And We Danced - Sex Stories

And We Danced

... pussy ground for his cock. It was the most wonderful fuck I ever had. My body took on a constant shiver, for I had never experienced anyone like him before. I had never felt so comfortable with pleasure before, allowing myself to let go of all my inhibitions and to be his slut for a night. He grabbed the backs of my thighs and pinned my legs against my chest, allowing himself to fuck me harder and penetrate me deeper. I took it all, every inch he could give me and I was begging for more. It gave it to me in the form of thrusts – so hard it had my head banging the headboard. We went at a frenzied pace until the waves of orgasmic bliss raced through the both of us. We climaxed together, wailing loudly in an all-consuming embrace. Unlike a man who might roll off of me after we finished, he stayed inside of me while kissing me passionately, making my muscles tense one more time, causing explosions of feelings throughout my entire body and down my limps to the ends of my fingers and toes. And we danced on the bed together; him on top, me on top, him behind me on all fours and on our sides. You name it, we did it, and it went on for hours and hours. He told me that he loved me and that he was going to marry me someday. And he did. We still dance today. This one is for you, hubby – and for everyone else who enjoyed reading my erotic kiss and tell of how we met.