Finding It - Sex Stories

Finding It

... come you're up?" he asks, pulling me close to him. "I needed the bathroom. Do you mind me wearing your shirt?" I shyly smile. "Not at all. In fact, seeing you like this, in just my shirt, has become my new favourite way of waking up," he purrs, rubbing his nose next to mine. "You've seen me in your shirts before," I tease, running my hands around his neck. "T-shirts, yes. But not shirts like this one, you look so damn sexy," he whispers, before pulling me in for a sweet kiss. His hands glide down my back, hooking a strong arm under my bare behind to lift me up. Giggling, I tighten my arms and legs around him as he takes us back to the bed, feeling him smile against my mouth. Planting a knee on the bed, he drops us onto the soft mattress, pinning me underneath him with his lips on mine. His tongue is soft and sweet against my own, overwhelming my senses. Moaning softly, I run my hands up his naked back and suck his swollen lips with each lush kiss as one of his hands runs slowly up my thigh. I hear him groan quietly and he nestles closer to me, drawing my legs further apart to fit perfectly between them. We kiss slowly, deeply and without a care in the world. I feel him harden against me and as I bury my hands into his hair, he slightly pulls away. "You're mine, Beth, and I love you," he softly says with a smile, sweeping the hair away from my forehead. "After all this time?" I murmur, tracing his lips with my fingertip. Smiling, he purses his lips to kiss it. "Ever since high ...

... school. Since you first smiled at me in the diner, you have always had my heart," he says. “Mark,” I murmur, biting my lip from shyness. He leans down to rub his nose next to mine. “I should have said it earlier and a lot more often. I’m so sorry for leaving you and for not giving us a chance. I don’t want you walking away from me again.” "I love you too," I murmur but my earlier realisation causes my smile to fall. “What is it, Beth?” he quietly asks. I run my hands down his biceps, loving the comforting warmth of his skin. "I don’t want to do long-distance again," I carefully say. "Me neither," he starts but I immediately interrupt him, pressing my fingertips on his lips. “So what do we do? You're leaving in a couple of days," I solemnly say. His smile also falling, he moves to lie aside me and his look becomes apprehensive. “I know. After I dropped you off, I spent all night thinking about us and how it would work. I am not sure if I can transfer back as all my main business is based in the East. By the time I got to sleep, I only had one real solution,” he says. “Which is?” I whisper. Taking a deep breath, he draws me closer so our noses are touching each other. He sweeps my hair behind my ear to look me right in the eye. “Come with me.” My heart drops and my eyes widen. Looking at his unwavering gaze, the tension in his body is evident. “What?” I ask, blinking rapidly. “Come back to Hong Kong with me." “Seriously?” He moves closer, so he is resting his forehead on mine. ...