Leaving the party - Sex Stories

Leaving the party

... Though we were laying on our sides, we would find ways to make more contact with our bodies. Feet rubbing up and down, legs d****d in abstract angles to touch more of the other person, our hips finding ways to grind while our lips were doing the talking. Her curly hair would tickle my face now and then as it brushed with different turns of her head, but our tongues never stopped. Flicking in and out of each others mouths, the heat building between us, then I urge you to lean your head down and I start kissing along your neck. It brings moans spurring forth from your lips, I know you love that, and I play light wet kisses up and down your slender neck, then trace my finger along the trail I just kissed, only to repeat the process. It incites action from you, your roaming hand moving from pulling me into you to pushing our hips apart, just enough for you to start feeling through my jeans, searching for the bulge you know is waiting for you, that you have created, then massaging it through the thick fabric and trying to get more life out of it. The moans against your neck tell you that it’s working. Followed by light bucking into your hand, wanting more, the little waves of pleasure triggering a desire for more. I pull away from your neck and bite my lip as you rub more f***efully, my cock pressing against my pants and needing to be released. I lean closer to you, nuzzling your ear and flicking my tongue over your ear lobe, bringing forth moans of delight, then whisper, “I want ...

... to taste you…” You pull back so we’re face to face, your hand never stopping it’s magical motion on the front of my pants until you give it a firm squeeze. “Not yet…” you smile playfully, and then push me onto my back and crawl backwards, down my body, until you’re face to face with my pelvis. You waste no time, the teasing getting to you just as much me, and unbutton my pants then shimmy them down as I lift my hips to help. My boxer briefs stick, the waistband caught on my shaft of my manhood and then when your f***e them down it finally breaks free and springs to life in your face, standing tall and proud, cut and quite pretty for a penis. You snap out of your stare and just envelope it with your mouth. Sliding it out and letting your saliva get it wet and slippery as your slide your mouth up to the top. I start moaning and grab fistfuls of blanket beneath me as you engage me fully. Then you start bobbing your head up and down, your tongue smooth on the underside of my shaft, then popping me out of your mouth and flicking across the head, concentrating on the sensitive area, then enveloping me with your mouth again and continuing the up and down motion. I’m losing it, so sensitive, so needy that I grab your head, guiding you up and down, forcing you deeper and deeper onto my cock. What was once soft and pleasurable, is now driving me mad, making me f***eful and cruel. I grip your beautiful curly hair in my big hands, twining it between my fingers, then use it as a handle to ...