Bestowal - Sex Stories

Bestowal

... middle finger immerses itself inside the vagina. Her other hand goes to a breast and titillates a nipple. As her head droops back onto the pillow, I realize she's going to allow herself to come while I gawk. Her breath is exploding from her lungs in short pants, then I hear a low rhythmic moaning, "Oh, oh, oh, oh." I watch as her entire body takes on a roseate glow. It is easily the most erotic episode of my life. I want to help her, to be a part of her reveling, and I place a hand on her ankle, but she pulls her leg away from me -- it's obvious my assistance isn't desired. After she completes her orgasm, she looks at me and smiles. "That was beautiful," she confides, and I'm unsure as to how to end, or continue, the encounter. But I'm saved the embarrassment -- Christie stands up shakily, takes one last look at my semen covered midriff, mouths "I wish" wistfully, then plods to her bedroom, brushing my face with her hand longingly. I'm not sure if I should follow until I hear the door close and the click of a lock. And so, I realize, it's time for me to go to my bed and sleep, should that be possible. I'm having a dream in which a beautiful woman is cuddled against me and stroking my manliness, and then I awaken enough to realize that it's not a dream, Christie is beside me, holding me. I know I'm fully erect, and Christie pushes me back and straddles me, mounts me. I'm fully inside her, and when I press a palm to her breast, she clasps it, cherishing the caress. Quickly ...

... she's moaning in her sudden climax, and just as quickly I'm coming, my juices mingling with hers. Without words, she understands my needs and presses her pelvic bone hard against mine, allowing for the ultimate fury. She controls the motion, and I allow her to dominate the act of love. Even after I finish, she continues to gyrate in orgasm, and I hold the wisp of a waist, helping her to move, to inflame. When the passion is consummated, she simply leans forward, her chest on mine, and we snuggle. I feel our pounding heartbeats calm, and soon I hear the soft sounds of her heavy breathing indicating her loss of consciousness, and minutes before I, too, drift off I feel my softness slip from her silky passage. The sunlight streams through the window as I rouse, and the first vision I have is of Christie's sapphire eyes looking at me, watching me awaken. Her smile immediately brightens my day, and I hear her say, "I couldn't stop myself. Do you mind?" "Of course not," I say, and mean, and I clutch her to me, sensing our flesh converge. For an hour or more we make love in spurts, first I on top of her, then again, she on top of me, then hunger and thirst drive us to the kitchen, and she sits on my lap, feeding me fruits, sucking juices from my mouth with her kisses. She pulls me to the couch, and again we share our bodies. Afterwards, we discern that the day is passing and we need to pack for the trip home. And it is at that point, when we are showered and clothes again hide our ...