His Touch - Sex Stories

His Touch

His touch wakes me in the morning and puts me to sleep every night. His fingers trace lines on my skin until they move out of my sight. I swoon as his finger tips play so lightly over open spots. He rubs and twists and turns each part until my body turns so hot. He starts to thrill me with his lips, they lock on mine as our tongues probe; tracing wet kisses, I'm turned on as then he nibbles my ear lobe. His mouth runs to my neck then down, my breathing becomes faster still. He leaves wet traces 'round my breasts. Oh, I just can not get my fill. Then with his hands squeezing my breasts, he plants a kiss on each hard nip. As he bites down, my breathing stops as moans escape across my lips. My head I throw from side to side as he then moves my legs apart. I feel his hot breath trace my mound as his warm tongue touches my "heart". My hands grab hair, I pull him in; I scream into the air..."please, more"! I feel my walls become so wet with a pull from my very core. I can't recover 'fore he moves to quickly spread apart my knees. He's in position, but he waits... He waits on me to say it..."please". His touch has taken my body to a place that it craves to go. Do I want him to stop, he asks? I violently thrust back..."Hell, no!". Then faster, harder, we can't stop; in perfect rhythm, bodies synced, we pass the point of no return... we cum together past the brink.