The Third Date 02: Dazed by Dizraeli - Sex Stories

The Third Date 02: Dazed by Dizraeli

... racing my heart and it was all I could do to raise my arms as she pulled my top off. She paused for half a second, her eyes flashing with desire, then groaned and threw herself at my bare breasts, kissing the tops then pulling my already hard nipple into her mouth as her hands fumbled with my jeans. I moaned, but then got it together enough to move my hands from her hair to her back and release her bra, which she flung off. I pulled her up to me, hungrily kissing her as our arms wrapped around each other, breasts mashing together, her hard nipples pressing into my ribs.

I pushed away from the door, spinning her, and grabbed her hand. "Come on love, bedroom's this way."

I flicked on the bedside light and turned around to find that Priya had clearly shed her skirt and knickers in the 5 steps it took to get to my room. My heart leapt at her beauty as she pounced on me, her breath coming fast, her eyes never leaving mine until they closed as we kissed. I growled. Twisting us around, I all but flung her back on the bed. So much for taking things slowly.

"Make love to me Kate," she gasped, husky with desire.

With my left arm pinned under her, I kept kissing her, moving my mouth to her jaw and neck, the tops of her breasts, though she kept bringing my mouth back to hers for deep passionate kisses. Her hands were all over my head, my neck, my face, cupping and stroking, driving me wild. My free hand was tracing its own trail, making maps of her sensitive places (the top ...

... of her hip, the soft skin below her bellybutton) as it explored her torso. I still had my jeans on, but I was stroking my right leg up and down hers as she arched back into me.

"Don't tease me Kate. I need you." She was almost begging. I'm not cruel.

My hand found the path down between her legs, smooth, almost marked out by the most delicate tuft of hair, and I brushed my fingers lightly over her vulva before raking my nails down her inner thigh. She gasped and moaned into my mouth, her fingers cupping both my cheeks, her eyelids fluttering, and she parted her legs a little more. I stroked back up, just around the edges of her folds, then ran the back of a finger down her centre, feeling how slick and sexy she was. I'd be willing to bet I was in a similar state: I was stupidly turned on.

She pressed her forehead to mine and opened her eyes, gazing up adoringly through her lashes and opened her mouth to speak but only a moan of pleasure came from her mouth as my first finger slipped inside. She was wonderfully wet, so there was practically no resistance as I dipped into her, her sex hot, gripping my flesh. She kissed me hungrily again, and I added another finger, as she cried out into my mouth, her hands pulling me to her, the pressure on my lips on the edge of pain, her need intense. I found that most secret, most sensitive of spots, and caressed it with my crooked forefinger as my index arched back, stretching her as she shuddered. She was so close. I teased the top ...