Testing Limits - Sex Stories

Testing Limits

... with a seductive smirk as he slowly slid his finger from my mouth and wrapped his long fingers around himself with ease. My heart pounded erratically as he pleasured himself in front of me with slow and firm strokes that had his stomach muscles tensing and chest flushing pink with heat. Each time he breathed out heavily, my core muscles clenched that little bit tighter, craving release; yearning for a satisfaction that only Matt could give me. Alongside teaching me a lesson, he was showing me how he made himself feel good in the most natural way that he could, and it was, without doubt, one of the most erotic moments of my life. An amused slant graced Matt’s lips as he continued to look at me. “Are you going to come just from watching me?” He increased the flick of his wrist ever so slightly and I slowly let go of the breath that I’d been holding in. The swollen head of his dick appeared with each downwards stroke, slightly pinker and wetter each time, and I couldn’t stop a quiet mewl from slipping past my open lips. All I could think about was taking him in my mouth; tasting him. “No,” I answered feebly, though it certainly felt like I might come. I’d never felt so hot and exhausted and ready. It was on a completely different level to the time that Matt had teased me to orgasm over and over when I was tied to the four poster bed. “You forget that I can see you,” Matt interrupted my thoughts as his hand gradually came to a halt and his eyes settled between my legs. “I can ...

... see exactly how turned on you are.” He wet his dry lips right after he spoke, before leaning forwards and skimmed his lips over my right cheek. “I’ve never seen a girl drip before,” he whispered hotly. “But you just did… Right down on to the leather.” I turned my cheek and brushed my lips over his; holding them on him, breathing heavily, so still. His fingertips drew feather-light lines up my left thigh, until his hand was covering my entirety, though not quite touching. His lips spread over mine as he pushed out his two middle fingers and began stroking my wet centre languidly, back and forth, from my entrance right to my clitoris. I whined through parted lips and used the sturdy legs of the chair that mine were tied to as leverage to rock against his touch. It wasn’t long before I felt myself nearing my much-anticipated end, and as I began to moan Matt’s name against his lips and buck my hips more fervently, he brought his fingers from me and instead caressed the insides of my thighs. “Almost,” he teased wickedly, and I turned my face from his to look down between us and watch his wet fingers gliding over my skin. I groaned loudly as I watched my body quiver from the waist down, and he didn’t start stroking me again until the deep pink flush between my legs had faded and my breathing had steadied. The next time he touched me, he pushed his middle and ring finger inside of me whilst holding his thumb against my clit, creating the most exquisite pressure inside of me. Firm ...