Sweet Dreams Are Made of This Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Sweet Dreams Are Made of This Ch. 01

... accessories one could possibly need for any of them. This was a special occasion and he hadn't seen fit to spare expense. "Wow," she said, turning to him, blue eyes wide. "You're totally forg-" Pressing forward into her, he slipped his arms around her waist and lowered his mouth to hers., The comic 'o' of surprise on her pursed red lips begged for kissing. Whatever else might be said of his skills as a lover, he knew he could kiss like a roguish devil straight out of the black and whites, damn it. So he went in for the kill. Eager and responsive, she melted into it, letting him take the lead. When he finally broke the kiss, she gasped slightly and was about to say something when he grasped her more firmly about the midriff and hefted her up over his shoulder. Not an easy task, despite her size, but he managed it without dropping her, and a squeal of startled laughter indicated he was doing it right. Carrying the slender blonde to the bed, he hefted her onto it in an effort that left him somewhat breathless from exertion rather than arousal. He was in full-on mode, though, no chance of that slowing him down. Moving into the bed beside her, he slipped his arms around her again, moving in for another kiss. Shorter though, and marked by her impatience, so he turned his attention to her blouse, undoing the buttons of her blouse to give him access to her chest. Grinning like a fiend, she accommodated him, raising her arms, so that he could pull it up over her head, her large ...

... breasts spilling free. No bra, thankfully, because he doubted he could have managed the fastenings the way the adrenaline was pumping. Taking a moment, he leaned back and admired the view of her pale breasts, tipped with stiff pink nipples. "You can admire them later, you jerk. Stop screwing around!" she protested. With a resigned sigh that earned him a giggle, he moved in again, unsnapping the button on her skirt, and sliding it down her toned legs. No panties either, and she'd shaved her down there. Lying before him, she spread her legs to bare the moist flower that lay between them with all the eagerness in which she'd kissed him. He fiddled awkwardly with his belt for a moment, then gave up and got off the bed. She watched him undress, lips pursed in a hungry smile as he quickly took off his shirt, jeans and underwear, revealing his personal pride and joy, fully erect. Confusion and irritation crossed her face as he began digging around in his pockets, until he pulled out the condom. Jenny looked somewhat more understanding, but shook her head. "Don't worry about it, I'm on the pill." He tossed the condom aside flippantly and slid back into the bed. Through the windowed balcony behind him, the sun had begun to set, casting the room with its flaming orange and violet hues. Under other circumstances, he might have liked to lie and watch the sunset with her, but her impatience was palpable and he moved between her legs and up toward her. Foreplay seemed unnecessary, her lips ...