Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Two - Sex Stories

Dianna’s Awakening Chapter Two

... stand before him. Mercifully, Jerry finally hooked his fingers in the waistband of my panties and slowly began peeling them off my loins. As he drew them down my thighs, he looked up at me and smiled, "You must be sopping wet inside," He remarked after noticing the wet spot where my panties had covered my labia.

I stepped out of the moist garment, and Jerry gathered it into one hand; as he lifted the fabric toward his face, he smiled again and said, "I love the scent of a woman."

As he smelled my panties, Jerry stood up, and then I watched intently as he pressed the wet spot against his nose and mouth. He inhaled deeply and slowly licked the material, savoring my aroma and the taste of my flow.

He added my wet panties to the pile of clothes and stepped back. We were completely naked, his rock-hard cock standing at perfect attention, the tip nearly touching his abdomen. Together, we memorized the images of our naked bodies.

I smiled and reminded him of something I'd pleaded for just after I let his cock slip from my oral grasp, "Fuck me," I again pleaded.

He stepped forward, then bent down and lifted me off my feet, one arm under my legs and the other around my back; I circled his neck with my arms, and he carried me across the living room, down a short hall, and into his bedroom.

I felt like a virgin bride about to consummate with her lover. His bed was covered with a light blue comforter, and as he gently placed me on the bed, the fabric enveloped my ...

... body. I lifted my head from the pillow and spread my hair evenly around my head. Jerry had moved to the foot of the bed and stood there momentarily studying my reclined form. I moved my hands to my breasts and began rolling my erect nipples between my fingers. He smiled, seeing me pleasure myself. To further entice him to action, I spread my legs and bent my knees so that he could mount and give me what I craved most; his big rock-hard cock.

"Please fuck me," I begged.

Jerry slowly crawled toward me, his eyes fixed on the target I'd provided. My mind raced, and my body quivered with anticipation of feeling him inside me, of feeling his rock-hard cock fill me.

I hadn't begged enough because as his head hovered over my wide-open loins, Jerry stretched his legs out and lay down on his stomach between my legs. He was going to pleasure me with his mouth, something I had never allowed my husband to do before he impaled me with his cock.

Jerry turned his head to the right and began kissing the silky-smooth flesh of my inner thigh with a devilish grin on his lips. He licked where he didn't kiss until my thigh was coated entirely with kisses or moisture from his mouth. "Oh god, please," I pleaded, wanting him to finish with my legs and move on to the warm, wet flesh beyond my labia. He turned to the left and repeated the entire process, kissing, licking, and driving me completely insane.

His head returned to the center, and he lifted using his elbows to move closer to my ...