Rock and Water - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

Rock and Water - Chapter 9

... gently. Patrick throws his head back with an aching moan, as his cock pulses beneath my hand. His balls twitch and pull closer to his body in reflex, but my hand there begins to gently squeeze and massage them, coaxing them back again. I continue to blow cool air down his length, still cradling the base firmly in my other hand. His cock is now rigid in my grasp; long, thick, and absolutely sexy as hell. Precum beads at the slit before dripping downwards. Just before I lower my tongue to taste one glistening pearl as it forms, his hand reaches down and grasps my scalp, pulling my head back so I can look into his fiery eyes. “Okay now, baby, warm me up with that mouth of yours.” My eyes still on his, I lower my head down, over his cock, until my lips contact my fisted hand near the base. I hear Patrick let out his breath in a long, slow release as his legs relax and spread a little bit more. His hand is tight in my scalp, causing prickles to race down my neck, straight to my clit. Although his grip is firm, I control the pace and depth of the penetration, for now anyway. My nipples are turgid peaks, rubbing against the fabric of my dress with each bob of my head. He releases my hair, moving his hand slowly down my back. I feel him gather the material of my dress at a leisurely pace, until it bunches just above the small of my back. His hand begins to caress my ass cheeks, just barely covered by my cotton panties. Strong fingers grasp the material through both leg-holes as he ...

... clenches the flimsy material together until it’s no thicker than a cord, then pulls it snuggly between the cheeks of my ass. Reaching below my belly, he does the same to the front of my panties, pulling it tightly between my cunt lips and over my swollen and straining clit, making me groan and wiggle. As I begin to suck him in earnest, he begins to alternate between slapping my ass cheeks and pulling tightly on my soaking panties; each tug cutting between my sensitive lips and mashing my clit against my pelvic bone. Pain and pleasure combine once again and a vortex of pleasure begins to build within me. I push my hand further between his legs, using two fingers to massage firmly just behind his scrotum. His cock jerks and a surge of precum leaks into my mouth, letting me know his pleasure with my efforts. I let go of the base of his cock, allowing my lips to push downwards until I feel coarse hair tickle my nose and lips. The thick head of his cock pushes and opens my throat, again and again. My chokes and gags fill the air, but we both know I enjoy this almost as much as he does. The sounds and the mess I make I my attempts to open my throat to him turn us both on. They are the sounds of submission. My fingers press even further back, in an act I’ve never attempted before, and I press two of them just over his own tight hole. “Ah, Corrine!” He yells out, but doesn’t stop me. I know my fingers are dry, and I can’t attempt to penetrate him, but I resume the rhythmic massage ...