Testing Limits - Sex Stories

Testing Limits

... work of his hands descended to my stomach, rubbing firm circles over my skin that lowered inch by teasing inch. They reached my thighs and he began kneading my skin with his fingertips; ghosting his lips over the hollow behind my ear. “Do you?” he whispered. “What if I can’t?” I’d never had to stop myself coming before. If anything, I’d usually had to focus on getting myself there, though this had never been the case with Matt. I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to hold out; to deny my body of that natural urge once it was teetering right on the edge. I was already climbing that ladder. My muscles were winding up with each passing moment of Matt’s hands and lips on my skin, tightening, seeking that merciful release of pleasure. But I wanted to do this for Matt. For me. For us. “You can do anything you put your mind to,” Matt spoke into my ear as his thumbs teased the creases between my pubis and thighs. “And you will not come before I say so.” I shut my eyes and concentrated on the careful movement of his fingers. “I’ll try,” I sighed in earnest. “Youwill,” Matt corrected. “Or I’ll leave you tied to this chair until there’s a puddle on the floor.” I groaned loudly in response to his erotic threat and he smirked against my skin. “Though we’re not far off that, so perhaps I’ll have to rethink.” I swore quietly as he finished his trail of kisses right upon my cheek; lingering there for as long as his hands continued to brush against my thighs. “Kiss me first,” I pleaded. “Please.” His ...

... hands left my thighs; the left holding me at my waist whilst the right came up to my neck and splayed over my jaw and cheek. He applied a gentle pressure and turned my head to face him, no more than a couple of centimetres apart. His eyes flickered back and forth between mine, holding me right in his stare, before closing the gap between us and pressing his lips to my own. His kiss was slow and sensual and he stroked my tongue with his as his lips covered mine. I wondered if it was possible to climax from just kissing. If it was, then I was positive that this was the type of kiss that could send somebody over the edge. “Beautiful,” he whispered. With my eyes still shut, I listened as he shuffled behind me. When I finally opened them, Matt was sat just foot or so in front of me on another one of the chairs from the table. His eyes were on me; legs parted as he sat with his back against the leather chair. His hands rested on his thighs; fingers splayed to their full span. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him, and as he wet his lips, he leant forwards and placed his hands over my knees, rubbing my skin. “Shall we relieve some of that pressure?” he spoke quietly, making sure to pronounce each of his words. I nodded slowly. “Show me how you use those little fingers of yours.” His gaze never left mine, and after a few heavy beats of my heart, I brought my right hand from beneath me and grazed it along the inside of my thigh. “Okay,” I whispered as my fingertips teased the skin right ...