My new life: Moving In - Sex Stories

My new life: Moving In

... decided to go slow. I started kissing her neck, making sure not to stay in one place long enough to give a hickey. I left a trail of kisses down her collarbone to her sternum. I skipped past her breasts that were rising and falling with each breath, each heavier than the last. Then on to her stomach. I kissed every inch of her perfect skin before moving on to the next. When I reached her belly button, I stuck my tongue inside and wiggling it around, prompting a squeal. Whether it tickled or simply felt good, I was already moving on. I found myself confronting the last piece of clothing either of us was wearing. I remembered how sexy it had been when she’d looked me in the eye while she’d pulled off my boxers. I looked up into her eyes and was surprised by what I saw in them. Her eyes were pleading with me. Almost as if she was begging me to keep going. I hooked my thumbs to her waistband and slowly, so slowly, pulled down her panties. Her hips writhed as I moved with deliberate slowness. I didn’t look away from her eyes for a single moment until I had them down to her knees. At that point I pulled them the rest of the way off with a single quick motion. I don’t know what possessed me to do so, but I put her very wet panties up to my face and took a deep breath. The scent was intoxicating. It was a sweet, sour, and musky scent. It was a fragrance that you would never find at a candle store, but the scent of her arousal was so much better than anything. Especially since I knew ...

... I was the cause. I tossed her panties off to the side on the floor and resumed kissing her. I passed over love box for now, and kissed down her inner thighs. I could smell her wetness from there but I continued to ignore her honeypot for the moment. Then with a whimper Clara gasped, “Felix, please.” I looked up into her eyes and waited. “Please, lick my pussy. I can’t wait anymore.” “My pleasure,” I said with a smile. I moved back up and looked directly at her exposed womanhood. Her hair was trimmed very short, and there was only a small patch of red hair just inches above her lips. Before I got down to business, I stuck my nose right next to her entrance and inhaled heavily. The musky smell was much stronger at the source and it actually made me a bit light headed. Once again she whimpered in anticipation. I’d teased her enough, it was time to take her breath away. Taking a deep breath, I dove in. The moment my mouth made contact, three things happened simultaneously. One; I tasted her. It was a tangy taste, closest taste I could relate it to was a mango that was a bit past ripe. I wasn't a fan of mangoes, but this tasted like heaven. Two; my dick came fully back to life. It was easy to ignore given my current situation between the legs of a goddess, but I noticed it none the less. Three; Clara started panting, whining, and moaning, almost incoherently. “Oh, God! Oh fuck! Holy fuck, don’t stop! Please don’t stop!” I laughed at that last part as I continued my ministrations ...