Rebound - Sex Stories

Rebound

... boobs on a lady.” She appraised him, sitting casually in her chair in nothing but slightly distorted boxer shorts. “Why did you stop last night?” “As much as I enjoyed it, my mouth got tired. I needed a break. You got all cuddly and comfortable.” “That’s not what I meant. Why didn’t you have sex with me?” “You said you didn’t want a rebound fuck.” She kicked the sheet off to display her nudity and patted the bed next to her. “I don’t.” He lay down with her and began kissing and touching her everywhere, skillfully, purposefully, but with no real urgency. His stimulation of her body was gentle but ever more intense, especially the way he kissed and suckled her breasts. She luxuriated in his desire until she felt him hard against her leg. The knowledge made her hotter. She reached down and rubbed him through his shorts. “Show it to me.” He peeled his boxers off and kicked them to the floor. “Oh my,” she giggled. She closed her hand around him tentatively, appraising his girth and length. “Yeah, I want this.” His fingers found her moisture and began to play as she stroked him. They kissed with ever more fury. His hand made her needy, and she urged him on top of her. “Make love to me, Jim.” She helped him aim and sparred with his tongue as he began to penetrate her. They didn’t say anything, allowing their bodies to communicate with moans and wet sounds. He found a pace she liked, and they mated tenderly for a while. She wrapped her legs around him tighter. “You’re going to ...

... make me cum.” He smiled into her hair but said nothing, working her with his cock, gauging her response. When she began to thrust back, he sped up. “Let it happen,” he whispered. She gave herself up to it then, embracing the waves of pleasure that hit her every time his cock head pressed her cervix and his pelvic bone mashed her clit. He wasn’t forceful, but his purposeful thrusts made her cry out her joy. Her pussy contracted rhythmically around him, willing him to plant his seed. He slowed and then stopped his thrusting, holding himself balls deep inside her while they kissed, making sure every drop of his essence stayed where he had put it. “You’re still hard,” she whispered. “Uh huh.” He rolled them over so she lay on top of him, impaled. She clung to him for a moment and then moved her hips a little, testing him. He pressed into her in response. She sat up enough to look at him and ground herself against him. “Wanna go again?” He grabbed her ass to help push into her. “What do you think?” They fucked vigorously this time, her wild hair dancing in the morning sun that made it around her window shades. Sweat beaded on her forehead, and he pulled her to him to kiss it off. His hands were everywhere, teasing her nipples, fondling her buttocks, playing with her clit when she sat up enough, and teasing her asshole when she didn’t. A few times, one of them had to re-insert him when they bucked too hard. She lost count of the number of times he made her cum, but inevitably, he ...