What a night! - Sex Stories

What a night!

... won't happen again." "Really? I thought after the orgasm I gave you, you'd find it hard to resist me." "Is that what that was?" I reply. "Must have missed it." He laughs. We both know I'm lying. We both know it blew my mind. Just remembering it has my legs shaking. I'm trying very hard to ignore him, but just being this close is driving me mad. I place my hands on the counter to steady myself. "Look, seriously. I think you should go," I say. I'm thinking it's for the best, he's right. I can't resist him. "Is that what you really want?" he says. I say nothing, just stand there. Trying not to breath to heavily. The next thing I know he's right behind me whispering in my ear. "You know the thing that's driven me crazy all day?" he asks. "No," I reply softly. "The thought of you walking around here all afternoon with no panties on," he whispers. "How would you know that?" I ask. But I know the answer. He took them. He chuckles and places his hands over mine on the counter. He kisses my neck which has me leaning back to allow better access. My mind is telling me to stop this. But I'm being betrayed by my body. It wants it. So badly. My throat starts purring. I feel him smile on my neck. Damn my bloody horny body. He runs his hands up my arms. One going to the front of my neck, the other moving my hair away. "I knew you couldn't resist me," he teases. He begins kissing my neck again. I try to turn round but he has me pinned to the counter. I tighten my arms ready to push away, but ...

... he runs his hand from my neck to my belly. As his hands find the skin under my shirt my whole body quivers and I relax my arms. He uses the other hand to start undoing the buttons on my shirt. He gets half way down then stops. He glides the shirt over my shoulders and down my arms, trapping them with the shirt. He is softly kissing my shoulders now, murmuring something I can't make out. I start to tingle. Everywhere. My whole body is on fire. He uses his hands and releases my bra. My nipples are already hard, and when he takes them in his hands and squeezes them I moan my pleasure. I arch back against him, begging for more. I want to touch him but with my arms pinned to my side I can't. I try to undo the buttons but I can't reach. Instead, I lift my arms from my side ripping the shirt open. With my hands now free, I move one to cover one of his hands on my breast and the other to slide around his neck. This opens my breasts to him more and he takes every advantage of it. He squeezes the whole thing, pinching the nipple between his fingers. I run my fingers through his hair and tug on it. This causes him to step back slightly, enough that I can now turn around. I raise my hands and push him back another step. I'm breathing so heavily it is close to hyperventilating. "I don't want seduction," I purr. He frowns, not understanding what I'm saying. "Drop them!" I say, looking at his trousers. He stares at me like he's confused. I raise my eyebrow and say, "Well? Drop them and sit ...