Why Is That So Important? - Sex Stories

Why Is That So Important?

... craving, makes the heart beat faster and cheeks blush with excitement. A pair of hands entwined while the other hands were getting more daring in their exploration, seeking to arouse the ticklish sensation that yearns for tenderness.

“I remember his first touch. The first time he lay his hands on my body,” Jamie resumed the elaborations. “I immediately understood why he’d been so reluctant to make his move. It was far more than just his position as my teacher. His grip left no room for hesitation. It was strong, dominant. It didn’t hurt and I never felt in danger but the submissiveness it instantly caused to manifest in me... It was so perfectly natural to submit myself to his hunger. Then and there; even in the way he walked back to lock the material room door and leave the key in the lock.”

“So it’s he who taught you that,” Laura stated, giggling as the hand caressing her body and gripping her in specific places amplified the ardor Jamie’s touch inflamed deep between her legs. “Just like you’re doing it now. There’s no questioning your intentions and you claim possession of me so easily by a simple touch.”

“This is just a role I learned to play,” Jamie explained, “while for him, it was natural. Like an instinct. Just like I have the instinct to serve and you have the instinct to challenge and invert roles.”

Laura was parting her lips, allowing a whimper to escape as the fingers exploring her body dipped to find her natural lubricant. She mirrored the touches ...

... until her hand found Jamie’s melting crotch and her fingers dug into the flesh she found.

Fingers entwined and lips explored, seeking to catch every drop of love dew. Each touch was rewarded with moans building towards ecstasy as tongues mapped and re-mapped all mounts and crevices anew. Lips sucked on nerve endings, sensitizing them to a needy ache.

Words yielded to moans as mouths were devouring skin and juices alike while teeth hungrily bit and nibbled, tantalizingly eliciting lust-saturated cries.

The faint static and the periodic clicking of the needle against the junction of the groove with the idling circle accompanied two heaving lumps of flesh that were comfortably snuggled in a complicated knot of limbs.

“And after all this, how come you’re still with me?” Laura asked, more out of curiosity than jealousy. Before her lover could reply, she added, “You know... he gave you so much. So much you needed. Many things I cannot give you.”

Jamie snuggled deeper into Laura’s chest, resting the face between her boobs. “He didn’t have such an amazing pair of tits.”

She playfully giggled in response. “I’m being serious!”

“Your giggle says otherwise.”

“You’re daft.”

“But also being serious,” Jamie re-iterated. “At least partly. You know I love your boobs. Of course, because they are boobs but mostly because they are yours.”

They unlocked their entanglement to look each other in the eye.

“I love you, Laura and you love me back. That’s what I need. You ...