Your Voice, My Hand - Sex Stories

Your Voice, My Hand

... that bed with you!"

The closer I got to orgasm, the more brazen I became. "I want to feel your cock deep inside me!" My clit was swollen beneath my fingertips. The sensation was almost too intense, but I refused to stop or even slow down. "I want to see your face the moment you come." My lust was raw and primal, and the sounds you made grew feral as well.

"You won't ask me to pull out?" I knew by the catch in your voice that you were confessing something which made you wild but also ashamed.

"I promise I won't!" I sounded utterly submissive, and at that moment I was. My thighs began shaking while I felt an uncoiling of all tension in my body. That second of relaxation occurred just before a fierce climax gripped me and pulled every muscle taut. Even my cries were strained.

"Yes, yes, that's it, baby!" you panted. "You're gonna make me come inside that tight, wet pussy!"

"Please!" I managed to beg while my cunt spasmed. It was as if I had your cock inside me and was trying to milk you of every drop. The rhythmic contractions continued as you reached your own release. I reveled in your every gasp and groan.

When my orgasm began to subside, my clit became too tender for any more stimulation. I shivered beneath the covers, still twitching a little from the aftershocks. I could hear your breathing slowly return to normal. "That was fucking intense!" you said. I was afraid to respond for several moments. I feared you'd immediately regret what we'd just done. ...

... Before tonight, we'd never even flirted, and because of me, things had moved unbelievably fast. If I hadn't mentioned masturbating, our conversation would have remained platonic. Or was tonight inevitable? I wondered. Was it the culmination of all our pent-up desire? "Are you okay, Justine?" I heard the worry in your voice.

"I'm fantastic," I quickly replied. "You made me come so fucking hard!"

"I've made quite the mess here!" You chuckled, and I imagined you looking down at the semen on your skin. "I even got a little on my neck!"

"I wish I was there to help clean you up," I murmured. "Better yet, I wish all that cum was inside me right now."

You growled from deep in your throat again. "Do you know how goddamn sexy you are? It's been... a long time since I was that excited."

I couldn't help but beam at this revelation, though I knew it meant your marriage was far from perfect. You deserved to be happy, Paul; I always wanted that for you. I understood you loved your wife. But if she didn't satisfy you in all the ways you hoped for, I longed to try to fill that void in your life, even if I had to do it from a thousand miles away.

After that night, we became far more open with each other. As the furtive texts and phone calls continued, I basked in your affection. We never discussed the right and wrong of it, or the fact that you had to hide what you were doing. I told myself we were doing no harm; you would never leave your wife, and I would never expect you ...