Saturday. - Sex Stories

Saturday.

... move my hand up to clasp his bum as I suck it back in again. I push his bum forward to get it deeper in my throat. I seriously want to swallow the thing. His moans are getting deeper. I pull back, I suck it in. Each time trying to get more of it. There isn't any more to get, though. My nose is touching the area just above it. I run my hand up his chest, scraping with my nails. I know it will mark him but again, I don't care. I feel his dick begin to quiver signalling his near orgasm. I use my other hand and cup his balls. I give a light squeeze. His breathing is rapid now and he has entwined his fingers in my hair. "Fuck yes!" he says as he pulls my head forward and begins to thrust. I suck greadily, wanting it all. I move my other hand round to his bum and push him against me. With one final deep thrust he comes. "Oh, my fucking god!" he moans. I swallow it all, if I could swallow the whole dick I would have done that too. His legs shake and his knees buckle causing his dick to come out my mouth. I quickly take it back but he stops me and pulls me up. "Fuck me Tess, it wasn't like that last time," he croaks. "Fucking you is exactly what I'm going to do," I say as I step up and rub my body against him. "Woah... hold on." He takes me by the shoulders. "I need a minute." I look at him, confused. "Look, seriously. That's the second time you've made me come harder than I've done before." He sucks in a breath before continuing, "I thought you were a fox the last time but now I ...

... know... you're a fucking tiger!" "Don't get attached, Dean. You're not keeping me." "We will see... I need a drink." He pulls up his jeans, much to my annoyance and walks over to the bike. On the back is a bag where he pulls a bottle of water from. He straddles the bike and drinks deeply. I bend down and pick the shorts up. "Why is it you pretend not to like me?" he asks suddenly. "I know you do, your words may fool me but your body doesn't." "Maybe it's my body that's lying." I pull the shorts back on but leave them unbuttoned. "No it's not. I know you want me. Just admit it." "I want you to fuck me, that's what I want. It's why you brought me here so why are we chatting like old school friends?" "Jesus, Tess. You're cold... " "Actually," I say teasingly. "I'm really hot and wet and if I have to admit to liking you to get you to fuck me, then fine. I like you!" "You get pretty wild when you're turned on, huh?" "Mmm," I say as I walk over to the bike. I straddle it facing him. "Wild doesn't quite cover it. I tried avoiding you. It didn't work. I tried being aloof, that didn't work either. Now... " I slide forward a touch so my crotch is touching his. I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist. "Are we done chatting? 'Cause honestly, I'm not in the mood to talk." He looks at me for a second before smiling. "You're going to kill me," he says before he reaches forward and pushes my t-shirt up. He pulls me up into a sitting position and tugs it over my head. I do the same for ...