How to Fuck Me - Sex Stories

How to Fuck Me

... clit over the thin material of my dress.

“Hands where I can see them,” he ordered, his voice assuming a commanding tone.

I was slow to respond. Eyes glazing a bit.

“Will you move your hips around… in slow circles? Show me you enjoy my mouth between your legs?”

“So much so that you’ll have to grip my hips to hold me in place.” I moaned. “And your ears… they might get pulled.”

He reached a hand up to his earlobe and gave it a tug while grinning, then took our discussion in an unexpected direction. “Do you enjoy toys in our bed? Bondage?” he lowered his hand around my back to rest on the top of my ass cheek, “or perhapsspanking?” Another mischievous grin spread across his face.

I sharply inhaled, and blood flooded both sets of cheeks.How did he know? My pussy quivered, and I struggled to speak without gasping for air. “Some of that… yes… but… not on our first fuck.”

He lightly patted the top of my ass, then moved his hand to stroke my hair. He separated a blonde-highlighted tendril and twirled it between his fingers. “I love the different shades of color in your hair.” Tucking the strand behind my ear, he continued, “Much like the different shades of lovemaking I suspect you’d enjoy.”

I couldn’t respond, my mind racing with the possibilities with him. In particular, I saw myself draped over his lap.

“Now, I believe I was feasting between your legs. Do you want to come like this? Or?”

I shook my body, trying to refocus. “No, I need to come with you ...

... inside me on our first fuck. Need you to feel my tremors and hopefully come with me.”

“And what position will I fuck you in?”

“Missionary. I need to watch your face, see it change with your building orgasm. I need you to look into my eyes. Need as much of our skin touching as possible.”

“Have you noticed how yourwants have becomeneeds, Skylar?”

I nodded, squeezing his thigh again. “And…”

His cock distracted me. I swear it kept moving on its own.

“Yes, I’m incredibly aroused.”

My chest was flushed now, too. He’d caught me looking.

“Are you wet?” He placed a hand on my thigh, toying with the hemline of my dress.

“Yes,” I whispered. I resisted the urge to dip my hand underneath my dress and tug my panties out of the crevices of my sticky lips.

“Good,” he almost growled, “now tell me more.”

Once again, I obeyed, immensely enjoying this type of intimacy. “Let your tip linger at the opening to my pussy. It’s the closest thing to being on the edge of an orgasm. I almost can’t take it — waiting for you to penetrate me — that first sensation of your cock fully filling me.”

Reed slipped his fingers just underneath the hem to touch my heated flesh. An inch further, and he would have reached the wetness of my inner thighs.

“And will I fuck you hard and fast?”

“No, not fast, but—”

“—Hard,” he finished my sentence.

I sucked in my lower lip and nodded.

“Tell me, Skylar.”

“I want you to fuck me with slow, deep thrusts. As deep as you can. ...