The Next Morning - Sex Stories

The Next Morning

... my neck. His body began to press itself against my own. The gentle, almost star-struck way this man kissed me made me fall in love with this man over and over again. His eyes glassed with lust for me. He looked at me again while he kneaded my breasts. Suddenly, he found himself attached quite intensely to my lips. He obliged him as he broke away from me breathlessly. “Tell me if it hurts,” he murmured, knowing I would still be sore from last night's event, placing one of his fingers against my entrance. I nodded and, slowly, he pushed his finger into me, eliciting a strained moan from my lips.

Once he was inside as far as he could go, he curled the end of his fingers slightly, causing me to gasp quite audibly. He pulled his hand back but didn’t remove his finger, but added a second finger and pushed back in, drawing a high-pitched moan from me. Twisting his fingers around, he began moving them away out and in slowly. I groaned, pushing myself more into his touch as the man added another digit.

He looked at me before placing his mouth against my clit, and a big gasp excepted my lips. He looked at me. Panting and stretched, sighing at the feeling he was giving me. He drew his hand up and down his cock, groaning under his breath and trying to prevent himself from getting lost. He shuddered when he forced himself to remove his hand, he placed a hand on my hip and used the other to stroke the curve of my waist, attempting to soothe me. He knew that I knew what was coming ...

... next.

“Tell me to stop.” He started, his voice heavy with lust. “If I’m hurting you let me know” I nodded softly, and he began to slowly, carefully push himself into me, gasping aloud at how tight I was and making me let out a long, languid moan, arching my back on the couch as he pushed his length further into me.

One of his hands gripped my hip as the other pressed itself flush against my back, almost forcing me upwards more while holding me stable. Every time he came in me, I surprised myself at how big he was and could fill me up totally.

The fingers pressing into my hip the pale flesh of my hip loosened for a moment when he began to pull himself backwards. Then, he pressed back down harder as he thrust forward.

I cried, grabbing at his arm to steady myself. He drew out again and trusted, pushing in and out with increasing speed. We are both moaning and groaning. He leaned forward, pressing kisses to my neck and down my chest. My cries and moans of pleasure began to occur more frequently and with less time between them until they were nearly mimics of my panting breath. His breathing was ragged and groans often escaped his lips. His fingers connected at my clit, playing with it, and at the surprising, unexpected contact, my breath caught up, making me let out a small whimper, half moan.

He brought me closer to him, close enough to gain access once again to my neck, but instead of the now delightfully bruised skin, he scraped his teeth along my shoulder. I ...