The Touch - Sex Stories

The Touch

... letting him enter her a fraction, then pulling back. He waited for her down stroke, and thrust his hips up a bit, getting the whole head of it into her. “Ahh!” she hissed between her teeth, feeling her virginal opening stretch to accommodate him. She left it in, and adjusted her rocking motion so that the head of it slipped in and out repeatedly. “I…I just can’t…” she said, half sobbing, and on the next down stroke, she took more of it into herself. “Please, you have to make me stop!!” “I don’t want to.” he grunted. “God, you feel so tight and hot!” He thrust his hips up again, gently, and now he was halfway into her. “Feels so good! I don’t want this to ever stop!!” “I’m going to…” she gasped, feeling him slide deeper into her. I’m…I’m…” Why a loud cry, she threw herself to the side and curled into a ball on the couch, sobbing loudly. He moved over next to her and gently pried one of her hands away from her face. She took one look at him and put it back, sobbing even harder. “Anne, look at me.” he said, softly. She shook her head and turned away. “Look at me.” he said, a little more firmly. “Why are you doing this to me?” she asked, obeying him. “Why are you making me feel like this?” “Anne, I’m not making you do anything. I’m not making you feel anything, either.” he told her. “But you can.” she said, tearily. “You can make me do anything you want, and feel anything you want. So why are you letting me feel like this? We almost… I almost did it!” “What I want to know is; ...

... why did you stop, Anne?” he asked. “You wanted it, I could feel how much you wanted to.” “I was scared.” she said, softly. “I was scared of how much I wanted it. I asked you to take those feelings from me; why didn’t you do it?” “You want to know why?” he asked. “You really want to know?” She nodded dumbly, tears halting. “Because as good as fucking Michelle felt, it was like fucking a robot.” he answered. I was controlling her emotions, her movements, everything. It was like jerking off with her body instead of my hand.” He looked deep into her eyes. “I wanted you to fuck me.” he said. I didn’t want to just jerk off into your body. It wouldn’t be right.” “Why not?” she whispered. “That’s what I wanted you to do. That’s why I was seeking someone like Amanda in the first place, to take away my choice in the matter and make love to me. I’m scared of the way I feel; of how deeply I feel.” “That’s nothing to be afraid of.” he said, tenderly. “Most people would give all they have to feel that deeply. I think mostly, they are secretly afraid of how shallow they really are.” He smiled at her. “Now, would you like to try it again? This time, with feeling.” “Okay.” she said, smiling now. “But, can I ask one favor? Please?” “You can ask.” he said, smiling back. “Can I have you on top?” she said, in a small voice. “Please? For my first time?” “I think you know why not.” he answered, shaking his head. “But if you like, I’ll be on top for your second time.” He moved back over and sat ...