Summer in the City - Sex Stories

Summer in the City

... The blood roared in my head as he brought me to my first needy peak with just a graze of his thumb over my clit. He stilled within me as he felt me tighten around him, his mouth grazing my earlobe as he uttered just one word. “Again.” God, yes. Nothing else existed for me in that moment. My world was that one room. Warm air flowed in through the open window bringing the scent of the rain and the faint strains of jazz from a club down the street. The music melded seamlessly with the thrum of the raindrops, with snippets of conversations from passers-by, creating an urban soundtrack that we moved to. I was aware of these things without really acknowledging them, so intent was I on him. He moved again with long, lazy strokes. I could feel him sliding in and out of me, feel the delicious friction as our bodies rose and fell. I wanted more now, wanted to give him more, so I flipped us and rose over him, taking him in deep. My hair fell in a fragrant curtain around us as I leaned down to catch his mouth in a long kiss. The kiss grew desperate and intense and I could hear my breathing growing ever more ragged as he bit my lower lip. Breaking the kiss, I threw my head back on a moan of pleasure just as he reared up and captured a puckered nipple in his mouth. Sensations swarmed through me as his teeth grazed along it. His hands moved to cup my bum, lifting me off him slightly, then down, forcing me to maintain a slow steady rhythm when all I wanted was to bolt and ride him hard to ...

... the finish. He chuckled against my nipple, as if he could read my thoughts, and slowed even further, lifting me as high as I could go and still be joined to him. Every time I slid back down his length I could feel each teasing inch, ending with an exquisite feeling of fullness as he speared me completely. The orgasm built, deep in my belly. He sensed it too and after a few more slow thrusts, he kept himself firmly embedded in me and rocked our hips back and forth. It was somehow more intense this way, rocking myself to orgasm with him so deep inside me. His mouth returned to my nipple and he bit down hard as he felt me start to clench. I was delirious with pleasure, moaning out his name as I came, my juices leaking from me and mingling with the sweat on our skin. The room smelled of sex and rain and summer, and time drifted away as I floated on that hazy edge of pleasure. Sensitive now, I reluctantly detached myself as he lay back on the bed. He was hard and needy and I was hungry for a taste, knowing I would be tasting myself too. He wasn’t the only one who could take his time and I settled between his legs, nuzzling at the soft skin on his inner thighs. As I gently nibbled my way up towards his aching length, I could smell the sweetness of my sex on his skin. He moaned as I finally closed my lips around his head, savouring our mingled taste. He was hot and hard and silky smooth all at the same time, as I worked my tongue up and down his length. I could feel my juices start to ...