Be Careful What You Wish For - Sex Stories

Be Careful What You Wish For

There are few things that I dislike more than being woken up from a deep sleep. It makes me jumpy and irritable for the first few hours of the day, or at least until several cups of coffee have been consumed. However, when the cause of such a sudden awakening is the delicious combination of a warm mouth on the back of my neck and a firm hand resting on my hip, it would seem that I can be persuaded to forgive the offender quite quickly.

“Good morning,” he murmurs as his fingers slide up and over, landing between my thighs. “Dare I ask what’s got you wetter than an otter’s pocket this early in the day?”

I push back and open my legs a little, to give him more room, and moan as his erection presses into the soft flesh of one of my bum cheeks.

“If you must know, I had a filthy dream last night.”

“Oh, did you?” he replies, nipping my shoulder with his teeth and making me moan. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”

“Hmm… I’m not sure if I should,” I tease.

The tip of his index finger zones in on my clit with expert precision. “If you want me to carry on, you’d better keep talking.”

“You can be very persuasive,” I laugh. “Okay. So, we’d gone away for a dirty weekend. Somewhere hot, abroad. We had a hotel room that overlooked the beach. The view was out of this world! At one point, I told you I wanted to watch the sun setting over the sea before we went for dinner… and as I stood there, completely mesmerised by all that natural beauty, you pulled my dress up, ...

... bent me over the balcony and had your wicked way with me. Even though people were walking around below us, I might add.”

“That does sound like something I would do. What else happened?”

“Well… after that, we went for dinner. The walk to the restaurant was challenging because you dared me to go out without any knickers on. My thighs were practically stuck together! I’m sure people must’ve thought there was something wrong with me with how I was shuffling along the pavement like a penguin.”

“If you were this wet, I can see how that might be an issue.”

“Not to mention the fact I’d just been pumped full of cum! Now I think about it, I believe I told you that it would have to be condoms from now on if you’re going to make that much mess of me.”

“And what did I say to that?”

“I think your words were something like, ‘Not fucking likely’”.

He laughs. “So then what happened?”

“Well, we went for the meal. Delightful little tapas place…plenty of Rioja, a guy playing acoustic guitar… and the most incredible food! That alone could’ve caused all this moisture… I mean, the calamari dish was bordering on orgasm-inducing, and as for the fucking chorizo, oh my God it was - ”

“How did I know that would be involved? You’ve got sausage on the brain!”

“Oh, I can think of better places to have it,” I tease, grinding my arse against his hardness once more. “Well, anyway, we had the meal and then we walked back but… we stopped on the beach, we were both still horny, and ...