The Next Morning - Sex Stories

The Next Morning

... moaned loudly, small tears of pleasure running down my cheeks as I trusted myself against his stiff form. Though the angle was different, he again trusted in, with his mouth and hands occupied.

He lowered me back, my arms wrapped around him as we rocked back and forth, my hair splayed like a magnificent halo. Then, with one extreme push, he found my spot, and I saw stars.

His trust was becoming increasingly fast, and he was letting out a pent-up rage I didn’t know he even had. He was marking my whole body like his, unconsciously, he was torturing me as he warmed me up, he would stop his fast movements to increase again later. We locked eyes, and he leaned forward, giving me a small lick and kissing me deeper as we both shuddered with pleasure.

“Aaaah” I exclaimed in a clear voice as he kept touching my spot, making me whimper. We stayed in the same position as he kept pushing into me, not ever looking away from each other’s eyes. Unexpectedly, my climax reached fast and powerful, and I knew he had been teetering on the edge of climax, and was sent tumbling after me, driven by the euphoric sound I created. His orgasm followed shortly after, slipping from his lips in a loud moan as he came out of me.

He fell forward, his head falling onto my heaving chest as his hand fell away from my body. Closing his eyes, he slowly began to crawl up to lay next to me. He reached behind himself and groped blindly for the blanket that usually lay closed by. When he found it, he dragged it over us. We lay in silence, enveloped in each other’s embrace. After a few minutes, I spoke aloud, “Now you need to give me time to recover” He looked at me with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous look in his eyes.

"That's what you thought beautiful, I can't keep my hands off you for too long."