Butterfly - Sex Stories

Butterfly

... hard by the time I arrive and I can't tell whether my heart is in overdrive because of the exertion or because of what I know is waiting for me. Either way, my erection is already starting up again before I see her sitting up on the edge of the bed. Her naked body and the expectation in her eyes as she looks at me turn me on completely.

I close the door and return to the bedside, kneeling on the floor beside her (because I don't really know how to approach this situation. Do you think a guy who had given up on finding someone to want him would be experienced?). She smiles at me and leans down to kiss me. Then I move in front of her as she moves her thighs just far enough apart that I can see her opening. I lean into the space, planting a passionate, tonguey kiss on her slit.

"That feels good," she sighs, "but that's not what I want right now. Get up here. I've waited longer than I should have for this night, and I don't want to wait any longer."

I rise slowly, kissing her body along the way until I find her lips and she wraps her hands around my head, pulling me down onto the mattress with her. As I see the unrestrained passion burning in her eyes, I take her thighs in my hands and lift her legs up onto the bed, then climb up over her.

"This would be the worst possible moment to wake up," I joke as I align myself with her nether lips.

"Don't you dare wake up and leave me alone here," she jokes back.

"Don't worry. I'm pretty sure even if this is a dream, we ...

... fell asleep on the sofa. I would wake you up so we could do this anyway."

"Maybe we should try the sofa sometime," she suggests.

"Sure, but for now let's just do it here."

"Well then, what are you waiting for?"

"Sorry, it's just—I'm nervous. I've never done this before."

She sighs as she smiles up at me. "I haven't either. But I've made up my mind that I want you. So let's—" she puts her hands decisively on my hips— "do this." She pulls my pelvis forward, bringing me into her. Once the first inch is in, she stops, throwing her head back to sigh, "This is already better than fingers." Then she looks at me. "You can keep going from here, right?"

"Yeah. But isn't it supposed to hurt? You don't look like—"

"That's not how it works," she cuts me off. "Some people do get that, but sex isn't the only way for it to break. Mine broke a couple years ago with a tampon and I hardly even noticed."

"Oh. I guess that explains it. In that case—"

I push further into her, watching her face for any sign of discomfort, but all she gives me is a look that seems to beg for more. Soon, my entire length is inside her and she relaxes with a comfortable smile.

"Are you ready?" I check with her.

"Go," she nearly begs.

I pull back until the head is starting to come back out of her, then push quickly all the way back in. She howls beneath me. We're only starting, and she's enjoying this as loudly as her last two orgasms.

"More," she actually begs this time. "It feels ...