He's Never Made Me Come - Sex Stories

He's Never Made Me Come

... wildly in thin air...you have to relieve that tension. Slowly...so slowly you can barely take it... you trail your fingers down your torso towards the place you’ve been needing them all night. As you trace your fingers over your mound, a sudden sharp intake of breath from across the room reminds you that you’re not alone." "Your eyes flash open and there he is. Mouth open, eyes dark...you see him gulp. 'Please...don’t stop.' He can’t take his eyes off you. You’ve never felt so desired. So empowered. He starts to cross the room towards you. Without breaking eye contact, you slip your hand underneath the thin material of your underwear and run a fingertip down your slit. You moan loudly, you’ve never felt yourself so wet.” “Uhhh...” she half-sighed, half-moaned, now almost desperately pinching her nipples. “Suddenly he’s on the bed next to you, kissing your lips, your neck. He wants you so badly. He always does, but this time it’s different. This time it’s all about you. He reaches down for your hand and brings it up between you. For a second you’re angry. But then, never breaking eye contact, he brings your soaking fingers to his lips and slowly, gently, sucks each one clean. 'You taste amazing.'” At this, a strangled moan escaped her lips. I was sure now that in her mind she’d left this small office and was lost in the fantasy I was creating. As I’d hoped, she seemed to have entirely forgotten that I was there, and still feverishly tugging her nipple in with one hand, she ...

... skimmed the other down her torso and slipped it under the waistband of her skirt. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but I didn’t need to. A moment later, as I watched, entranced, she brought her fingers up to her mouth to taste herself, for what I guessed was the first time. Gently sucking them one by one into her mouth, she let out beautiful little noises of satisfaction. Sitting back on my heels, I quickly slipped her shoes off before running my hands gently up her calves. This elicited a contented sigh and, following my lead, she reached down and wriggled her hips free from the sheer tights she was wearing. Halfway down her thighs, I took over, gently rolling the thin material down her legs to expose the delicate, porcelain skin. I peeled the tights over her feet, preparing her for the next part of her story. Sensing that she’d become tense and aware of her situation again, I gently massaged her feet and calf muscles. I needed her to relax back into her illusion. With some gentle coaxing and encouragement, she eventually relaxed back into the chair, slowly bringing her hands back up to her now exposed breasts. I continued to massage the muscles of her legs until I was sure that she was back in her fantasy, once again rolling and twisting her incredibly sensitive nipples. “'You taste amazing,' he repeats, staring at you intently, his eyes full of desire. You’ve never experienced such an erotic moment. His big, strong hand glides gently up your stomach to your breasts, where ...