Breakfast in Bed - Sex Stories

Breakfast in Bed

... much for him to bear. She was perfection made flesh, whether from afar or here, in these most intimate of circumstances. The breath fled from his lungs, and he marvelled at the soft porcelain skin framing her well-defined collarbones, partially obscured by her curls falling down against her chest. His eyes wandered, taking in the sight of her glorious breasts, firm and full, almost seeming to defy gravity against her chest. He allowed his eyes to linger on her nipples, and promised himself he would taste both of them before breakfast this morning. Gaze travelling lower still, he gasped again, this time transitioning into a low, soft groan. He first took in her soft, kissable stomach, the curve of her waist and her hips.. As his gaze lowered, however, he managed the barest of glimpses between her legs, now pressed against his boxers. Just for an instant, his mind flashed with glimpses of the previous night.. The way she had moaned when he'd slid inside her for the first time. The way she had thrown her head back as she reached her climax. The feeling of her nails digging into his skin as he held himself against her. He snapped back into the moment, but the damage was done. His desire for her was now uncontrollable, and he felt himself involuntarily lift his hips and grind himself against her. With this, the last vestiges of his resolve melted away. It was time to have her. Lifting her left leg, he slid out from underneath her, leaving her momentarily confused and struggling ...

... to cover herself with the sheet. He caught her eye and winked at her, springing to his knees and seizing the elastic of his boxers between his hands. In an instant, he had slid them past his knees, and kicked them to the floor. Her eyes traced down his frame, almost surprised to see his cock spring free. It was her turn to gasp, now. She had seen it, tasted it, even felt it, many times before, but seeing just how much of an effect her body had on him... it sent shivers down her spine. Her eyes locked on his stiffness, she meekly nodded and complied when he motioned for her to lie on her back beside him. He sat on his knees beside her, and this time it was her turn to take him in. She followed the reverse of his own gaze, beginning at his erection and travelling up over his stomach and chest. She smiled sheepishly to herself as she saw the nail marks against his chest and shoulders from last night's love-making. She felt awful when she marked his skin, but she knew he loved the visceral nature of it. Deep down, she loved it too. Her gaze drifted higher, over his jawline, and up to his smile, seemingly permanently plastered across his face, highlighted by the dimples either side. Higher still, and she caught his gaze. She could see the fire burning inside those jade green eyes, and she knew the same fire would be staring back at him. She had wanted him from the moment she had awoken, from the moment they had first laid eyes upon each other. He raised himself to his knees and ...