Daisy - Sex Stories

Daisy

... it’s cool.”

“Cool! Pete. Look at it? Look. Wow. I didn’t imagine this. I mean I imagine this all the time, but… I guess I just didn’t believe it could happen. Not truly.”

Pete did as she asked and took a long hard look. Daisy gave him a moment to take in this suite, standing before the open window with the night covering and the room reflected in the glass. Pete looked so good to her. She bit down on her bottom lip. She wanted to get wrapped up in his arms and just enjoy it. Her body was a lightning rod for sensations: joy, happiness, excitement. They churned in her, fueling the heat that warmed her skin. Daisy took a step toward him. Pete’s eyes searched hers and she stopped. She knew her guy. He was wounded. His feelings were hurt. Why? Look at the payoff her flirtation brought.

“Pete, I love you, okay? So much.” Daisy put her hand on his chest. She stepped closer. Her hand glided down his pecs, nice and slow. “We’re getting married tomorrow. Tonight is your last night as a free man.” His eyes lowered to her hand. She touched his jaw with the other and then ran the pad of her thumb over his bottom lip. “Talk to me. How do you want to spend it?”

Pete swept her up into his arms. She grinned. To see her happy did soothe him. But he was angered too, so possessively angry that it made it hard to just go with the flow. She grabbed his face and kissed him. All other thoughts of betrayal flared. He slipped her his tongue; she wrapped her soft thighs around his waist. ...

... Her mouth felt yieldingly, moist, within his kiss. The tentative stroke of her tongue sent the blood rushing to his groin. That was it. He had to have her. Show her.

Pete walked them over to the bed. Daisy dragged her petal soft lips from his hungry kiss to pepper his face with soft kisses, trailing them down his neck. She gave a little gasp when he dropped her on the bed and fell on top of her, giggling. He could make love to her later. Right now, he wanted her. His dick burned and beat out a drumming urgency to get buried deep inside of her. Daisy understood that without his explaining. She undid her red halter. Pete worked the top of her jeans down her curvy hips and the length of her soft brown legs.

“Wanna take a shower? The bathroom has a Jacuzzi tub and a TV.” Daisy giggled. Pete ignored her. He snatched off her panties and threw them aside. He undid his zipper and released himself with a silent grunt. He had no control. She drove him crazy. She always did.

“Pete, c’mon baby. Let’s do it right. Slow down. Don’t….” She tried to flip over and get off the bed and soften his pace. He grabbed her ankle and dragged her over the duvet; she gripped the cover, pulling it with her. He then came up behind her. Immediately, he exhaled from contact with the soft tender cushion of her ass against his hard aching member. Daisy looked back to object. Pete thrust hard into her, reducing her protest to a whimper. She moaned and he covered her to run his tongue up her spine. She ...