Losing It Again - Sex Stories

Losing It Again

... neck. Gripping around him, I hold him tightly as our bodies surrender to our feelings and unite in our release. Panting heavily, I loosen my arms and legs as he collapses onto of me. Resting his face on my chest, his elbows tucked by my sides, I give into the quiet serenity of our emotional, sensual love-making. Brushing my fingertips down his spine, all I can do is stare up to the ceiling while listening to our breathing gradually slow down. I finally feel at ease with him, us… everything and the realisation relieves my nerves and thoughts. I try and relish his touch and feel of his body on top of mine, yet I cannot prevent my eyes fluttering in exhaustion. I slowly doze off with the touch of a deep kiss gracing my lips. The next morning, I see the sunlight creeping through the slightly parted curtain and indulge in the full softness of the pillows. Lying on my front, my arm stretches to my side but I feel the vacant space next to me. Confused, I quickly turn and sit up. The sheets are crumpled and the bed is empty. All the breath leaves me in a rush as I panic. Has he left me? I begin to feel crestfallen as I hear a door open. Startled, I quickly cover myself with a sheet but Mark comes in, his skin and hair freshly washed with a towel wrapped around his waist. My eyes widen at the sight of him. His figure maintained from vigorous football practice, his torso golden and glistening, his stomach toned with his damp abs glisten in the sunlight. I swallow loudly to lodge ...

... the lump in my throat. “Oh god,” I breathe, half-relieved that he is still here and another half is rocked by the unassuming, half-naked god in front of me. “Morning, beautiful,” he smiles, sauntering towards me and sits by me. “Sorry if I started you. You looked really peaceful and I didn’t want to wake you. How long have you been up?" “I’ve only just woken up,” I murmur, running a hand into my bedhead mess. “Are you okay?” he asks, brushing his thumb against my bottom lip. “Yeah, I can’t even remember falling asleep. How about you?” I reply, shifting to sit cross-legged in front of him. His eyes soften, his thumb moving to my cheekbone. “I’m better, thank you," he replies, pausing to exhale with a sigh. "God, I’ve missed looking at you,” he breathes, causing me to blush. He slowly moves towards me but pauses until his mouth is millimetres away from mine. In turn, I lean forward to meet his lips, catching them in a soft kiss. Hearing a quiet groan, his hand cups my chin as I gently suck his bottom lip. Breaking away slowly, I soon remember something. “The morning you dropped me off, you wanted to tell me something. You never told me what you were going to say,” I murmur. But he doesn’t tell me right away. Instead, he brings me into his arms, deeply kissing me as he lays me on the bed, teasing the bedsheet away from me... As it turns out, I am the one who says it first. I say it over and over as he makes love to me, taking me on the verge of orgasm and as we come powerfully ...