Butterfly - Sex Stories

Butterfly

... enjoying my efforts. I love her and I want her to be happy. So, as she braces her feet on the bed and grinds against my hand, I gently take her head in the other hand and kiss her once more. The loving tenderness of the kiss contrasts with the vigorous lust of my fingering but putting the two together seems to convey all my complicated feelings for her.

As I set her head back on the pillow, she looks up at me in a way that tells me she understands the mix of emotions I'm sharing with her. I see how deeply she loves me but also the flame of carnal pleasure I'm fanning down below. Suddenly, she closes her eyes as her body contracts, and she screams my name again. I feel a blast of liquid against my hand as she orgasms hard.

It takes her a minute to come down from her second orgasm of the night. "You know I wasn't planning on touching myself earlier," she confesses to me. "I got out of the shower and there was only the one towel, so I had to use that one, and it smelled like you in the best way. Then after I dried off I came and laid down on the bed and the bed smelled like you too. By the time I realized I was touching myself, I was too horny to stop."

I chuckle. "I had something similar earlier. I was bringing everything down to the laundry and your underwear was at the top of the pile. It still smelled like you so I spent like a minute rubbing my face on it."

She giggles. "Did you notice it was a matched set?"

"Matched? Huh, I guess it was."

"I always wear ...

... matched underwear when I have plans with you. Just in case," she explains.

"How many sets do you have?" I wonder.

"A few. Why, do you want to see all of them?" she teases in response.

"That's not what I meant, but yes." She giggles at my answer. "I just think we see each other too much for you to get by with just one set of just-in-case underwear." Suddenly my mind returns to the task I had left behind in the basement. "I never started the dryer," I realize.

"Was I really that loud earlier?"

"No, I was coming up to ask if your underwear could go in the dryer."

"Oh. No, those need to hang dry."

"I thought that might be the case. I guess it's a good thing I came up to ask." I smile, hinting at a second meaning to my words.

"I'm happy with the results, too." She coos.

I stand up. "I should probably go take care of the dryer," I announce, "but should I come back after?"

"Oh, yes," she answers. "I'm not even close to being done with you. So hurry back." I notice that she's staring straight at my junk as she speaks.

I hurry through the house, almost running in my haste to return to her. I start the dryer and hang her underwear up to dry. Before I head back up, I pause just long enough to place a quick kiss on her thong where I estimate her mound would sit. I can't explain why, it just seems like something I should do. Then I rush back up the stairs to my bedroom where she's waiting. In my bed. Naked. For me.

The rapid movement has me breathing ...