Rock and Water - Chapter 9 - Sex Stories

Rock and Water - Chapter 9

... there that I had started on his perineum and I feel him shift his hips, allowing me to continue. Knowing how much ass play brings me pleasure, I’ve wanted to do the same for him for a while now, but felt too shy to broach the topic, even though he knows all of my secrets and desires. Gasps and low growls escape him as his orgasm builds. His hand continues to spank my ass, but the rhythm and strength of each slap wanes, until it stops and his hand is back in my hair, guiding my mouth in just the way he needs to get off. His hips rise to meet my lips in quick jerks, before a flood of cum surges into my mouth and down my throat. I swallow as quickly as I can, but feel some leak through my lips and onto him. Patrick pulls my head up and away from his now overly sensitive cock. I smile up at him, and before I can use my arm to wipe my chin dry, he pulls me forward into a passionate and hard kiss. I know he can taste himself on my lips, and love that it doesn’t deter him. I find it incredibly sexy, as he does when I taste myself on his lips. We both like our sex dirty and raw; to have our senses filled and overflowing with each other. When he becomes less sensitive, I use my tongue to clean him dry before he lifts his boxers and shorts up once again. I notice the belt remains off. His eyes lock onto mine, and with one word my body begins to buzz with anticipation. “Strip.” As I toss my dress on the couch, and pull my sticky, drenched panties from between swollen pussy lips, I ...

... watch as he grabs the bag, then moves over to small open kitchen. He pulls out one of the tall bar stools from the kitchen bar counter that we’ve been eating our meals from. As is the rest of the flat, the stool is cross of modern and contemporary; made of white finely polished wood with bright orange leather padded backs. The corners are rounded, with no sharp edges. Setting the bag on the counter, he removes its contents; first the Vicks, then the electric tooth brush, and finally the two boxes of cling wrap. “Come here, Corrine. Sit.” His voice penetrates me on so many levels, causing delicious changes to my body, and acute focus of my mind. “Yes, sir.” My feet move of their own volition until I reach the barstool, then half jump, half push myself my hands, up onto the chair. My bare ass makes contact with the cool wood. Patrick directs me to scoot back, until my back makes contact with the soft leather of the chair. “Sit up straight, arms crossed at the wrist behind the chair, legs spread and over the sides. See if you can line up your ankles with the front posts of the stool. There you go, baby, that’s just perfect. Now tilt your hips forward, just a touch. Let’s make sure I have full access to that needy cunt.” As I’m following his directions, I’m watching as he casually takes a roll of the cling wrap out of its box and walks behind me. I hear the tell-tale sound of plastic wrap being pulled from its roll, then feel as it is succinctly and evenly wrapped around my torso, ...