Feeding His Lust - Sex Stories

Feeding His Lust

... keep playing, it won't take me long to be ready for you again."

"Sounds perfect." I followed Patrick to the bathroom, where the urge to relieve myself became pressing. "I'm just gonna pee really quick," I told him.

"Do you want me to give you some privacy? I can wash up in the half bath."

"You don't have to go. Unless you want to."

Patrick gave me a sweet smile, then shook his head. I noticed he was ever the gentleman, not sneaking so much as a glance at me while I emptied my bladder. I was not as well behaved, however. The sight of him running a wet cloth over his bare skin rekindled my lust, and I couldn't help but stare. It was only when I was washing my hands at the sink that I caught sight of my reflection. "Holy shit!" I said through my laughter. The whipped cream was still all over my face. "You just let me walk around here looking like this?"

Patrick wrapped his arms around me, flashing his own grin. "I love it." His lips nuzzled my neck.

"All the same, I think I'd better do some washing up, too." Leaning forward, I splashed cold water on my face. He offered me a clean towel when I was finished. Another glimpse in the mirror showed me how messy my hair was, and I took the clip from it, letting it fall free. At least I hadn't gotten whipped cream in it.

Patrick stood behind me, and I leaned into his embrace. Our stares met in the mirror as he cupped my breasts, playing with my nipples. The feel of his erection against my skin had me instantly wet ...

... again. "I want you to fuck me," I whispered.

We didn't speak on our way back to bed, for we were too busy kissing and stroking each other. As I rested my head on the pillow, I watched Patrick take a condom from the bedside table drawer. The sight of him sheathing his cock made me ache with need. When he knelt between my thighs, his eyes took on a feral look, yet he remained tender while sliding his tip from my clit to my entrance. "I want you so much," he murmured. Then he eased inside me.

The sensation of my pussy yielding to his cock made us both moan. He was careful at first, his thrusts slow and gentle. "Yes!" I cried, urging him on. "I love the way you feel inside me!" His grip on my thighs tightened a little, betraying his excitement. Simply watching Patrick move sent a pre-orgasmic tremor through me. But it wasn't just his body, as glorious as it was. It was also the sounds he made when his hips began pumping at a more fervent pace. It was his scent, which I greedily inhaled. And of course, it was the feel of his cock claiming my pussy. Patrick seemed enraptured by the way my breasts and belly bounced as he drove himself into me with a fierce rhythm. "Fuck yes!" I growled. "Give it to me hard!"

He was more than willing to do as I demanded. His breaths grew shallow while he pounded my pussy, his balls slapping against me. "Goddamn, you're tight around my cock!" he said. Each thrust built on the intensity of the one before until I was shaking, desperate to come. ...