She Leaned Back: Part 2 - Sex Stories

She Leaned Back: Part 2

... appear. There was a profound sensual grace in the feminine way she moved, and it pierced him with lust and desire.

First, her shirt went over her head, and then her bra fell away, baring her petite breasts to the room. He came close to her then and, reaching around cupped her firm mounds, discovering that her nipples were shaped somewhat uniquely, slender, and long, and…oh, so sensitive.

“I like to have them squeezed,” she purred, putting her hands over his as he held her breasts. She leaned back against him and laid her head back on his shoulder. “Pinch them hard,” she encouraged.

He was rewarded with her gasp and a deep groan as his fingers tightened. She pressed back against him, nestling further into his embrace, accepting his exploring hands on her body, and expanding the amount of bare skin contact.

She unbuttoned her jeans and together they pushed the tight fabric down over her slender hips revealing a black satin thong. She had a svelte athletic figure, and he felt the bare swell of her hips under his hands as he stroked downward. He relished the sight of her tight ass, and she arched to look back at him as he stroked her bare ass cheeks appreciatively.

The rest of the clothes fell away without awkwardness. His focus was entirely consumed with her erotic beauty as it appeared before him. Later, he reflected on how time seemed to slow down with their movements happening in slow motion. Every part of his psyche sought to take her in, savor her delights, ...

... he wanted to know her utterly with his eyes and his hands, with his skin against hers, and with his mouth. These acts of knowing her, stimulating her, soaking in her naked beauty happened simultaneously, and despite his intense focus, it overwhelmed his senses.

They slid onto the bed, never parting contact. He continued to devour her mouth as his hands moved over her body. It felt intuitive, knowing how to tease her, where to explore her, and how to awaken her nerve endings. It reminded him of a poem he had read in an English class once about a man touching his wife, describing her body responding as flowers blooming in the sun. Her responses guided him and rewarded him, and he followed all the delicious clues like a trail of breadcrumbs.

His former wife and he had gone months without sex, yet he had still learned how to occasionally awaken her desire despite her resistance. It wasn’t as if his former wife hated sex entirely, but she started from a mindset of suspicion, scorn, and condescension toward his sexuality and his interest in her.

This situation was excitingly different. This was a woman eager to be sexual with him, enjoying his touch. Jyll was participating fully in the experience they were creating together. She had no reluctance about accepting and responding to what he was doing to her.

He had grown up in a very religious family where a subtle, yet pervasive puritanical ethos viewed desire, especially sexual desire, as sinful, ungodly, and unnatural. ...