More Than A Fling - Sex Stories

More Than A Fling

I awoke a few hours later with the feel of his hand brushing along my cheek. My face was tucked in under his chin and I let out a small sound of protest at being woken up.

“Hey,” I heard him say. “I need my arm back.”

I tilted my head and my eyelids fluttered as I fought my way out of sleep.

He slipped his arm under me and pulled me closer to him. He tugged and manoeuvred me until I lay along the length of him, my long legs bending at the knees to cradle his hips.

He swept his hands up and down my spine and delved his fingers under my hair, causing a purr-like sound to vibrate in my throat in response. My breasts flattened against his chest and the warmth of my inner thighs embraced his awakening cock.

“Hmm…you’re hard again,” I said, my words slurred as I shifted position.

“Can’t help it. You’re naked and you won’t stay still.”

“You’re naked, too.” I trailed my lips along the underside of his jaw. “I know a way we can make the most of the situation.”

He sank his hand into my hair and massaged the back of my scalp. “I’m open to ideas.”

I lifted my hips and wedged a hand between our bodies. When my warm fingers closed around his erection, I heard him suck in a breath. His arm tightened around me as I repositioned myself. I heard him let out his breath in a whoosh of air when the damp heat of my pussy slid down his cock. “God, Bonnie, I like the way you think.”

My hands crept beneath his shoulders and I held him close, laying my cheek against his ...

... thudding heart. “I like the way you feel,” I said. My lips played lazily over his chest, my breath moist against his skin.

He wrapped his arms around me and trailed his fingertips down my back. He buried his nose in my hair, inhaling the sweet scent of my shampoo that clung to my curls. He took his time thrusting inside me, his strokes long and deep. Neither of us was in a hurry. Our bodies rocked together in silence.

“Hey...” I said, my lips pressing soft nibbles along his neck.

“Yeah?” he asked while he swept his hands down my spine and clutched my rear. He squeezed my flesh, urging my hips down to meet his thrusts.

“I like being with you,” I said, nuzzling his ear.

It was true. Physically, we were explosive together. When he first approached me, I thought he only wanted to talk about business and lend a helping hand in my career. Little did I know that I was being seduced and a part of me wanted it, wanted the experience instead of being the good girl I was for so long. I wanted to be bad. And this meant nothing. He wasn’t taken, although he told me he was divorced. I wasn’t breaking a marriage and it wasn’t like I wanted anything from him, other than sex.

He lifted his chin and I flicked my tongue over his earlobe, grinning to myself when he let out a quiet groan in response.

“Hmm… me too,” he said.

“I want more of this,” I said as my body wriggled against him, somehow managing to deepen the connection between us.

A lazy growl seemed to rumble in ...