Your Voice, My Hand - Sex Stories

Your Voice, My Hand

... And Paul, he was so quiet when fucking me. I craved your moans and grunts, your sighs and gasps. I longed to hear all those dirty things you never hesitated to say. I felt Ben's hot skin beneath my palms, felt his hard cock inside me, and yet it was as if an impenetrable wall existed between us.

I faked an orgasm, and he climaxed quickly afterward. He was careful pulling out and discarding the condom. When he drew me into his arms, I tried not to squirm. I wasn't used to being held; I certainly wasn't used to sleeping next to someone. Maybe he sensed my discomfort, for he didn't try to spend the night. I gave him a chaste kiss at the door, and we said goodbye while wearing those same polite smiles, both of us knowing we'd never do this again.

I changed the sheets, then took a long, hot shower before I texted you:It's probably too late to talk, but I'm in bed before midnight like a good girl.

You called immediately. "How did your date go?" Your voice was quiet, cautious. You weren't sure what you were permitted to ask.

"It was fine," I said. My gaze fell upon the drawing you'd given me. "Ben's a nice guy, but he's not you, Paul."

"Justine." You spoke my name with such emotion that I had to fight back tears. "I'm so sorry I've been an asshole. Maybe you're right and it's some kind of midlife crisis, but I promise I will never again jeopardize what we have."

"This is enough for you?" I grew tense waiting for your answer.

"I swear it's enough. I won't ask ...

... you for more. I was just so afraid I'd lost you for good."

"While Ben was fucking me tonight, I only thought of you," I confessed. "I need to hear your voice. I need you to tell me what to do."

Your breathing quickened, letting me know my request excited you. "Slide a hand between your thighs, sweetheart. Circle a fingertip around your clit, but don't touch it yet."

As I obeyed your instructions, I heard you lubing up your cock. The sound made me moan, eager for more. "I'm already so wet for you!"

"Taste yourself," you urged. You stroked slowly at first, but when I slid my fingers between my lips and moaned louder, your pace grew more fervent. "You like the taste of that sweet pussy, Justine?"

"Yes! And I love how dirty it makes me feel that I enjoy it so much."

"Oh, I'm going to make you feel a lot dirtier tonight." Your voice was guttural. "I'm so hard and ready to slide into your wet cunt. I want your legs wrapped around me while I thrust deep. I'm going to hold you down and give you every inch!"

Imagining you restraining me made my hips rock. "But we have to be careful," I moaned while rubbing my swollen clit. "You know I'm not on the pill, and I'm in the middle of my cycle right now, so you can't come inside me!" I made my voice pleading and submissive. This was a fantasy you'd only hinted at before, and I wanted to explore it fully tonight.

My words had you panting. "But you feel so good around my cock, baby! I don't know if I can make myself pull ...