Whisper That You Love Me - Sex Stories

Whisper That You Love Me

... air of her breath escaping her nose and brushing my cheek. She pulled back and looked into my eyes. “What that means,” she whispered huskily, “is that I’m going to kiss you, and suck you, and lick you until you can’t stand it anymore.” I shook my head. “I can’t imagine you’ll ever get me to that point. You have to remember, I love you. I’m going to love everything you do to me.” “That’s the idea,” she replied softly. “You’re my prisoner and I will have you.” Her lips attacked mine and her tongue drove deeply into my mouth. For many long moments she continued to kiss and lick my lips, sucking my tongue into her mouth, breathing hard and occasionally moaning. “God, I love kissing you,” she finally gasped into my ear, her teeth biting at my earlobe. “You remember how afraid you were to kiss me the first time?” “I wasn’t afraid,” she protested. “I was afraid I would love it; that I would love you.” “And?” “Shush, you. I’m not done yet.” With that, her lips began a tortuous journey across my body. There wasn’t an inch she missed. She kissed my neck, shoulders, across my chest. She lingered a long time, biting and sucking on my nipples. She kissed and licked her way down my torso, across my abdomen. My cock tangled in her hair as she moved from one side of my belly to the other. I ached to feel her lips surround me, but she teased me incorrigibly. She kissed the projection of my hips before paying any attention to my throbbing hardness. I gasped when she cupped my balls in her ...

... hand. Her face hovered over me, watching my rod twitch before she grasped it with her other hand. She smoothed the skin down the length, looking lovingly at the projection before she planted at tender kiss on the tip. I wanted to scream. “You know this belongs to me, now, don’t you?” she murmured. “Yes, my love,” I groaned. “Good,” she replied, and began planting tiny kisses up and down the length of it. Her hand cradled it tenderly, stroking lightly as her lips pressed time and again into the flesh, tiny licks of her tongue flicking at it. “Please, Cheryl,” I pleaded. “I want to kiss and lick you, too.” She paused. “You do?” “Yes!” She released her grip on my member and rubbed a forefinger through the precum that had oozed from the tip. Then she extended her finger toward my lips. “Kiss and lick me here,” she ordered. I nodded as she pressed the damp finger to my lips. I sucked it in and licked it, tasting my salty essence. “Have you ever tasted your come before?” she asked throatily. “Not like this,” I admitted. She withdrew her finger and rubbed my cock again, putting it back to my lips. I sucked it in and licked furiously. “How is it?” she asked. “It’s all right,” I replied, “But what I really want to taste is you.” “Oh,” she said, removing the finger from my lips and sliding it between her labial folds. She put it back to my lips. “Is this what you want?” “Yes,” I groaned, sucking her finger rapaciously and tasting her essence on my tongue. “But I’d really like to taste the ...