Reassembling the night - Sex Stories

Reassembling the night

... long and loud as he gently began to saw his fingers inside her, picking up speed moment by moment. He lapped her clit a few times for good measure and she jerked as he set off sparks inside her. She was going to owe him big time. "Imogen." "A-ha," she breathed. "You're going to come again soon, but I need you to do me a favour. When you get close, you're going to feel like you need to pee. Don't worry, you won't. But when you get that feeling, I want you to let go and roll with it. Push if you have to. Just stay relaxed and enjoy it." She nodded, fast. "Good girl. And Imogen?" He paused, waiting for eye contact. "You might wanna hang onto something." She stared down at him as if he'd asked her the diameter of Jupiter, saw he was deadly serious, looked back and stretched her arms up behind her head, grabbing the headboard. Her chest jutted skyward and strained against the thin fabric of her top. Ryan steadied himself, sat up between her splayed thighs and pressed his fingers inside her, searching for the spot he knew would rock her world. Found it a couple of inches inside, crooked his fingers and cupped her sex to press his palm against her clit from the outside. He started making a beckoning motion against the front wall of her wet pussy. Imogen gasped almost immediately as his fingertips walked over the spongy knot of nerve endings. He gradually picked up speed until his hand was threatening to cramp from the exertion. Her muffled cries turned to howls when he thrust his ...

... fingers towards the ceiling, crouched and hovered his mouth above the sucking and squishing sounds her pussy made. Her pubes were clumped together with the juices that drizzled freely from inside and if the fluttering of her eyelids and mouth forming an 'O' weren't enough of a signal, she arched her back, grinding her pussy up against Ryan's insistent fingering, growling through her panties. The wet sounds intensified, almost a vacuum forming inside her with each thrust, and Ryan prepared. "That's it. You look so fucking sexy when you're about to come. I want to taste it all. Let go. Gimme every drop." With a deliriously far-away look in her eye, Imogen began to chant a similar mantra to earlier. "Huck, huck, huck, huuuck, HUCK! Ohhhhh my hucking God, yeathhh, I’m coming… coming… oooooohhhhhh…" And come she did as her wail disappeared into the material and her pussy erupted, releasing a short burst of clear liquid that splashed against Ryan's eager lips. He hungrily drank, convinced she would have squirted more if she hadn't tensed up as the contractions gripped her trembling body, but for a first timer she did admirably. Ryan's fingers dripped with the translucent honey that flowed from her reddened slit, a pool of it caught in his palm. He stooped to lap at it as a cat does milk, blood surging uncontrollably into his shaft. In stark contrast, Imogen exhaled loudly through the gag and went limp. They stayed that way, locked, riding out her quivering orgasm until he knelt up. ...