Getting You Between The Sheets - Sex Stories

Getting You Between The Sheets

... kisses, running over each other’s hips and across each other’s backs. I run my hands down until I can feel the pert fullness of his buttocks, which feel as perfectly sculpted as I could have imagined. I break away to peel off his shirt and he returns the favour soon after, returning to engage in a deeper more passionate kiss that’s more like a sucking motion as he attacks my lower lip and tongue. ‘Where’s that bedroom?’ he asks, his hand rubbing at my hardness through the strained denim over my crotch. I take him there and throw him down on the mattress, unbuckling his belt and working his jeans from the waist down until they’re lying in a heap on the floor next to mine. Then taking down the waistband of his tight cotton boxers, his cock – uncut, semi-erect and nearly seven inches long – springs up willingly in my direction. Taking the base gently in my hand I begin to stroke the skin back and forth, squeezing him with one hand while cupping his shaven pink balls with the other, looking him in the eyes. He’s like a deer in the headlights all of a sudden as I lean in, breathing hot air onto his exposed glans before wetly licking the length of him from root to tip. I kiss him, lick him, suggestively suck at the head and bathe him in saliva, before engulfing him in my mouth and feel him grow hard against my tongue. Then I begin to suck firmly at his length, enjoying the taste as pre-come dribbles over my tastebuds. He voices his approval with long soft moans, telling me that ...

... if he had any idea I knew what I was doing that he would skip town more often. Withdrawing with a wet pop I meet his dreamy gaze and suggest that he does. ‘Get into bed,’ I order him, peeling off my own boxers while standing right before his very eyes, and as he crawls beneath the duvet on all fours before rolling onto his side, his eyes bulge at the sight of my rampant eight inch erection. ‘Fucking hell, get in here,’ he says lustily, pulling back the cover for me to get into bed with him and I crawl up until we’re a tangled and entwined mess of hot flesh and hardness together, kissing deeply and holding each other; perspiring flesh grinding and sliding up against flesh. It’s not sex, it’s not fucking, it’s sweet and tender lovemaking and as my hardness pulsates against his belly, Shaun and I sigh and moan as we give in to our feelings. ‘I can’t stop thinking about that thing slid snug deep and spunking bucket-loads inside me,’ he whispers breathlessly. ‘Does it taste as good as it looks?’ ‘If it tastes as good as you do,’ I reply taking his hand and wrapping it around my girth. I begin to motion his hand back and forth along my length and before I know it, he’s sucking away at my stiff wet cock like a soaking pussy, with lust burning in his eyes. He withdraws and gasps, ‘do you need a condom?’ ‘No, let’s make a baby,’ I joke. He takes me back into my mouth and sucks seductively on my head for a minute, that cute smile on his face again. ‘Do you have lube?’ ‘Plenty!’ He’s on ...