A Quiet Affair Revisited - Sex Stories

A Quiet Affair Revisited

Open your eyes. What do you see? Your round, dark pupils float just above a shimmer of salty tears upon your eye lid, moistening your lashes below. You blink once, twice, hoping to hide them away, but they don’t disappear unnoticed, despite the anxious smile you pull onto your lips. In this room, we had silently committed to each other and the moment. Months of unspoken desire came to this: a touch… a caress… a kiss. Now as we twist and curl upon these sheets, your lovely and loving nude body pressed against mine, we share much more intimate, illicit contact. In this room, a friendship ends and lovers are born. How easily does the sense of the forbidden turn on the same dial towards the desirable. Your fingers touch and stroke upon my length, hesitantly at first as if it were a searing hot handle, then coiling gently around it, sliding the fragrant lotion on your palms up and down, up and down. Within a few breaths you have claimed it. Your delicate touch steels it with resolve. Our kisses open up, lips wrapped against each other. We squelch out the resistance ebbing in our minds, spurred by the incessant beats of our hearts. Our tongues entwine and dance dousing any lingering hesitancy yet they are unable to find relief from the thirst burgeoning in our throats. I raise my head and brush the hair away from your face to take as much of you in as I can with my eyes. You’re beautiful, the bloom upon your cheeks, and the tempting part between your soft lips. You’re glowing, do ...

... you realize that? Not just from the amber rays of sun filtering into the room; it’s your longing that’s radiant. Do your eyes see that as well in me? The longing? The urgency? Can you feel it along the breach of your tingling line? Our patience is dying with every second that passes. Your fingers crawl and ply around my bare bottom. The moment you find your grip you pull me in for a potent thrust. With a shuddering breath I fill you. You take me all in, deeply, completely, welcoming me with a swooning groan. Your inner flesh shrouds me with a delectable warmth and wetness. You look up as I move over you, through you, your brows pinching above uncertain eyes. What do you see? A shadow creeping into the light around us? A hazy, shifting ghost coming to life to haunt you, a chilling moment of distraction in your days… hours… to follow? Will every pregnant pause and hesitant thought be of me, of my lips skirting upon your neck, my heavy breaths in your ear, my fingers drawing along the curve of your hips, my bare chest settling upon your soft breasts as we clench in our quiet embrace? Will I be the subtle smile that coworkers will whisper about, or the lines of concern at the edge of your eyes that you will try desperately to hide at home? As I find my rhythm --in and out, in and out-- the doubts succumb to waves of pleasure. With every thrust your eyes look more persuasive and engaged, narrowing upon the here and now, focusing only on this experience we have together. We don’t ...