Losing It Again - Sex Stories

Losing It Again

... and jeans and with the condom in his hand, he practically pounces on top of me to reclaim my lips. Writhing underneath him, my legs and arms immediately cage him, keeping him close to me. His lips suck mine, treasuring me and my taste while I revel in his amazing body and the warmth radiating from him. His hand moves up my body from my hip to squeeze my breast, rubbing his thumb against my erect nipple and I cannot stop the groan leaving me. I feel his erection pressing into me, his hardness grinding against my dampness. His lips move down to kiss under my ear and jaw, teasing my senses with each touch. When his tongue glides over my throbbing pulse, my lust for him overcomes me and I want him inside me. “Please, Mark. I want you too,” I moan, I can hear the pleading tone in my breathless voice. “You have me, Beth,” he breathes, sitting up to unwrap the condom and roll it onto him. He repositions himself over me and grasping my hands by my head so his fingers are tangled with mine, he quickly and sharply thrusts into me. We both groan loudly but I have little time to adjust to him. He begins to stroke me deeply, making my head roll back in pleasure. His pace is constant and I feel all of him inside me as he plunges in and out. His moans are like music to my ears. Every time he withdraws and drives into me, the low noises from his throat are hoarse and raw with passion. His fingers tighten around mine while I feel his ardent kisses on my mouth and my neck before sucking hard ...

... on my nipple. Whimpering from the brewing sensations within me, I bring my legs further up so they are wrapped around his torso. As I open up to him, his arms move underneath me and thrusts deeper inside me. I moan against his lips, my skin and hair now dampened with our sweat and my fingernails dig into the firm, tense muscles on his back. “You make me forget everything,” he breathes by my swollen mouth, his hands brushing the hair out of my eyes to meet my heated gaze, while he brings me closer to a state of sweet abyss. “You make me feel beautiful,” I whisper, burying a hand into his hair to hold him closer to me. “That’s because you are, Beth,” he murmurs, cupping my face to fervently kiss me. Moaning, his kisses intensify as his thrusts quicken in pace and I feel him grow harder inside me. His tongue tickles mine and as I feel myself on the cliff edge of my heavenly release, Mark groans into my mouth and fiercely grasping my thigh, swallowing my gasp, his pace becomes shallower and vehement. “Beth, come with me,” he begs, his eyes glued to mine, and with his seductive coaxing, I surrender to my physical sensations and my strong orgasm overpowers me. I feel myself shaking from coming so fiercely in Mark’s arms, unable to keep a hold of my own sanity. A loud moan escapes me, I vaguely hear my name being cried out in passion as he comes inside me. Wrapping his arms around me, his hips continue to grind against me as he rides out his intense orgasm and buries his face into my ...