More Than A Fling - Sex Stories

More Than A Fling

... nipple into his palm. I felt him smile against my mouth. He broke the kiss a moment later and let his lips wander over my cheek, my temple, the corner of my eye.

He squeezed my breast, lifting my puckered nipple. One quick swipe of his tongue had my body twisting above him. He gentled his thrusts to a slow grind, his body sliding against mine as he worked on my sweet flesh with his mouth. He sucked on me, drawing my nipple slowly into his mouth, running his tongue over and around the hardened nub.

I threaded my fingers in his hair and tightened my grip. My hips jerked above him and I let out a strangled moan.

“You like that, huh?” he asked against my moistened nipple.

He flicked his tongue over me, seemingly relishing in the way I responded to his touch. And it was impossible not to respond to him. I let out an answering sigh above him. My heartbeat quickened against his lips.

“Are you going to have your way with me now, Bonnie?” he asked. He eased me away from him until I was once again sat upright, his cock still firmly embedded in me.

A slight smile appeared on my lips as my eyes, dark with passion, settled on his. My lips felt swollen and damp from his kisses. I saw his gaze wander down to my breasts, to my flushed nipples as they seemed to glisten in the morning sunlight streaming through the curtains.

I widened the spread of my thighs and sank deeper onto him, rocking against his erection. He curved his hands around my hips and lifted himself into ...

... me, meeting my downward movements with his own upward thrusts.

My mouth dropped open and soft moans left my lips. “That feels so good,” I said, my eyes on him as my cheeks flushed with arousal.

He bent his knees, bringing his thighs up to rest against my rear. I leaned back on him, my hips rotating at a quickened pace as we watched one another. He slid one hand up my inner thigh, caressing my soft skin with his fingertips. He dipped his thumb into my folds and my eyes folded shut as he massaged my clit.

My hips writhed with increased intensity, grinding harder against him in time with his strokes. He dug his heels into the mattress and shoved himself inside me and my breasts swayed as I moved against him. His thumb pressed and caressed, circled my clit and spread my moisture over my slick skin.

“Are you going to come for me?” he asked.

My mouth hung open but no words seemed to come out as I struggled for breath. I simply nodded my head. My belly tightened as his thrusts grew stronger while my thighs gripped him as I rocked against him.

My soft breaths turned to whimpers as it swept over me. I tipped my head back, my curls flowing over my shoulders, my eyes drifting shut as I gripped his arm.

“That’s it,” he said, his voice sounding huskier and deeper.

I arched my back and cried out. I ground my sex on him, pressed my clit against his massaging thumb. My legs trembled, and my belly quivered. I leaned my weight heavily on his thighs as my body shook. My ...