He's Never Made Me Come - Sex Stories

He's Never Made Me Come

... that I needed that her imagination would keep her husband in the room with us. I briefly sucked her other nipple into my mouth, causing her to cry out, before slowly tracing my tongue down her body, stopping only to kiss the delicate skin of her stomach and gently graze my teeth over her hips, leaving goose bumps in my trail. As her hands began to wander over her torso again, I turned my attention to her legs. I kissed my way up both of her calves, paying particular attention to the sensitive skin behind her knees. I slowly parted her legs, encouraging her slight hesitance with gentle strokes of her thigh until her legs were spread wide enough for me to move between them. I kissed back up her torso again, my fingertips tracing patterns over her waist, desperate to make sure she was comfortable before we carried on. I ran the tip of my tongue over her nipple again, taking her by surprise, and eliciting a sexy, strangled sound from the back of her throat. I caught her arm and kissed the inside of her wrist, causing an appreciative sigh to fall from her mouth. Then I had another thought. “Do you like to be scratched?” I murmured in her ear. I wanted to make this as perfect as I could for her. “I’m...I, um...I don’t know...” She sounded embarrassed again, that was not what I wanted. “Shhh...it’s okay.” I kissed the sensitive spot below her ear again. “Do you want to find out?” “Yes,” she whispered. “But please... be gentle...” “I always am,” I reassured her. I kissed that spot ...

... again, causing her to shudder, then began to kiss a gentle path down her neck and across her chest. As I closed my lips around her nipple and gently sucked, I brought my hand up to just below her breast. Still teasing her with my tongue, I very gently raked my fingernails down her stomach. Her stomach muscles twitched involuntarily, and a new, raw sound escaped her lips. “Uhhhh...!” I smiled against her breast and kissed her ribcage, then repeated the movement, this time applying a fraction more pressure and moving slower. “Mmm.... uhh!” came the reply, and she shivered as I brushed my lips over the skin where I’d dragged my nails. “Do I take that as a 'yes'?” “U...huh,” she moaned her approval. “Goood...” I kissed back down her stomach, holding her waist and gently digging my nails into her soft flesh. When my lips met the waistband of her skirt I sat back, repositioning myself so that my face was between her knees. This was it. I ran one hand up her body again, roughly rubbing her breast, before again drawing my fingernails slowly and gently down the length of her torso, causing her to moan loudly and part her legs further. Slowly, I began kissing, licking and gently biting my way up the inside of her thigh, hitching her skirt up as I went. Her legs were trembling, her breathing quick and shallow. She needed this. Her own hands replaced mine on her body, alternating between pulling at her nipples and raking her nails over her skin. As I gently pressed my lips against the ...