He's Never Made Me Come - Sex Stories

He's Never Made Me Come

... one of your hands is still massaging of its own accord. 'Let me...' he whispers. But it’s not a command, it’s a request. A plea, almost. He knows that you’re in control of this. You nod your consent and draw your hand away, revealing your erect nipples to him. He moans, and you can feel that he’s hard, but this isn’t about him.” By now one of her hands has wandered south again, slipping beneath the waistband of her skirt. The heavy material obscured my view of her hand, but I could see that it was now moving slowly between her legs. Her breathing was becoming laboured, punctuated by sensual “mhmms...” and “ahhhs...” “His hands are much larger and rougher than yours, but he caresses the skin of your breasts as delicately as he can, raising goose bumps everywhere he touches. He’s studying your face intently, learning the expressions of your pleasure. He grazes his thumbnail across your nipple. You cry out. Then his lips are on yours, breathing in your moans as he repeats the rolling and pulling of your nipples that he watched you do.” The pace of her hand’s movements between her legs was increasing, and I knew it was almost time to give her what she’d asked for. I couldn’t let her work herself up much more than this for fear that her fantasy would be over before it properly started. After all, eighteen years is a lot of sexual frustration to hold on to. Her cheeks and chest were flushed deep pink, her nipples looked almost painfully hard, and her mouth hung open, her sighs, ...

... moans and gasps almost rolling into one another. I felt a throb of desire between my own legs, but I ignored it. This was her moment. I knew that we were reaching the part of the fantasy where my story-telling would become non-verbal. She seemed to be reading my mind as she parted her legs slightly, allowing me to slip one hand between them and gently, delicately stroke the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “His kisses begin to move lower, slowly working down your neck...” I leant up and softly planted my lips on her skin for the first time, just below her ear. She shuddered beneath me. I continued to punctuate the story with delicate kisses as I described them. I worked down her neck... across her flushed chest and towards her breast. As the man in her fantasy finally sucked one hard nipple into his mouth, my lips closed around it in real life. Still caressing her thighs with my fingers, I worked her nipple in my mouth, rolling it around my tongue, swirling my tongue over the very tip of it. As the man in her fantasy gently bit down, my teeth grazed her. She was trembling now, her hand still moving frantically beneath her skirt as her moans grew louder. I reached between us and drew her hand up to my mouth, just as her husband had moments ago. I sucked on her fingers just as she’d done to herself. I lowered my head to whisper in her ear. “Are you sure you want this?” “Yes,” came the breathless reply. “Please. I need...to feel his mouth on me.” That was all the confirmation ...