The Runner - Sex Stories

The Runner

... towel, drying her while he still dripped. “Ok?” he said, his chest heaving in a rare and bassy chuckle. Nadia was used to taking control of situations, used to being the boss, getting results. In front of this man, she felt small and meek. Today, just this once, she liked it. She swung the biggest eyes she could muster up at him and hoped her kindled need would show. “Hmm, I see…” he said, running the towel quickly over himself. “Looks like we’re not done yet, eh?” He scooped her up in hard arms and carried her into the bedroom. To her surprise and delight, he walked past the bed and put her in the ‘city-fuck’ pod chair, spreading her legs and dropping like a bowing knight to his knee between them. She couldn’t stop grinning as he contemplated her sex, deliciously drawing out the moment. She was glad she’d waxed recently, and squirmed for him, opened her knees as wide as she could, her legs dangling over the arms of the chair. His cock flexed and jumped, the only sign of his arousal, and all she needed. He softly stroked along her inner thighs and over smooth outer lips. His touch was so gentle it was almost tickling, his pale eyes utterly focussed on her. He slid her open and a twist of longing made her catch her breath. He pushed his thumbs deeper, sliding open her inner lips too, like the pages of a book. He sighed at her spread pinkness and she stroked his face, her fingers toying with the thought of grabbing that gorgeous head and yanking it to her. Her clitoris throbbed ...

... in the air between them, caressed only by breath as he drew near. She felt a trickle from inside, chilling as it rolled slowly between her bum cheeks. Adam’s tongue curled out over his lip. At last, he pressed his lips to her bud, his rough chin lightly grazing the sensitive, spread, labia. Nadia sighed and he did it again, then again until his chin strung her wetness and she rocked her hips up to his lips. He slid his tongue deep into her, stirring it inside, and then played super-slicked games with her nub. She arched back in the chair, arms thrown behind her and legs pulled up and back. She clenched her teeth to hold off cumming, dug her nails in his hair, even curled her toes, but the minute he sucked her clitoris into him she squealed into orgasm. She ground her hips at his head, her eyes screwed shut, screaming in overwhelming bliss until it was so overwhelming she had to push him off. Opening her eyes found him wiping his hand across his mouth and staring hungrily at her hole. She leapt on him, pushed him back on the floor and dropped her hips onto his erection. Bracing herself on his stomach, she bounced and rolled on his member, staring at his stretched muscular form below him and desperate for him to burst in her. He glowered in concentration and held her hips, ramming into each of her down strokes and to her annoyance, she soon felt herself ready for another. Her entire sex had become so over eager with this man, what was going on? He sat up and kissed her nipples ...