Here's To The Place We First Met - Sex Stories

Here's To The Place We First Met

... reach around the back of my neck, pulling me closer and simultaneously deepening our kisses, it stirs up everything in me.

She grabs my wrist, pulls herself onto my lap, straddling me, and wraps my arms tightly around her waist. Her weight in my lap and her hungry kisses cause me to lose all inhibitions, and I rip her jacket down over her arms and throw it on the seat next to us.

Grabbing her waist, my fingers dig into the fabric of the dress. The warmth of her skin beneath it soothes me and riles me up all the same. It’s greedy, bordering on desperate, as I grab and pull at her. I can't feel her enough, can’t have her close enough.

Her elevated breathing and leaning in close to me let me know she feels the same. Her hands work down over my chest as she unbuttons my shirt. It seems she decides not to bother with it, as she suddenly rips the rest of the shirt open, buttons shooting everywhere.

“Sorry,” she mumbles shortly.

But I just pull her close again, pressing my lips against hers. I don’t mind. At all. It was kind of hot, really.

My hands trail up her thighs, my fingers leaving red lines behind. I reach around her thighs and further up until my hands cup each of those perfect domes that are her soft ass-cheeks. I press the tip of my fingers down and in between her ass and her panties.

She moans into my mouth as I dig into the warm softness. Grabbing two good handfuls, I can’t resist guiding her hips in a slow roll, making her pantie-covered pussy ...

... slide first up and then down over my erection. It leaves me winded and with a frantic, beating heart.

I wrap an arm around the small of her back, holding her in place as my other hand searches down past her ass and in between her legs. But her pussy needs no preparation today. She is just as ready as I am. Nonetheless, I can’t resist. I slide a finger in between her wet lips and back until I find her entrance, wet and warm.

To my satisfaction, a soft moan vibrates against my lips as I sink two fingers into her pussy. Her moan radiates vulnerability but also greed. She presses herself down against the palm of my hand. Grinding against it. I’m more than happy to oblige, and I slide my fingers in and out.

Reaching as deep as I can, I curl my fingers the way that makes her toes curl, and her fingers grab onto me tight.

Her hips start to move in my embrace, dancing perfectly with my fingers. The way her lips disappear from mine as her head leans back with a deep, warm sigh is a sign of her total surrender to the pleasure swirling in her body.

I reach down her back with my other hand, feeling the fabric of her panties. Cotton. Easy. I stretch it between my hands and easily force a finger through the fabric and tear them apart and off her body. She makes quick work of my belt and jeans, pushing them down around my knees.

Her lips are back on mine, and her tongue is stirring up a hectic dance with mine. She reaches down between us, and the second her fingers wrap around ...