Losing It Again - Sex Stories

Losing It Again

I don’t want the car drive home to end. Every so often, he reaches over and brushes his thumb over my knuckles and when I look at him, he gives me a dazzling smile. It has been a mere half hour since we left after the most romantic evening I’ve ever had and I wish I have the money to afford another night at the hotel. As we ride in the morning sun, I admire the coast by the road. The ocean is a deep blue, the cloudless sky paling in comparison. The waves overlap each other, even though there is a light breeze in the air. “So, what have you got planned this weekend?” I ask, turning my gaze back to him. “Well, after I drop you off, I have to go and pick up my nana from the airport." “How long is she staying with you?" “Only a week. Once she has taken a nap, how would you like to meet her over coffee and pie?” he smiles, never taking his eyes off the road. “I would like that. When would that be?” I smile back, his joy is infectious. “Later on today, it shouldn’t be too long,” he replies, catching my hand to softly kiss my knuckles before settling it on his leg. We reach my house before I realise it. I look at it, wondering how it feels so long ago since my former BFF Ben showed his true colours by trying to force me to go to prom with him. I instinctively rub my arm, remembering the sharp pain of his fingers in my skin. The door opening snaps me out of my trance. Shaking my head, I look up and see Mark’s outstretched hand. “M’lady?” he offers, quirking up an eyebrow. ...

... Giggling, I pick up my shoes and walk out of the car barefoot. My hair is a wild, curly mess and my dress is slightly wrinkled. There is no mistaking of what happened but I don’t care. We walk hand-in-hand to the porch, along the front garden. I revel in the textured feel of grass under my feet, grateful for the flat ground after walking in heels the previous evening. Well, part of the previous evening, anyway. The thought of how Mark and I connected with each other with gentle caresses, kisses and ardent gazes makes my heart soar, a huge smile emerging across my face. “I wonder what’s put a smile on your face,” he purrs into my ear, widening my grin. “Well, you did say that you wanted to make me smile again,” I reply, turning around to face him when we reach my front door. I stand on the middle step while he stands on bottom step. The light catches his brown hair and his green eyes sparkle as he tilts his face to look at me. I can't believe such a hot guy has made love to me...several times. “I did and I am so glad you are, because of me,” he murmurs, snaking his arms around my waist to bring me closer and rub my nose with his. I run my hands around his neck to press myself against him. “Thank you. Last night was perfect,” I whisper, breathing in his unique musky smell. In his tuxedo pants and dishevelled dress shirt, untucked with sleeves rolled up his elbows, he looks insanely hot and it is taking all my inner strength not to pounce on him. “It was perfect for me too, Beth,” he ...