Chanel and ? 18 - Sex Stories

Chanel and ? 18

... manages to slip the cotton over my head and I wrap my arms around his neck. As I’m sitting in his lap, his thick arms wrapped around me, I look him in the eye and something compels me to speak. “I missed you, too,” I whisper and his answering smile is dazzling. “I hope so,” he mumbles against my jaw and falls back onto the bed. We twist and turn like perfect choreography, and one by one, our clothes find their way to the floor. Every time an article of my own is removed, his lips are at my skin, greeting it with sweet kisses. As if he missed every square inch of my body. His warm breath, his solid muscles and tender touch make me deranged with need. I tried to tell myself over the last two weeks I could live without this. But my memory was flawed, unjustifying how incredible he truly is. And every time I’m with him, I feel like a puzzle piece. And he’s the other half. When he’s lying above me, my head on a pillow, the comforter draped over our naked bodies, I feel sick with anticipation. He’s taking his time and I love and hate it simultaneously. Feeling him kneeling low between my legs, knowing how close he is literally makes my sweet spot tingle. Ethan runs his hands along my body, everywhere, feeling every curve of my skin. When his fingertips pull themselves away from my thighs, finally leaving my body, I bite my lip to keep from voicing my longing. It was a wasted effort. The moment I feel the tip of his rock hard cock touch my opening, I blare a moan of utter ...

... pleasure. He hasn’t even entered me yet. His heavy breathing is thick against my neck, and with my hands on his lower back, I feel him push his hips forward. And I can feel everything . The head forces my ungiving muscles apart, and just the cap of his thickness feels bigger than Eugene ever did. What the fuck was I thinking when I let this go? Though I’m slick with moisture, is takes him at least several minutes before he’s in. He pulls back and with gentle force, buries himself completely inside me. Ok, now he’s all the way in. I feel so full, I don’t dare move yet. Ethan’s panting in my ear and I kiss the part of his cheek I can reach. He brings his face to mine and plants a kiss against my full bottom lip. He doesn’t move yet either, just sits still inside me as my insides adjust. I feel him take a deep breath, and he finally pulls himself back. And we both groan against each other’s mouths. Every nerve inside my sweet channel is alive and screaming at the feel of him. He forces his way back in and his head bumps into my furthest wall and I gasp. “I’m not hurting you am I?” He breaths in concern and my heart sputters at his tone. “Not in a bad way,” I reply and smile, nudging my hips against his. And then I gasp again at the feeling that conjures inside me. He starts an excruciatingly slow rhythm, and when I can finally move my hips without feeling like he’ll split me in two, I join his movements. Neither of us go faster than the pace he’s set though, taking our time with each ...