Summer in the City - Sex Stories

Summer in the City

... flow again, aroused by the simple act of giving him head, and moved one hand down to my wet heat to tease gently. He propped himself up higher on the bed so he could watch me pleasure us both at the same time. Our eyes locked, making the moment even more intimately erotic. “Touch yourself for me.” His words were whispered over the sound of the rain, and sent shivers to my core. He moved his hand down to grip his cock as I knelt on the bed and ran both hands teasingly between my legs. I spread my legs wide as I slipped two fingers inside, and gently circled my clit with the other hand. I was still so wet and could feel the beginnings of another orgasm as I played with my little bud. I wanted him inside me again, but more than that, I wanted him to come inside me. He was still stroking himself, watching me, but I could see the need, my need, reflected in his eyes. He was a man approaching the limits of his tolerance and I was only too happy to help him out. I moaned aloud now, letting my need show as I teased my clit. My hips were moving up and down on my ...

... fingers, my movements more frantic by the second. His eyes flashed as I groaned out exactly what I wanted. “I want you inside me. Now. I need you to fuck me.” He needed no further invitation as he reached for me and flipped me onto my back. With one smooth stroke, he was inside me once more, stretching me to the limit. Gone was the patience of earlier as he thrust into me now, intent on one goal. I brought my fingers back to my clit, teasing myself until I was ready to fall with him. My moans let him know how close I was and when I felt him tense up, there was no way I could have stopped myself. In that knife-edge moment of pure bliss, where everything gathers together before exploding outwards, I felt him release deep inside me. Then, I was convulsing around him, milking every last drop into my hungry depths. He collapsed on top of me, breathing hard, the sweat from his brow hot against my skin. We lay there, listening to the rain, as bodies and hungers cooled. His hand traced lazy circles on my back as we lay entwined, lulled by the breeze and the other’s breathing.