Falling Water - Sex Stories

Falling Water

... down to her hair. She'd never liked it when men tried to hold her head and mouth-fuck her, but he didn't; he just let his hand rest on her head as she started to bob her mouth on his cock, her hand stroking him in time to the movement of her mouth. His cock twitched, and for a moment she thought he was going to come. She briefly debated what to do, and decided there was no reason to do anything but swallow if he did. But he didn't; he just swelled a little in her mouth and she heard him growl again. She looked up, and his eyes met hers again. Their positions were reversed, but the connection was the same. He smiled as he saw her hand still moving between her legs, something she had almost forgotten she was doing. "That feels magnificent," he said. She marvelled that he would use "magnificent" at a moment when most men are barely able to manage "sucking goood." He reached down to lift her to her feet. He caught her wrist with his hand. "If you don't mind, I'd like to replace your fingers with this," he said, laying her hand on his cock. She grinned at him. "Good idea. What's your pleasure?" "You're beautiful," he said, "but I've only seen you from the front. Care to turn around?" She grinned again. "My favorite," she said, and turned to lean against the wall. She felt him behind her, his cock probing for her entrance. She wondered if he'd try her ass, but he didn't. His cockhead rubbed over the slippery lips of her vulva, teasing her clit, then started to push inside. She ...

... suddenly wanted him all at once, and thrust her hips back hard. His entire cock slid into her in one smooth drive, and he growled in her ear again. "The view from here is as glorious as the view from the front," he said, and started to move. She felt one of his hands on her hip, setting the rhythm. She didn't like to be dominated, but this wasn't that. He wasn't trying to force anything; he was more like the conductor of an orchestra, setting the pace and the tone of the piece. She liked his pace and tone, and settled into the rhythm herself; pushing back to meet him. His other hand cupped a breast, squeezing it gently, rolling her nipple between two fingers. She felt her pleasure increase, and moaned softly. She had never come from penetration, and didn't expect to this time, but his cock did feel nice inside her. Not too long or too short, not too thick or too thin. The word "Goldilocks" flashed into her head, and she tried not to giggle. The hand on her hip slid around in front of her, and she felt his finger on her clit, pressing in time to his strokes. This tightly together, they could not move as much as before, but there was still friction, and his finger dancing on her clit felt marvellous in combination with his thrusts. Her breathing increased its tempo, and she felt him grip her breast more tightly. His fingers pinched her nipple; not quite painfully, but perilously close to pain, and then he started to make little inarticulate noises. Suddenly his hands were both at ...