Then it Dawned on Me Ch. 06 - Sex Stories

Then it Dawned on Me Ch. 06

... dam holding back my want and desire for her broke, and it all rushed to my balls in the form of a giant load of cum with her name on it.

I squeezed my cock trying to alleviate the pain of how hard I was when I heard a noise on the other side of my door. My eyes shot open and my head whipped to the door, thong hanging from my nose, and was relieved when I saw that it was still closed. Had I moaned? Did I say her name? I was off in a whole other world. Or, was she checking to see if her gift had been received... She had made a move and I felt emboldened by it.

"Baby? You need something?" I asked before I realized I was still holding her panties. I stuffed them under my pillow and tucked my cock into the waistband of my pants. I strode to the door and opened it, trying to catch her spying on me. She was walking fast down the hall, away from my door like she was the one who'd been caught.

"No, I'm fine. I was just wondering when dinner would be ready. I'm getting hungry." She said over her shoulder, not looking at me as she continued walking. She's in over her head. She was all cocky and confident when her mother was here and it was just teasing, but now...

"I was just changing. I'll get started now."

I was whisking the sauce when I felt firm full breasts graze my back. A slender arm reached out to my right and grabbed my glass of wine by the stem and it disappeared.

"Deception is not your strong suit, sweetheart." Giggles echoed in the glass and warmed my ...

... insides. She set the glass back down where it was and stepped out from behind me. "Get yourself a glass."

"Really!?" Her eyes lit up as she asked.

"Just one." She reached up in the cabinet next to me and retrieved another glass which she set next to mine. She filled both of our glasses and watched me cook, staying uncomfortably close to me. I glanced out the corner of my eye at her every move. The way she leaned on the counter, the way she stuck her braless tits out at me, the way she watched my hands work and her little appreciative moans at the smells filling the kitchen, made me hot.

I was in deep. I wasn't going to push it. If she wanted it, she'd have to let me know, but I was ready for her. A looping reel of her thong, her nipples, her lips, her eyes with this new dirty look in them, her bared skin, her pretending to be innocent touches, was playing in my head. I wanted her, desperately, and with all of that going on in my head there wasn't a single brain cell left to tell me I shouldn't.

I dipped my middle finger in the sauce to get a taste. On its way to my mouth, her hand intercepted it. She stared into my eyes, as she put my finger in her mouth and tongued it clean. She continued licking and sucking at it, trying to turn me on. Her inexperience at thinking she needed to be overly seductive was endearing, as if she didnt know what she already did to me without trying. It was working though, I was rock hard and looking for her green light. She moaned softly and ...