Losing It Again - Sex Stories

Losing It Again

... again, he came here to find me. My heart ruling over my head, I pocket one of the condoms before returning to the bed. I carefully climb on and lie down next to him. I look at Mark’s relaxed stance, one arm is resting over this head and another on his belly with a leg bent upright, his breathing is even and steady. Even in his earlier distressed state, he has never looked so hot. Hesitantly, I reach out to stroke his stubble. A strange combination of rough and soft caress my fingertips and even as my palm glides along the side of his face, he doesn’t stir. I boldly lean over to softly kiss his cheek. He murmurs in his sleep but when I pull back, I see his lips slightly parted but his eyes are still closed, his sleep continues uninterrupted. I then press my gentle kisses on his forehead and nose before brushing my lips on top of his. His eyes slowly open as soon as he feels my lips. Our eyes meet, our pupils mutually dilated. I am frozen in his gaze, not wanting to go too far. But he gently strokes his fingers across my cheek, his touch burning a trail on my skin. As he moves to bury his hand into my hair, he slowly leans up towards me and my self-control goes straight out the window, causing me to press my mouth against his. “Oh, fuck,” a low noise comes from his lips and before I know it, he rolls me over so I am pinned underneath him, trapping my mouth in an intense kiss. Moaning, his lips coax mine apart and our tongue eagerly meet each other. I have missed his kisses so ...

... much, they never fail to give me butterflies inside and stir my deepest, most erotic thoughts and feelings. Mark runs his hands up to cup my face, allowing him to tilt my face to deepen the kiss. My hands roam restlessly around him in return, gripping the material of his shirt while my legs separate to accommodate him. “Beth, I have missed you so much,” he murmurs. “I’ve missed you too,” I purr, gently biting his bottom lip. His moan sends shivers down my spine as he plunges his tongue inside, so I indulge in his kiss. Lusciously licking the edges of my mouth, he lowers his arms by my head so all of his body is pressing into mine. I can feel his growing erection against me and nothing stops me from subtly grinding my hips, coaxing him, letting him know that I want him. “No, wait,” he murmurs, pulling away. “What? Why?” I ask, confused. I suddenly hurt and rejected but his expression becomes sheepish. “I…I don’t have any condoms,” he explains, feeling torn. I sigh with relief. Quirking up an eyebrow, I pull out the packet out of my gown and hold it up in front of him with a seductive smile. His eyes widen and his expression changes to something more heated and toe-curling. “Did you get that while I was sleeping?” he purrs, pushing against me, making no effort to hide his arousal from me. I gasp at how hard he is. “No, came with the toiletries,” I whisper as I place the condom on the end table. “Wow. We’re definitely staying here again,” he smiles, lowering his lips to mine. ...