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

Here's To The Place We First Met

... and her breasts close to me. I leave a gentle bite around her nipple, and the moan is yanked from her mouth faster than ever before.

I continue to pull gasps and moans from her mouth as I venture between her perfect breasts and hard nipples. I am licking, sucking, and biting them until they are nearly drenched with my saliva. My hot breath trails down over them every time she slides back and forth on my cock.

Her hips roll in heavenly waves, crashing against me, leaving an onset rising. At this point, it doesn’t matter how slow or fast she moves; every inch of me is burning with heavenly sensations. Jane isn’t late to pick up on it, and she increases her speed as she reaches back and supports one hand on my knee.

I whimper at the merciless sensation that grows more intense by the second. Her rolling hips are now a never-ending dance, and my hands desperately cling onto her thighs as my knees press into the backs of the front seats, nearly going insane over this constant, high pleasure that only climbs and climbs.

As pleasure wraps Jane’s body in its folds as well, her legs start shaking. Her moans turn to whimpers, and she's breathing hiccups as she slides back and forth on me. Something I recognize very easily.

I quickly reach a hand up into the back of her hair and pull her to me, keeping her lips pressed to mine as we both feel the sensation gather. My hand turns to a fist in her hair as I feel it descend on me.

Our lips lean slack against each ...

... other, our breaths slamming together in soundless moans as we feel it climb and climb each time we meet at the hips. Then Jane utters a long, loud moan, and I feel her pussy pulsate around my cock.

She rolls her hips in deep, quick motions. Faster and faster, harder and harder until my body too tenses and I cum with such a rush, I stop breathing for several seconds. My hand grips tightly at her hair, while she makes sure not a single molecule of mine or hers is left unstimulated.

Her hips now move gently over and over, until I finally manage to breathe out and my whole body relaxes. My head leans back against the seat as I pant heavily.

After a few seconds, I manage to lift my arms and reach around Jane, pulling her to me. I can feel her breasts press against my chest as she too breathes heavily. As always, she looks amazing with the flushed cheeks and lips and the slightly tangled hair.

“Are you okay?” she whispers, her fingers caressing my damp skin and press against my throbbing pulse.

I need to swallow a few times to get my dry throat and mouth working.

“We should go to the movies more often.”

It quickly gets chilly, and I pull my shirt around me, then remember that most of its buttons are spread out around the car’s interior.

“Are you okay?” I now ask her, concerned that she will get cold.

She huffs with a small smile, shaking her head at my worrisome heart.

“I’m perfect,” she promises.

I nod my head with a smile. Yes, she is.