Taboo Lust - Sex Stories

Taboo Lust

... delightful between my legs. Breathing hard, he pulled out and pressed his lips against mine as he jerked at his cock. He seemed mindless with intense passion as he did it. Breathing in my breath, he shuddered against me. His neck tensed and pulsed and I wished so much to be able to turn on a light and see everything. Just feeling him as he came on my stomach was a wicked sin—like being a voyeur of my own sex show. Breathing hard, he let the pulse of his hand slow until he was just nursing the ache. “Jesus.” He kissed my cheek and then my mouth before dropping down on me, holding himself up just enough so I could breath. I giggled and wrapped my arms tightly around him. After a while of laying together we came into awareness of everything not too far away—chairs being snapped closed, table legs twanging into place. He was considerate enough to have brought a napkin, apparently having anticipated or at least hoping for the happy outcome. It was crinkled and cold from being in his pocket. He wiped at my stomach and then tossed it away. Lazily, we kissed and kissed before pulling on clothes. It took a while to get fully dressed as every chance we could we touched and caressed. I didn't want it to end and neither did he. Inside the small closet the sound of dishes clinking was much louder. I pressed against the wall as he crawled out from our little naughty place. “We need to do that again,” he said while he felt the smooth of my ass with heated hands. “As soon as possible.” “God, yes. As soon and as often possible.”