The Lonely Salesman. Chapter Two Part Two - Sex Stories

The Lonely Salesman. Chapter Two Part Two

... lips.”

He moved his hips down my body, leaned down to kiss me, and shared the taste he had given me a moment before. As our mouths met, his tongue parted my lips, and he sucked my tongue clean of the remaining salty cum he found there.

Sliding further down, he lay down beside me and continued to kiss and lick my face. Each time he found some more, he brought it to my lips with his.

We kissed like that until there was no more cum to share. Once he had cleaned me, his kisses lingered longer and longer on my mouth. Our passion, our lust, our total fulfillment with each other, growing with each kiss.

He held me close to him, warming my body and heart with his touch. What had been such a lustful lovemaking session was quickly turning into a gentle, tender period of snuggling and cuddling. I love the feeling this gives me, and I am becoming increasingly used to Philly's way of being intimate.

We had made passionate love, and now we were enjoying the afterglow of our efforts. My feelings for Philly were growing with each passing moment. I could feel my heart and soul becoming one with him. I wonder if he was feeling those same feelings.

I kissed him tenderly on the mouth and asked, “Philly, can ...

... I sleep with you tonight and wake in your arms again tomorrow?”

He smiled and tenderly brushed my hair back from my eyes before he responded.

"Nothing could make me happier." He responded. "I want to fall asleep tonight with you in my arms and wake up in the morning with your warmth next to me."

I wanted to tell him that I was quickly falling in love with him and having thoughts I'd never had about a man before. We've only known each other briefly and shared intimate moments for less than forty-eight hours. But my feelings for this incredible man grew stronger with each passing second.

I decided to keep those feelings to myself for now. I would have trouble hiding them for very long, though. I hoped he was feeling the same thing. The same deep affection, the same love I was feeling.

He kissed me one final time that second night, reassuring me he felt the same about me. As I lay there in my lover's bed, snuggled against his warm body, I looked at his face. His eyes were closed, his breathing was shallow, and he had entered a restful, peaceful sleep. I touched his cheek and lay my head on his shoulder. Closing my eyes, I let myself relax and joined my love, my Philly, in a deep, peaceful sleep.