A Midnight Tale - Sex Stories

A Midnight Tale

... touch you, I need to hold you, I need to feel you. A smile spreads across your mesmerizing face, a hint of slyness from within. You like it when I plead to you. You readjust yourself, your pussy right in front of me, legs by the sides of my chest. Just out of reach. The scent of your arousal hits me, making my mouth water. I know you are just as turned on as I am. Your soft hand runs down your breasts to your belly, then slowly into your laced panties. My eyes was riveted and followed your hand. You massage your sweet pussy in gentle circles, relieving moans from your lips, making the desire build. Your hips rock above me, grinding in circles against your hand, in a frenzy. Then, you slow down. I watch and drool as you insert one, then two fingers inside, beginning the grinding again. Your moans of ecstasy heightens; your hips grinds faster, more urgent. A shudder spreads from within your hot sex, through your body, making you convulse as your orgasm takes control of your being. You collapse on top of me, heaving out a long sensual moan. After your orgasm fades away, you bring your face to mine; your fingers playfully brush against my lips. I take them in, sucking urgently, letting you know how much I want you. You slip out of your underwear and let out a giggle, as you stare at my hungry eyes before coming in close to kiss me. And annoyingly, you pull away again. I open my mouth to complain but before I can, you take the advantage of that moment and thrust your soaked ...

... panties in. The aroma and salty taste of you and your panties effectively shuts me up, turning my complaint into a long muffled moan. You drag your nails on my chest, gently drawing them down to my belly, ever so gently, leaving behind a hot lingering trail that I cannot scratch. I arch my back and let out a frustrated groan, trying to distract myself from the burning desire. Suddenly, I feel a soft kiss on my pubis, just above my cock. My attention snaps back and I realize that my cock is standing erect, hot, and straining. It feels as if it may burst any minute. Nimbly, you avoid touching it, only planting soft kisses around the base. Then you proceed to my thighs where shivers of pleasure shoots up my spine. I inhale sharply. Inadvertently breathing in the arousal from your panties. I am not sure how much longer I can take this torture. Straining my neck, I gaze into your eyes, pleading with you to finish me off. Not just yet, you wink. Your fingers encircle the base of my cock, and your breath grazes the head of it. You feel me shudder. Groaning. Ever so gently, your hot, wet tongue licks over the head, the sides, and then all around. My back arches even more, the restraints straining as I pull tightly against them. You have no idea how close I am but you release my cock from your touch. Torturing me. Looking at you, I whimper a plea, begging for your warm touch to return. For God’s sake! Finish what you started! I scream in my head, desperate for my release. But all you do is ...