Coffee Shop - Sex Stories

Coffee Shop

... and achieve a deeper penetration. I cried out as he held my thigh to my chest, moving my hands frantically as I searched for something to grip on to. He let go of my thigh and quickly held my hand above my head, keeping his rhythm as our fingers laced and I squeezed his tightly. I knew that I was going to come again. Liam had worked my body up somewhat marvellously and like a tight elastic band, it was only a matter of time before I snapped. “I’m going to come in a minute” he panted, suddenly reducing his movements to a slow grinding, similar to how he’d begun. Sliding my hands between us, I began to play with my clit once more, feeling myself tighten around him as I prepared to climax. Liam smirked as he watched my fingers, keeping his pace slow and deliberate as he delayed his orgasm. “I want to feel you come around me.” He continued to roll his hips slowly; sweat forming on his brow as shaky breaths escaped both sets of lips. Within moments my entire body was trembling in ecstasy as I cried out his name over and over again. The spasm of my tight muscles brought on his own climax, and he came above me with his eyes squeezed shut and lower lip trapped between his teeth. “Wow.” Liam's low voice broke the silence that had ensued for the past ten minutes or so as we both lay there in silent awe. My eyes were still shut as I revelled in the hazy aftermath, but I felt the bed move as Liam propped himself on to his elbow and slid his other hand over my stomach. His fingers were ...

... warm and gentle and I hummed in appreciation, before slowly opening my eyes to the outside world. A bright sunlight poured through the windows and I guessed that it must be preparing to set. “What time is it?” “7.15” he replied. I wanted nothing more than to shut my eyes and fall back into a blissful half-sl**p, but I knew that I had to leave. I had work to prepare for the morning. I sighed as I sat up and tried to bring myself back to reality. Liam was watching me with a lazy smile; his nude body outstretched atop the crisp white sheets. Tempting… “I really do have to go this time” I smiled, getting to my feet. My legs felt like jelly as I pulled the blanket from the chair next to the bed and wrapped it around me, before making my way to the radiator where I’d left my clothes. They were still slightly damp, but wearable; and I slipped my underwear on and pulled my dress over my head, followed by my cardigan. I jumped as Liam appeared at the door. His joggers were back on but his torso was still bare, glistening slightly with a cool sheen of moisture. “Do you insist on making me jump every time you enter a room?” I laughed. He grinned. “Sorry. I just wanted to make sure your clothes were dry.” “They’re a little damp, but nothing unbearable.” “Are you sure you don’t want to borrow something of mine? I have some y-fronts that would look excellent on you.” I smirked at his joke, wondering if he did actually own a pair of y-fronts, which then led me to imagine how magnificent his ...