Losing It Again - Sex Stories

Losing It Again

... Running my fingers into his hair, I giggle against him and return his kisses with enthusiasm. They grow in passion and urgency, and I finally feel lost in him. Everything that has happened since the prom - the bitterness, anger and sadness of our assumed separation - fade in significance. He is now in my arms, loving me, cherishing me and I am here for him. I begin to pull his shirt off but he abruptly breaks away, sitting up to pull it over his head and throw it on the floor. I sit up to untie my robe but before I can pull it off, Mark leans forward and recaptures my lips, groaning at the touch of them against his. Responding immediately, he enclasps me in his arms and pulls me up so we are kneeling on the bed, our mouths restlessly caressing. His hands move to slip the gown off my shoulders and stroke my skin. Eager to touch him, I wrap my hands around his body as soon as they are free to bring him closer to me while never breaking our urgent kisses, our tongues entwined. Responding immediately, his hands and arms snake around me. His kisses make me lose all sense of thought and the way he touches me makes me feel beautiful. With one hand cupping the nape of my neck, he holds me to his mouth while the other moves slowly down my back, gliding down the silk of my nightwear clinging to my body, eventually reaching the hem. His fingertips proceed to slowly bring up my nightie so he can caress my ass. Sighing, I run my hands and lips across his body, revelling in his silky ...

... skin. I press sweet kisses on his chest as my fingertips skate down his toned stomach. Burying his nose in my hair, I hear his deep purr in my ear as he continues to pull up my nightie in a languid, unhurried pace. I begin to feel warm and damp, my ardent hands unbutton and unzip his jeans but before I could dip my fingers inside, my nightie reaches my armpits. Lifting my gaze to meet his, I raise my arms so he can remove it and see my naked body. His eyes hungrily takes in my skin covered in goosebumps, my nipples tight and puckered, my breasts rising with each breath I take. I bravely leave myself uncovered with my hands resting on his hips. He needs to see what we does to me and from his darkened eyes and shallow breaths, he can feel it too. “Beth,” he murmurs, reaching out to touch me but I stop him. “Do you see what you do to me?” I breathe, making him lower his arms. I watch him nod while I hook my thumbs into his jeans and underwear to pull them down in one quick movement. His erection is unveiled and he releases a breath of relief from no longer being constrained by his tight boxers. His hands fisting tightly by his sides, he is already hard and my mouth is watering at the feeling of him inside me. Biting my lip, I meet his eyes as my hand boldly reaches for him but I suddenly hear a sharp intake of breath. “I want you,” he growls, moving to pull my legs from under me so I land on my back with an amused yelp. Before I can recover, he has already kicked off his underwear ...