Into The Night - Sex Stories

Into The Night

... any kind of hurry to take. Our breaths intermingled, and even though I felt the heat coming off him he made sure to keep his mouth a safe distance from mine. “Kiss me,” I demanded in a shaky voice, wondering if he just sucked at picking up hints. He pressed his lips to the underside of my jaw. “Not yet.” Oh, really ? I ground my hips against him, at least content to find an impressive erection hiding there inside his pants. If we were going to go about this whole thing backwards, I figured I might as well get on board with the idea and have some fun of my own. My hand slipped behind me and dipped between our bodies. I gave him a firm rub and let out a rushed, “ Oh, my God ,” at the feel of him. He groaned and kept his hands still, clutching my breasts while I explored the length of him. He felt so good even through a couple layers of material that I couldn’t wait to get my hands on him for real. “Logan, I think you like me,” I said, gripping as much of him as I could through the fabric. His responding laugh came out more like a growl. The deep, husky sound made my hips roll and my back arch further. “You can tell, huh?” While his hands began moving again, his fingers teasing and rubbing my nipples, I responded in kind and leaned into his body as I stroked him. “Yeah. I think you like me a lot.” His fingers slid down to the waistband of my black pants, and with one hand he flicked the button open. While I braced myself for what I knew was coming next, he yanked the zipper ...

... down and slipped his hand inside my panties. He didn’t waste any time reaching his intended target, and at the first touch I let out a deep sigh and parted my legs. He stroked his fingers back and forth through my wetness, making a hum of approval beside my ear. “I think you like me, too.” We still hadn’t kissed yet. Hearing him talk to me like this made me desperate to feel his mouth on mine, but I wanted to try it his way and let him lead, maybe not act like I knew everything for once. His other hand kept massaging my breasts, moving from one to the other, teasing my nipples so thoroughly it seemed like he had all the time in the world to play with me. I couldn’t remember ever being as turned on as I felt right then. With the hardness of his body supporting me and the strength of his hands driving me crazy, I closed my eyes and made a whimpering sound. “You doing okay there?” he asked, touching his lips to the corner of my mouth. “No.” I pushed my hips closer to his stroking fingers. “This is just… awful.” The rumble of his deep laughter against my skin made me smile. My hand smoothed along the length of him and slipped beneath, our positions making my attempts a little awkward. I wanted to drag his fly down and touch that silky skin of his, but I had a feeling he wouldn’t give me full access there until he got a certain reaction from me. My eyes continued adjusting to the darkness, and what had originally seemed to be pitch black had now become clearer. The shape of the ...