Mind Games (Part 2/2) - Sex Stories

Mind Games (Part 2/2)

... of his clothes before assisting me with mine. Finally, all barriers were gone and it was just us again, skin on skin in the hotel room with no one to stop us. “I can’t believe we’re doing this again,” I breathed as he shifted between my legs. “Believe it,” he said and I felt him push hard, his cock pressing into me and stretching me wide. The pressure was intense. He didn’t stop until he was fully inside me and then without pausing, he pulled back, beginning a quick, hard rhythm. His hands were holding onto my legs and he went deep and long, making me feel every last inch of him. I felt indecently wet. It was everything I remembered and more. Over time, I thought maybe I’d exaggerated it in my mind, made it more than it was but as he picked up the pace, I knew I hadn’t. It felt like coming home. He was watching me and I was watching him; a raw, soft tension between us. There were no secrets; nothing to detract from the closeness of the moment. “You like that?” he growled, as he pushed in deep. “I love it,” I said and the words felt so thin, I was sure they hadn’t even got past my lips. But Mats must have heard because he smiled in the way that made everything inside me flip. He started fucking me harder, his hands gripping me tight and controlling my movements. I had one hand at my mouth, biting down onto my fingers in an effort to control the moans that threatened to break through. So many people were around; I could hear televisions and laughter through the walls and I was ...

... terrified someone would hear us. Mats was making it all the more difficult. Every time he hit home he would pause for half a second to grind against me in a way that had me whimpering with need. My clit was throbbing and I reached down to finger it desperately. The aching rhythm was building me up to something, anything, but just as I thought the end was about to appear, Mats pulled out. I stared at him. He was covered in a sheen of perspiration and his cock jutted out almost offensively between us. It suddenly struck me how incredible it would feel to wrap my lips around him but before the idea had even fully formed in my head; his hand was on my wrist, dragging me up and across the room. He stopped in front of the dresser, pushing on my back until I was bending over and then he thrust inside me again. I shuddered out a sigh as I felt my body adjust to him and my dripping snatch grasped at his cock, desperate not to lose it again. I could feel the delicious friction as he slowly withdrew before finding the pace again, his body colliding with mine every time he went deep. One hand gripped my hip tightly while the other moved around to grope my breasts. “You can’t make me wait this long again,” he grunted. “It was killing me.” I pushed back at him and his fingers dug into my breast, clawing at it. My hands were clinging to the hard wood of the dresser as I moaned and I heard Mats swear underneath his breath as he shifted to get a better angle. “Oh god!” He slammed into me hard ...