Not A Word To Grace - Sex Stories

Not A Word To Grace

... her firm, delicious orbs. The soft skin under my lips was the sweetest treat. I couldn’t stop. I could only just wrest myself away from them long enough to whisper back to her. “Take me, then.” My lips sought out her breasts again, but found only thin air. I looked up, confused, to find she was already standing in front of me. Without a word, her slender fingers entangled my own rough, thick digits and guided me to my feet. I stumbled upright as she pulled me out of the door, her dress still hitched up to flash her lime green panties at me. I smiled. “Come with me, birthday boy.” I watched her cute arse sway in green panties, as she led me up my own staircase. The sight split my face wide with happiness. I was so distracted by her that I never noticed when we entered my room. The first I knew was the click of the bedroom door and the swift shove against my chest that sent me sprawling onto my bed. The blonde purred at the foot of my bed, seizing my belt and tearing it off with frantic fingers. In seconds, my pelvis felt the coolness of the room as my trousers fell open. My hitched up shirt also exposed my chest to the cool air seconds before sharp nails scored red welting lines down my tingling flesh. I yelled out and gently moaned as she grinned above me, dragging her palms over my skin. “I’m gonna enjoy this,” she purred as her long fingers seized my trousers and roughly tugged them over my feet, throwing them aside with an impatient growl. Crawling onto the bed at my feet, ...

... she worked her way up my legs until her hands were pawing delicately at my boxers and hooking into the waistband. She leered over me like a predator stalking prey – a big cat closing in for the kill. The thrill was fantastic. The tease was unbearable. I groaned as her fingers teased over my aching bulge, fingernails dragging on the fabric. Her tongue slipped around her lips as her wide eyes gave away the hunger within. Her lips were inches from my throbbing length. The proximity was enough to send me wild. “Take it out. Take me! Suck me and let me feel you, God. I want you.” Her fingers snagged my boxers and I found her gaze capturing mine, locked with her wide eyes and the narrow ring of hazel that encompassed her dilated pupils. The chilly air kissed my aching shaft and, just a moment later, so did she. My eyes finally free from hers, I rolled my head back with a sigh and rested on the sheets. A soft murmur quivered her lips against me and sent a ripple through my body. We moaned in tandem the instant her soft lips slid down my shaft. Slipping down, slowly, they came to rest against my balls, kissing softly at the base of my pole. Gentle kisses developed into little sucks as she took each ball into her mouth and rolled them under her tongue, cheeks hollowing with the effort. I was in heaven, clinging to my bed sheets and writhing under her expert touch. I wanted more and she knew it. I was quietly begging for it. I knew she was going to give it to me but she was determined ...