A Late Night To Remember - Sex Stories

A Late Night To Remember

... like a dick all day.”

He puts a hand to his chest looking mock hurt, “I’m sorry I came off like that. Sometimes I get in my head thinking, and forget how I come off to other people. Let me help you with whatever you have left so I can make it up to you.”

I tell him what I have left to do, and we move the rest of the boxes to the storage room in silence. I can feel how close he is to me, even when he isn’t that close. It's slowly driving me crazy.“Am I imagining this or can he feel it too??”

We’re on our last trip to the storage room, I’m trying to put containers on the top shelf when I feel Dion come up behind me and put his hand on the small of my back.

“Here, let me help you with that,” as he takes the load out of my hands and puts it on the top shelf with ease, leaving me with a good view of his toned body. I don’t think it was until he returned to his regular height that I realized how close we were standing. I guess I was supposed to step out of the way once he took the containers, but I was a bit distracted.

He has a lean and muscular build, locs pulled into a low ponytail that stops inches past his shoulders, an even dark brown skin tone, a pronounced jaw line and eyes that stare deeply into mine whenever he looks at me.

We try moving out of each other’s way, and after a few failed attempts of us moving in the same direction; I put my hand on his arm. As soon as my hand made contact with him, I feel an energy surge through us. He looks down at me ...

... and stops moving.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have touched you. Um, thanks for your help,” I said as I move out of his way and head for the door. He grabs me by the arm, turns me around, and pulls me into him. He holds me there for what felt like forever before he spoke.

“Leena, I’ve been seeing you around for weeks now and I could never catch your eye. My God, you smell delicious. I thought you were ignoring me, but then today, I don’t know, I just felt this energy. If this is all in my head let me know and I’ll stop,” he says in a low husky voice.

I quickly cut him off. “No, it’s not in your head,” was all I could get out. Being this close to him, being able to smell his cologne and a slight smell of sweat, starts messing with my head. I search his face trying to guess what he was thinking. Staring back at me, he slowly leans down and kisses me.

He was gentle at first, taking his time, a small moan slips out and Dion slides his tongue into my mouth. but eventually his kisses grow deeper and deeper. He used one hand to hold the back of my neck and his other is still firmly holding my waist to his. I move my hands across his back and neck, pausing to play in his hair at the nape of his neck. We keep going like that for what felt like forever. Both of us exploring each other’s bodies with our hands, his touch is so firm and gentle at the same time. I don’t know how he does it, but the way he’s gripping my ass and taking small nibbles at my neck has my panties ...