Who Am I Now? - Sex Stories

Who Am I Now?

... mashed himself against her ungainly breasts as he devoured her throat. “Billy…geeze…it’s not even movie time yet.” Half purr, half twang. “Jesus, fuck, baby I missed you like fuck.” He lingered another moment at her neck and then kissed her mouth. More slowly, much more slowly than usual. Her breath went deep as his tongue swept through her mouth and quickly broke off. “Uhhh…geeze,” she said. “I like when you miss me. But you’re talking funny. Are you feeling okay, honey?” “Did you miss me, too?” he asked, turning away to stalk the small space. His blood was pumping and he was beginning to get hard, but he somehow felt possessed within a sphere of calm. “Of course, honey. I always do. Thursday’s my bestest day of the week.” She flashed a smile on him that was positively tropical, dimpling her apple shaped cheeks just before turning back to the popcorn popper. For a moment, he wasn’t sure if he should rip down her sweats and fuck her from behind right up against the counter or go out and buy her a new set of Tupperware. “Yeah. Thursdays.” He laughed too hard for the moment, then pinched his bottom lip pensively and stared at the floor. “Just like clockwork, eh pretty baby?” She stopped and stared at him. The popcorn was popping inside the big, plastic lid of the appliance now. “Billy? Are you okay?” He’d never called her pet names before. “I’m fine.” The look on her face didn’t believe him. She turned back to the popper and he stalked another circle around the cramped space ...

... like a rat in a maze. He got behind her and slipped his hand up under the back of her T shirt, then fingered her bra clasp open. “Billy! What’s gotten into you?” The popcorn was popping hard now, forcing her to keep shaking the maker so the bottom wouldn’t scorch. “I want you like this tonight. No bra. Just…geezus I just want to fucking touch you all the time.” He slid his hands around her body and onto her breasts, hefting their opulent weight from beneath her loosened bra. She went mute as he kneaded her flesh and tweezed at her thickening nipples. His cock started to pound at his pants and he ground himself into her sweatpants’ kitten logo. He put his teeth against her neck. Strands of her hair caught under his mouth. As much as he wanted to just bite her flesh, he only nipped at her and followed it with a wet kiss. She’d stopped shaking the machine and the smell of burning popcorn surrounded them. “Billy….it’s not…even movie time yet.” Half the breath and all the twang had gone out of her voice. “Let’s watch it tomorrow.” Her nipples were thick and hard, yet his fingers rolled and tweezed harder. His cock was a hard spine against her full, generous ass. She mewled weakly and ground back against him. The roll of her hips felt like the roll of a moon tide. Undulant. She always complained she was clumsy, and she was, and it was the most beautiful poetry he had ever seen in his life. She was a lumbering angel ripe with a vengeance who never seemed to know where the borders of ...