Butterfly - Sex Stories

Butterfly

... our lips part, no words are needed. I can see in her face that the time has come and she can't live with just imagination any more. Her hands trace down my back to the hem of my tee shirt and begin to pull it up. I lift my arms and duck my head to let her take it completely off of me. She then throws it across the room with a giddy smile. "I don't think you'll be needing that for a while," she explains.

I give her a quick peck on the lips before I stand up beside the bed. My heart is already racing with anticipation as I fumble with the button and zipper of my jeans. It doesn't help that she's watching me with a hungry gleam in her eyes as she lies fully exposed in front of me. Her body has what I would call the perfect proportions; nothing is extreme, but it all flows together in a shape that drives me wild. It's exactly what I've always imagined, only even better because I can actually see it. She must notice the way my eyes are wandering over her body as she chuckles, "Like what you see?"

I finally get my jeans and underwear off, revealing my naked manhood, which is already very erect. "Yes," I answer (as if the erection didn't already give that away) before I notice something.

"What's this?" I wonder, reaching out to touch it. Hidden beneath a layer of thick (yet clearly controlled) hair between her waist and her wet opening is a tattoo. I move the hair around to see the pattern of the ink and find an image of a butterfly. While I investigate, she pushes ...

... herself up on her elbows. "That's for you," she says, "because you once told me that you think of me as a butterfly. I had them put it where it could be just between us, and if anyone else ever saw it, it would just be a cute tramp stamp."

I look up into her face. "I've been such an idiot," I say, "but not anymore." In a moment I reach under her long, unbound hair to hold her by the neck as I dive forward to kiss her. I leave one hand to rub her soaking crotch and she moans into my kiss. I lie down next to her on my stomach and begin to kiss other parts of her. I stretch myself to kiss her neck and then pull her nearest breast up to my mouth. The taste of her skin is just like the smell I found on her panties.

As I rub her slit and kiss her body, she moans and sighs in pleasure. "It feels so much better when you do it," she whines. "Your mouth on my boob, I could never do that for myself. It feels so good."

Without letting up on her soft breast, I slip a finger into her. She squeals in delight and reaches down to take my hand. "Let me show you where to go," she says. She puts my thumb on the bud at the top of her slit and has me put another finger into her, pushing the fingers up into herself by the knuckles until she moans, "Right there. Go." I rub her in the places she's indicated, squeezing the soft, warm flesh from both inside and outside. Her back lifts off the bed as she sighs.

Even through all the lust I'm demonstrating, I can't help but feel glad that she's ...