Playing With Fire - Sex Stories

Playing With Fire

... properly undressing either of us. That was fine with me. I was tired of waiting. Moments later I heard Zeke unzip his jeans and push them down along with his boxers just far enough to free his erection, at which point I felt the tip poke my inner thigh, causing my breath to hitch. Zeke began rubbing the tip of his cock up and down my slit slowly. Agonisingly. I tried to thrust my hips backwards to impale myself on his erection, but his firm grip on my waist prevented me from moving far. What little headway I did make was countered by Zeke moving his own hips back as well. I whined in frustration and need. “Zeke, please... I want you to- I need you to fuck me.” I said, my voice quivering slightly from anticipation. I knew he'd probably try to get me to beg again, and I didn't have the patience for that, so I decided to just get it out of the way now. Those seemed to be the magic words. Almost immediately after I was done speaking he positioned the tip of his cock at my slick entrance and penetrated me in one swift movement, burying himself up to the hilt with a single thrust. Finally. I moaned loudly as I came right then and there from penetration alone, my walls clamping down on his member, my whole body shaking, my arms and legs completely giving out on me. I hadn't realised I was that close to the edge. Right then I was glad I hadn't touched myself in seventh hour like I had wanted to. If I came that hard in the middle of class, awkward and embarrassing wouldn't even begin ...

... to describe it. Zeke mercifully gave me several minutes to come down from my intense climax, knowing full well I got hypersensitive after an orgasm. We had both learned that the hard way the second time we had sex. I was momentarily worried Zeke might lose his erection while I was still recovering, but I could feel it inside me, harder than I've ever felt it, then I remembered he'd been waiting all day for this as well. No problem on that front then. My breathing calmed down somewhat and I regained the use of my arms and legs to prop myself back up. Zeke took this as the green light to continue fucking me, but I had other ideas. After he spent all day teasing me to the point of being torturous, I decided a little bit of payback was in order. When Zeke pulled out to prepare for another thrust, I thrust my own rear-end backwards, driving myself back down onto his cock again and bumping his hips with enough force to cause him to stumble back a few steps, which was my goal. His dick slipped out of me and I stood back up, pulling my skirt down once more so it covered me properly and smoothed it out then twisted my body around him to slip away. Sparing a momentary glance behind me, I caught a glimpse of his bewildered expression and his erection still standing proud, now without its warm and wet hole to relieve itself inside of. “Thanks a bunch, Zeke I really needed that, but I'm feeling quite tired now so I think I'm going to go have a nap,” I said with a playful lilt to my voice ...