His Touch - Sex Stories

His Touch

... She wanted to feel the pinch and pull as each nipple was squeezed and stretched between his finger and thumb.

The lightness of his touch did not end.

I knew my nipples were firm and hard. I knew my aerolas were puckered and waiting to be sucked into his hot and wet mouth.

But, he was in total control.

His finger followed every curve of my body. I had no feelings of shame or self-consciousness with him. He had told me over and over that he loved and wanted my body. Every curve, every scar, and every part. I believed him and gave him what he wanted. I gave myself over to him.

I knew he was teasing me when he drug his finger down my tummy, circled my belly button, ran it along the top of my pubic area then down the top of my leg.

My slight thrusts were more than hinting that I was ready for his finger to explore my wetness. He knew how to read my slightest movements and give me what I wanted without saying a word. There were times he did not realize I wanted what was he was giving me until the orgasm surprisingly surfaced and threw me into a world of erotic bliss.

When he ran his finger down the top of my leg and across the top of my foot, U knew he was teasing me now.

I opened my legs for him as tried to attempt to lure him into giving me more than a touch.

He was a master.

His touch travelled up my other leg and outlined my pubic area once again.

I was trimmed and had what some would call a landing strip. Oh, how I wanted him to touch me ...

... more.

His finger started at the bud and he allowed it to add more pressure as I arched my back again and pushed harder against his finger.

The circling of my clit and then rubbing it on the right side caused me to grip the bed with both hands as an orgasm slowly rose and exploded without warning. I loved seeing how my body and movements caused him to rub my clit harder and faster. I yearned for the moment when he would be moaning and buried deep inside me.

I did not know that he was studying me each time we played in front of one another. He studied me so that when he touched me, he knew what I liked. He would know how to touch me so I would be pleased.

He never disappointed.

I lifted my legs and opened them wide. His finger slid in, curled, and reached my "yummy spot". He had named my g-spot my "yummy spot" because of all the yummy noises I made when it was stimulated.

My moans and cries filled the stillness of the room as he pleasured me. His groans and moans of pleasing accompanied to form a duet of ecstasy.

My feet rested on the bed as he withdrew his finger and positioned his body between my legs.

He leaned down and kissed my lips.

"Open your eyes babydoll."

I obeyed.

He saw the smile form on my face as his head entered my wet lips.

I saw the animal appear in his eyes as I dug my fingers into his back. As soon as I saw the animal in him arise I knew he would not be holding back. He grabbed my legs, placed them over his shoulders, and began ...