Rock and Water - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

Rock and Water - Chapter 9

... arms, then guides me back until I’m lying in the grass with him above me, held up by his strong arms as he looks down at me with fire in his eyes. “I want you, Corrine…” He reaches down and runs his slightly calloused thumb over my top lip first, then drags it across the bottom lip of my slightly open mouth. My tongue darts out, making contact with the tip, tasting remnants of the samosa he just ate. I brazenly lean down and trap his thumb, down to the knuckle, between my teeth and lips and suck hard as I look up into his eyes. Heat radiates from his gaze, and a low growl escapes his throat. Once I release him, his mouth crashes down onto my own; the full weight of his firm body blankets mine. Lost in our kiss, we fail to notice a group of teenage girls gathered on a wall nearby until their giggles break through our erotic haze. We stand and give a slight bow to the girls, before cleaning up and heading back to the flat. Just blocks from the flat, I’m surprised as Patrick pulls me into a small market and begins to search the aisles with an obvious mission. I’m only left with more questions when he grabs an electric toothbrush from the shelf, then two boxes of cling wrap, before heading towards the pharmacy section of the store. He slows as we reach treatments for cough and colds, looking keenly at the products until he finds what he’s looking for. Vicks Vapor rub. Realization dawns on me for what he has in mind. My whole body turns soft as heat suffuses through my core and ...

... wetness escapes my swelling pussy lips, quickly saturating my panties. I’d previously shared with Patrick that in one of my phone sessions with Robert, he’d instructed me to gently rub tiger balm over the hood of my clit and around my tight, puckered asshole. The tingles and heat that penetrated deep into those erotic tissues ignited sensations that shook me to my core. Patrick had asked me if I’d ever like to try it again and I recall blushing furiously and eagerly nodding my head. That was almost two months ago, and we haven’t discussed it again. Just the thought of playing with menthol again, especially with Patrick, has my whole body buzzing as we pay for our purchases and walk back to the flat. I’m practically trotting with eagerness while he’s as calm and contained as ever, although a smile keeps dancing on his features in response to my clear excitement. As we take our last steps up to the fourth floor, he jokes, “You’re awfully excited tonight, Corrine. How can you be so sure I don’t have a cold coming on and need a little menthol rubbed on my chest and a good night sleep?” “Well then…,” I say, with feigned sympathy, “Let’s get you straight to bed. Once you’re asleep you won’t be needing this!” As soon as we close the door behind us I make a grab for the bag, but before I can reach it he tosses it on the couch and with little effort pins me against the wall; his hands capturing my forearms on either side of my face. His touch is firm, but not rough in the least. His ...