Testing Limits - Sex Stories

Testing Limits

... and I cried out as heat shook through me. Matt was mocking me and I was getting off on it. I wasn’t sure why; I felt humiliated and embarrassed that I’d lost my self-possession in front of him, but so unbelievably aroused from his chide. Warm leather dug roughly into the skin just above my elbows; the kind of dull ache that I knew was bruising my skin with each passing second.“Bastard,” I breathed out a quiet laugh in both frustration and disbelief. “That’s tight.” My climax had already completely dulled, reducing me to a hot and shivering mess. He raised his brow with a smirk to his lips, looking me straight in the eyes. “It’s meant to be. And I preferredSir.”So he did want to play…As his lips ghosted over mine, he pushed his middle finger between my swollen flesh and buried it deep inside of me; much deeper than I could reach. “Stop thinking about how wet you are.” He stroked me so excruciatingly slowly before curving his finger upwards and pulling against my g-spot so that I could feel it throughout my lower body. “And how sensationally tight your groin is.” I shuddered. His voice was soft; almost trance-like as he spoke. I felt myself slipping deeper into that world that I loved; that world in which only Matt and I existed. “You want to have me inside of you, but you don’t need it.” I clenched around his single slender digit and pushed my hips forwards as much as I could, unable to think of anything else but how incredible he felt.“Not yet,” he finished in an almost ...

... inaudible whisper.Want versus need. With his fingers inside of me, I was finding it impossibly difficult to differentiate between the two. He stood up and removed his t-shirt; jeans still around his waist, though undone and revealing. I watched him slide his jeans down his legs and step from them so that he was standing naked before me. He was Adonis, in all his natural male glory. I looked up at him from beneath my lashes and with my lips parted; not daring to break our stare. He moved his chair forwards and sat down with his knees either side of mine. He was so close; so close that if I could reach my hands out in front of me, I’d be able to run them over his chest and through his hair. “Seeing as you seem to be struggling,” his lips moved slowly as he spoke. “How about youwatch.” Matt stroked his fingertips along the length of his shaft, right up to the tip, before wrapping his hand around himself and sliding it back down to the base. Moving upwards again, he squeezed the head of his dick and I watched in complete and utter silent awe as a small bead of moisture rolled down from the tip and over his curled index finger. A relieved groan passed his slightly open lips as he moved a closed fist over the tip and then back down, finding my eyes as he did so. He let go of himself and leant forwards, holding his index finger to my lips. The skin was wet and as he pushed his finger between my lips, I sucked my flesh around him and smoothed my tongue over his salty skin.“Hmm,” he hummed ...