Not A Word To Grace - Sex Stories

Not A Word To Grace

... seconds before she broke down in manic laughter. She pawed at my chest, shaking with laughter, as she tried to explain herself. I watched her, laughing and beaming inanely at her display, as she slid down onto my lap, placing her hands on my chest. She didn’t speak for a few seconds before a deep breath steadied her speech just enough for her to start. Her eyes were closed and deep breaths punctuated her flow regularly. “Okay, I’m sorry, I jus-“ Her explanation stopped with a muffled yelp of surprise, although it quickly turned into a deep and steady moan of satisfaction. I had pressed my lips to hers while her eyes were closed. My body acted on impulse and instinct, without much input from me. Her gorgeous face split with uncontrollable laughter was too much to resist. I wanted her at that moment and I wasn’t going to ask for permission first. The first taste of her forbidden lips was the spark that ignited the fire within me again. My lethargy broke immediately as I tasted the whisky lips pressed hungrily to mine. I needed more and my hands entwined with her hair, pulling her to me. My tongue slipped into her mouth to dance with hers, two whisky-soaked muscles vying for power as they flicked and swirled together. Our lips mashed in a drunken, desperate desire. Four hands groped and pawed in haste at our clothing and every piece of skin we could reach. Our fingers ran through hair, over skin and under clothing until we were openly rubbing each other in the middle of the ...

... room. My palms slid under the tight material of her dress to squeeze her arse roughly in both hands. The firmness of her flesh was such a pleasure to maul as it ground against me. Our lips still wrestled and danced while her hands slid into my shirt and her nails raked down my chest. My gasps of pain finally caused our lips to pry apart. She wasted no time in glancing down and fumbling with my belt. Her hand slipped into my trousers and she just stared into my eyes – her own hazels sharp and intense, pupils dilated – as she pumped my cock in her firm grip. “I want this.” Her voice was breathless, but assured. I wasn’t about to stop. My exploring hands were now pressing against the pert mounds of her tits. Squeezing her tightly in my palms, I knew I needed to taste them. She jerked roughly on my cock, moaning as my fingers found her nipples just seconds before her tight dress was pulled down. Exposing her beautiful breasts was a true treat. I wasted no time in leaning forward and sucking her puckered tips firmly into my mouth. My teeth grazed her pink, goosebumped flesh while her one hand clutched tightly to the back of my head. Sucking and biting on this little slut’s tits felt like the most natural thing in the world. No one paid us any attention as my hand descended and my palm pressed hard against the very damp material covering her sex. “I want you,” she breathed in my ear. My fingers explored her soft, dripping folds with a delicate precision as I continued to suck and bite ...