Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 14 - Sex Stories

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 14

... milk leak between my fingers, and warm drips rolling down my stomach and toward my hips. If my milk reached his mouth down there, he gave no indication, he just kept enthusiastically lapping at my pussy, as if drinking from me as I gushed for him. His hands held my ass to keep me still as he ate me out until I had to separate us because my clit became too sensitive.

I backed up until I was straddling his ribs and planted my hands on the bed above his head. I looked down at him as I caught my breath and saw him licking his lips. His face was glistening from his nose to his chin, and he looked incredibly pleased with himself. I dropped to my elbows so I could kiss him, it made my heart race, tasting myself on his face, so I ended up playfully kissing around his cheeks and his chin while he squirmed under me.

I stopped and looked at him. "You know I could have smothered you to death right?"

He gave me a cocky smile and replied with, "They say he died doing what he loved."

I gently slapped the side of his face and rolled my eyes. "Thank you though... that was. Hmm. Satisfactory." I said, feigning that it was nothing special before laughing at his mock offended face. I sat up and looked behind me to see he was hard, and walked backward on my knees until I could pin his cock under me. I could feel his thickness, the underside of his shaft wedged between my lips, and I rocked in place, gliding my slit along his length. He put his hands on my thighs and rolled his head ...

... back.

I felt my clit drag against him at one point and winced, still SLIGHTLY too sensitive, so I reached between us and held him steady as I moved my hips forward, and tilted them forward. I felt my tongue stick out a little as I concentrated on lining us up, feeling my entrance barely kissing his tip. I closed my eyes and readied myself as I pushed my hips back and felt myself stretch open for him. I panted as I relaxed myself enough to get over his head and sighed with relief the second I felt it pop inside. He made a satisfied moan, and I kept pushing my hips back.

Eventually I got to what I'm figuring must be the halfway point, when I typically have to stop and let myself adjust to him. I winced as I rocked myself on him a little bit to open myself up. I could feel my tits rocking as I moved, and my eyes shot open as I felt his hands close on them and keep them still. We looked at each other for a second, intense and humorless, as I started to push my hips back more.

In time, I made it to the end, powering through the small orgasm that always seems to hit me as I take him. When I was able to rest my hips on him I sat for a bit to let my orgasm fade and finish adjusting to accommodate him. I leaned forward and let my breasts squash against his chest as I kissed him. After a bit, he held me firmly by the waist, and pulled me to him as he thrust up into me. It was kind of hot, I mean it definitely felt good, but it was like he couldn't wait and needed to rut against ...