feel her press her heat against my stomach, and turn us to lay her on the couch. She wraps her arms and legs around me as I kneel on the floor, my chest on top of hers. Her barely clothed body beneath me is making me thoroughly insane, this is ...