Getting You Between The Sheets - Sex Stories

Getting You Between The Sheets

... all fours in the middle of the bed and bobbing back against me with my cock already buried halfway in. Sliding is easy. He’s hungry for me and my slippery length just glides in and out, getting a little deeper with each push. My hands are on his hips, holding him steady and I lean forward to kiss his back and shoulders, wrapping my arms around him. ‘You’re beautiful,’ I assure him, allowing him time to accustom himself to me. I lean back and begin to push again, feeling his anus and colon sucking at me and pushing me back out again and I marvel at the beautifully erotic sight of my hips bumping back up against his perfect ass. I’m in heaven and trying not to come so soon because he’s burning like a furnace inside. Twenty minutes later and I’m soaking wet, balls deep and rubbing up against his prostate, threatening to make him blow his load. I flip him over and suck on his cock some more, then taking his balls into my mouth and breathing in the smell of his sex. I’m giddy with the scent of him, boiling over with come and ready to spurt. Taking his ankles in my hands, I slide back into him gently and wrap his legs around my waist, lying down on top of him and gazing into his eyes, beginning another war of wet and willing tongues. ‘Oh you’re good,’ he says, ‘I had no idea.’ ‘Because I never admitted that I wanted to make love to you?’ I ask. ‘Fucking say that again,’ he groaned as my hips ground up against his and my cock slid deep. ‘Me and you, lovemaking again and again?’ ...

... ‘Oh fucking please,’ he gasped, his eyes rolling up into his skull. I began sliding deeper, harder, faster, milking us both to the point of no return, our bodies dripping wet and his ass literally slurping at my length as I plunged into him. ‘Let me come deep inside you,’ I begged then, my swollen balls slapping wetly against his tail and he nodded frantically, taking my hips in his hands and trying to stuff all of me into him. AAAARRGGGHHH!!! I came like a freight train smashing through the end of the line, still furiously charging onward as my cock pulsated wildly and began unloading against his prostate and then deeper and deeper. His eyes darted open wide, his mouth wider as he struggled for breath, suddenly his own cock beginning to spurt hot come all over the both of us. I trembled, he convulsed. I shook, he grabbed me tight and held me close. I remember the both of us rocking gently together naked and soaked, burning up in the cool night air, kissing tenderly and whispering ‘holy fucking hell!’ 'I'm going to need new sheets, we're both covered in come,' I whispered, feeling us becoming glued together. It just seemed to turn me on even more. 'Better make the most of these then,' Shaun giggled. 'So we don't soil the fresh ones afterwards.' A little later we showered together. It became all about the kissing again, until we ended up going down on each other's freshly clean cocks again. Then after I changed the bed we ended up making love on the couch instead until I came ...