Untied - Sex Stories

Untied

... that has settled between my own legs. A low growl sounds from Nathan and I know he wants me as much as I want him.

Letting go of my hand he takes his turn in cupping my cheek, running the pad of his thumb over my cheekbone. He tilts my head towards him, lightly kisses the top of my nose. And finally, after the entire night of waiting, he kisses me. Tender at first. The slightest touch of our lips. I gasp. I hadn’t anticipated how deeply his kiss would affect me. At my sound, he intensifies our kiss. Pressing his soft lips firmly against mine. I break first and part my lips trying to taste more of him. Nathan lets me take control. I slowly pass my tongue across his bottom lip, tasting the whiskey of our long-forgotten drinks.

Desperately wanting to close the connection between us I force my tongue between his lips. Finally connecting with him. I graze my tongue on his. Drowning in his kiss. His taste. His heat. A moan escapes him and I press closer into Nathan’s body. He brings his hand into my hair and grasps the base of my head holding me into him and our tongues dance together. We’ve waited so long for this moment. Both of us wanted so much more but not want to rush our time together. We remain like this for long moments. Our bodies pressed together. Or tongues dancing and getting to know one another in a way we both have craved.

Nathan starts to slowly walk me backwards, never breaking our kiss. Thinking we are making our way to the bedroom, I allow this ...

... easily, till my backside is pressed against a wall. He breaks our kiss abruptly, grasps both my wrists, and pins me with my hands above my head against the wall. Nathan gives me a devilish grin and presses his erection between the apex of my legs. The contact and firmness make my breath catch. I thrust my hips forward trying to get any form of release, causing the fabric of my skirt to rub on my bare flesh underneath. Shivers run down my body.

“Not yet,” Nathan breathes, shifting both my hands to one of his, keeping me pinned.

He frees his right hand, cups my cheek, kisses me gently then steps back a half step. He takes his hand to my knee and starts to track up my thigh. Want has pooled desperately between my legs. I need Nathan to complete me. His fingers lightly moving up my leg, pushing my short skirt farther up my body. Almost to my core, he feels my wetness dripping down my leg.

“That's my girl,” he whispers as he spreads my juices across my skin.

Trying for contact I push my hips forward, needing this man I’m in love with to touch me.

“Patience, sweet love, I’ll make it worth the wait,” he tells me.

Deflated I release a breath and let this man do what he sees fit. I know in my heart he knows what I want and need. Nathan brings his fingers almost up to his lips to taste my want. But stops and moans showing a restraint unlike any other.

“You are so sweet, Frankie. I've longed for your taste. However I’m going to wait to take it right from the source,” he ...