Feeding His Lust - Sex Stories

Feeding His Lust

... thought about telling him to slow down so I could enjoy the show, but I was just as horny as he was. As more of his bare skin was exposed to my view, I discovered he had sparse chest hair, which only served to accentuate his strong pecs. The sight of his gorgeous body made me circle a fingertip around my clit. Patrick fixed his stare on my hand working between my thighs.

In moments, he was completely naked, his cock straining out from him. It was average in size, the entire length taking on a deep pink hue while erect. And because it belonged to him, I thought it was the most gorgeous cock I'd ever seen. I found he was shaved smooth, which was perfect for my plan involving the whipped cream.

He leaned forward to give me a kiss, his mouth soft and gentle. He wouldn't be rushed while his tongue sought out mine. I reached between us, reveling in that first feel of his cock in my hand. Patrick's moan was muffled by our kiss. His lips moved lower, revisiting each of my nipples. A faint whimper escaped me as he suckled them.

He sank to his knees before me, then slid his hands along my thighs and around my hips so he could caress my ass. As he planted kisses on my belly, my breath caught in my throat. I'd never allowed a man to do that before, but I found I loved it. When Patrick's lips brushed against my plump mound, I released my held breath as a sigh. Now he was the one spreading my outer labia apart, his mouth only inches from my folds. "Your beautiful clit is so ...

... swollen," he murmured.

"It's really sensitive."

Patrick's eyes met mine. "So I should use a light touch... like this." His fingertip, gentle against my clit, provided just the stimulation I needed.

"That feels so good!" I watched as he extended his tongue and ever so lightly swept it over that sensitive bud. The sensation made me thrust my hips forward, revealing my need for more. With a grin, Patrick rewarded me by burying his face between my thighs. While sliding his palms over my stockings, he put his tongue to work pleasuring me. Each lick sent a current of bliss straight to my core. My God, this man knew his way around a pussy! When he sensed I was getting too much direct stimulation, he began circling my clit, his tongue grazing the sides and teasing my hood.

"Oh, fuck yes!" I moaned, grasping handfuls of his hair. "Keep licking me just like that!" The sound of his lips and tongue had my pussy clenching rhythmically, as if his cock was already inside me. Patrick seemed to understand my need, for he slipped a finger into my opening. I cried out his name, my hips moving faster as I grew closer to orgasm. When he used a little more pressure, his tongue working at a fervent pace, I started to shake. "I'm almost there!" I basked in a kind of sensual delirium, brought on by Patrick's wet mouth and warm breath, and the exquisite pleasure his tongue gave me. As he feasted on my pussy, he made contented sounds from low in his throat.

The moment he wrapped his lips ...