Coffee Shop - Sex Stories

Coffee Shop

... my wrist fell limply at my side. “Stay” he murmured, lowering his head so that our eyes were almost level. His other hand reached around the side of my waist, touching the cotton-covered skin ever so lightly- so lightly that I had to look down to make sure that I wasn’t imagining things. “I want you to stay.” I let my eyelids flutter shut as his lips neared my own, nudging his nose gently on to mine as a shaky breath fell from his parted lips. I inhaled deeply, finding his hand on my waist with my own and holding it close, drawing myself in, before his lips covered mine in a single soft kiss. He pulled away slightly and I opened my eyes up to his, searching them frantically with anticipation. His lips twitched upwards into a smirk and were soon on mine once more, harder this time, carefully pushing my lips apart with his tongue to seek my own. “Clothes are still wet anyway” he muttered breathlessly against my lips. I hummed quizzically. “I turned the radiator off.” He grinned as I slapped his arm playfully, before pulling him in for another deep kiss. I wanted him. My body wanted him. My nipples were hard and I could feel myself dampening between my legs as his lips and tongue continued to play skilfully. His hands came up to my breasts, massaging them, pressing the flats of his palms against my aching nipples. I thrust my chest upwards, desperate for more as he toyed and teased me; lips now descending along my jaw. His hands slipped beneath the t-shirt I had on, pushing ...

... the material up my torso until my breasts were exposed to his hungry eyes. His thumbs flicked over the hard nubs, back and forth, and before I knew it his lips were around my right nipple, and then the other. He alternated between the two; sucking, swirling, grazing his teeth until I could feel each of his careful movements in my groin. He kissed his way back up to my lips and I grabbed his hips and pulled him flush against me, desperate to feel every part of him. As I pressed my crotch against him, I felt his penis begin to stir beneath the soft material of his joggers; gradually growing and hardening. His hand slipped between us and cupped over my joggers between my legs, applying a firm pressure as he rubbed his palm slowly against me. A small moan broke out from my lips as he continued to excite me; hips instinctively rocking back and forth against his palm. With his other hand, he pulled the tie of my joggers free, before removing his hand from between my legs and slipping it inside. His warm fingers massaged my abdomen for a moment, gradually dipping lower and lower, teasing my skin, before his middle finger curled and found the very top of my already swollen clitoris. I knew I was wet, just as much as he did. His finger slowly circled the excited bundle of nerves as his lips massaged my own, smirking each time I moaned and shuddered against him. “Looks like those clothes upstairs aren’t the only ones that are wet.” I laughed breathlessly as his finger dipped further ...