One Night Together - Sex Stories

One Night Together

One night together is all we need. One night to experience the passion of our desires. We stand in the middle of the bedroom sharing a soft kiss and a loving embrace. The candles are lit and the soft music plays. I turn and stand with my back to you and you silently come up behind me and run your hands gently over the back of my dress, as though you are studying the curve of my back. Your fingers find the zipper and you tug it downwards and slowly undo my dress, gently letting it fall to the floor. I hear you gasp and I know that my body meets your approval. You slowly turn me around and kiss my mouth while lightly stroking my hair. Your kisses lead down my neck and the valley between my breasts, and I give a light sigh in response to the gentle touch of your lips. The feel of your mouth on my body is electrifying as you make your way back up to my lips. Your kiss comes a little harder this time and our tongues entwine. I want you more and run my hands down your chest to the bottom of your shirt and lift it up over your head. I like what I see. Your body is firm and toned. I can’t resist touching your chest and taking time to circle each nipple. My touch turns you on and you turn me around and press me up against the foot of the bed, caressing my throat and pressing yourself against me. I feel the splendor of your hands slipping around me and up to my breasts, teasing my nipples through the lace cups of my bra. My soft moan tells you that I like it and I back myself ...

... against you, feeling your cock through your jeans pressing against my ass. Rubbing my ass against you, I hear you moan softly as I bring your cock to life. Reaching behind, my hand slowly glides over your crotch and cups your erection, teasing you just to hear you groan with pleasure. Turning around to face you, my fingers find your zipper and I tug it down. My hand creeps through your fly and I curl my fingers sexily around your length and feel you shudder with delight. We lower your jeans together and your boxers follow as well. They hit the floor and you kick them aside. Pressing yourself against me again, I can feel your cock between my thighs. Your hands come up to my breasts again, cupping one in each hand, then sliding your hands around to my back, you gracefully unhook my bra and my red lace garment falls to the floor. I love how you take a breast in each hand and softly circle them, taking their weight and holding them firmly. My nipples harden and tingle to your touch. Your hands seem to melt into my bosom and I am powerless. I am yours as you roll my nipples between your fingers and my flesh is on fire, burning with desire for you. My legs have grown weak by the time you release my breasts and lightly rub my shoulders, tenderly working your fingers into my flesh. I can feel the stirring in the pit of my stomach, that familiar feeling of overwhelming joy trying to break free. You can sense my excitement and wrap your arms around my waist, holding me lovingly through my ...