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

Bee's Story, My Story Ch. 14

... opened my eyes a little just in time to see him stop in his tracks in my doorway. "God that's an incredible sight." He said softly.

I fought the urge to roll my eyes. "What? A freshly fucked girl on the bed, still flushed and sweaty while your cum sits inside her?" I rattled off.

"That's definitely part of it." He laughed, before closing the distance between us and offering me a glass of water.

"Thank you." I mumbled, sitting up slightly and taking it from him, drinking half of it immediately.

"Are you okay?" He asked, sitting down next to me. His cock was hard again, and I didn't fail to notice him quickly glance between my legs.

"I'm okay. I don't think I've ever been fucked like that though. It was REALLY good. But... I definitely can't go again if that's what you were wondering."

He looked down at his hard on. "Oh, yeah sorry, I can't help it seeing you like this." Admittedly, that made my heart flutter and my insides ache again. But I could barely move.

"Why don't you come over here and lay down, and I'll take care of you." I offered, softly.

"Bee, you don't have to do anything, that was way more than enough. I promise I'm okay. I have to go soon anyway." He started to protest.

I reached back and fluffed up my pillow before laying back on it and caressing my boobs with my hands. I looked at him expectantly. "Are you sure I can't do anything for you before you go?"

He groaned and checked the time on my phone. "Okay, but... only because you ...

... said you needed help with those." He said, gesturing toward my chest. I rocked my shoulders playfully to make them sway. He walked around the bed and crawled to me, laying across it and over my ribs before leaning over and taking my left breast to his lips.

"Hmmmm" I hummed peacefully. I could have fallen asleep again to the feeling of closeness, and the warmth that spreads through me when he nurses from me. I was feeling exhausted and achey as it was after the thorough fucking he'd just given me. He didn't tease me with his tongue, I think he could sense I was too tired to get horny again, instead he just drank from me. I lazily dragged my fingertips up and down his side, slowly falling into that nurturing instinct that washes over me when we do this, until the back of my hand bumped into his hard on. My eyes opened up again and I instinctively wrapped my hand around his shaft, slowly stroking him.

He moaned against me, and moved up slightly so he could reach my other breast. It gave me a better angle to pump him, so I slowly but firmly did so, occasionally teasing his head by turning my fist, twisting my fingertips, and causing his dick to tense as I neared the very tip. Every once in a while he would moan or his breath would catch as he continued to suckle from me. I found a steady rhythm and did my best to hold it despite how tired I was, and the fact that I wasn't using my dominant hand.

Before long he had successfully emptied me, he gave my nipples gentle kisses ...