Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 13 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 13

... his fingers inside me as he tongued my clit, pushing it up with the tip of his tongue and rolling it side to side. I could hear how wet I was, even between our combined breathing and my soft moans. I opened my eyes and looked down at him, it was admittedly weird still, to see his face looking back up to me from between my legs, but at the same time, completely captivating. This was never supposed to happen, I was supposed to be one of those forbidden fruits he could never taste, and here he was lapping me up like his last meal. The thought made my skin tingle, and my body once again craved more.

"Can you use another finger?" I asked, my voice unexpectedly low and breathy. He nodded against me, and I felt him extract his fingers from me, rolling them between my lips, before returning to my opening. He slowly pushed them back into me, this time thicker, I tensed as I felt them stretching me, a dull ache building between my legs.

"Fuck, Bee.... it's a tight fit..." he commented, but didn't stop. He pushed them as far as they could go, and I let my walls flare around him, getting used to the slight increase in size. I knew I'd always worked my pelvic floor to keep it strong, but I'm pretty sure that combined with the past few years of not having anything too substantial inside of me, didn't help. I didn't get a chance to say anything in response before he started pumping the three fingers into me. He wasn't able to get as deep like this, or wiggle his fingers at all, but ...

... the feeling was still incredible. I fell back flat on the couch as I let him fuck his fingers into me however he pleased, until he was causing my whole body to rock in place. Fuck this, I was ready.

"Do you want to..." I asked into the air, looking up at the ceiling as I felt his hand slow against me.

"...Really?" He asked, his voice low and shaky. He sounded so serious and anxious it was kind of hot. I wish I had been looking to see his face at that moment, but I did look back at him to nod my head.

"Oh-fuck. Okay-" he nodded back. I sat up and slid off the couch onto the floor, straddling his legs as I pressed my body against him. I leaned to kiss against his neck as I found the bottom of his shirt and lifted it up and overhead, tossing it behind me onto the couch. I backed off of him and to the side, sitting on the carpet with my legs spread in front of him, as he turned to face me and stood, sliding his pants down his legs. It felt like he was towering over me, with his hard on held back by his boxer briefs, looking like they could split at the seams at any moment with how hard he was.

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband, but then he stopped. "Oh- Just a second!" He said, and then stepped over me to rush into his room. I heard crinkly plastic and some sort of rummaging and tearing, before he came back out into the living room, completely naked(!), condom in hand, his sizeable cock bobbing stiffly in front of him. I almost laughed, because I wasn't expecting ...