Rock and Water - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

Rock and Water - Chapter 9

... on nights we aren’t playing.” My breath catches. He knows me so well. He could be miles away and all I have to do is imagine his hand on his belt, slowly pulling it from the belt loops, and my clit tingles. “Which leads us to tonight, when you saw me take the Vicks from the shelf; you immediately knew what I had in mind. It made my cock hard to hear your breath quicken…to see that little shiver go through your sweet body.” A blush travels down my body, caressing my skin in heat. I look back to his eyes, pleading with my own for him to touch me. Pushing the bag off the couch, his strong hands are on my hips, pulling me up and over so I’m straddling his thighs, facing him. Passive at first, he lets me lead the kiss we started in the park. My tongue penetrates his lips; touching the tip of his before slipping in, letting our tongues caress each other in an erotic dance. My mind begins to slip into that soft, familiar space deep inside, where all else but sensation and submission to Patrick cease to exist. I break from the kiss to look at him. A calm intensity transforms his features; a tethered strength emanates where from moments before tenderness had prevailed. I can also feel his now semi-rigid cock pressing against my mound, and I begin to rock my hips in a slow rhythm. The skirt of my dress has ridden above my hips, and my saturated panties are rough against my pussy lips and clit. I begin to grind hard on his cock, causing the crotch of my cotton panties to bunch and ...

... push between my greedy lips. We both let go long denied groans of pleasure. Desperation grows inside of me; I’m hungry for his cock in a way that pushes my own needs down. All I want is to please him, to show him how much this week together has meant to me. “Please sir, I need to feel your cock…to see it…to taste it.” “Ah, fuck, Corrine. My sweet slut…suck my cock, baby. I’ve got a long night planned for you, and if I don’t release my load soon I’ll never be able to focus on all of the delicious tortures I’ve planned for you tonight. Make me come, baby.” No need to be asked twice! I jump off his lap and undo his belt, button and zipper. In one motion his hips are up, and he’s pushing his shorts and boxers down to his ankles. His knees spread, allowing me access to his cock and balls. Crouched on my knees on the couch, I approach him from his side. I slip both of my hands between his legs, one cupping his very full and sensitive scrotum, the other takes his hardening cock by the base, guiding it to my lips. I begin by stroking his cock from the base upwards, then down again. My hand is firm and snug around his hard length, and I can feel every ridge and vein beneath the velvety skin. My mouth becomes increasingly wet, anticipating his taste; lowering my mouth to just above the crown without touching it, I open my lips and allow the wetness to drip onto and down the head of his cock. Once my saliva is glistening on the dark and engorged flesh, I purse my lips and begin to blow ...