Monica - Part 3 - Sex Stories

Monica - Part 3

... the height, weight and distance I dropped her the last few inches. Caught off balance, I fell on top of her, breaking the fall just enough to keep from knocking the wind out of her. Luckily it was a mattress and not the dining room table I had so often fantasized about. “You're an absolute klutz!” she giggled. “What are you trying to do to me? Is that your way of sweeping me off my feet?” Then her eyes glazed over again, with a look of pure lust and desire. She then spoke the words that would be etched into my mind with indelible ink for the rest of my days. “Are you going to fuck me the way I've always wanted you to?” A feeding frenzy of desire ensued that consumed both of us. Hands fumbled with what buttons remained, tugging, discarding and pulling at any stitch of clothing that dared to get in our way. Our lips pressed tightly together hungrily taking whatever the other had to offer. Our bodies simply couldn't get close enough. There were no obstacles. There were no boundaries. There were no doubts or second guessing. No time at all for thought or a care to ponder the what ifs. There was absolutely nothing between us and I felt myself slip slowly into her for the first time. I was enveloped by the moist, velvety, slippery silkiness that was Monica and she fit like a glove. A low moan escaped her lips as I took my first step across that threshold as if she were welcoming me home. With her hands drawn across my back, her legs wrapped around me as she drew me into her. All ...

... the way in. Still our bodies could not get close enough. The movements were slow and deliberate; we savored them. I slid forward, pressing against her as deeply as I could go before withdrawing ever so slowly until I was almost all the way out. She responded immediately by drawing me back into her, after which I would teasingly withdraw again. It wasn't long before the intervals grew shorter, and the pace quickened. We became hungry, ravenous as if it had been days since our last meal. Our mouths wandered as far as our entangled limbs would allow. Necks, shoulders, all exposed flesh was fair game. I could feel her muscles clenching, gripping at me and I could sense in her breathing that she was walking a tightrope very close to the edge. I pressed my lips to her neck, leaving lingering kisses as I ground against her. Her legs tightened around me like a boa constrictor. I felt her convulse, and a gasp floated softly from her lips. A moment later, with that final step, she tiptoed over the edge. I pulled back ever so slightly and as I did she groaned again. The sound of her was the hand on my back that nudged me and sent me teetering over. I throbbed inside her, each spasm delivering another spurt into her. She had her face buried in my neck, tightened the grip of her legs and I could feel her clenching against me once more. We lay still. Neither one of us moving, just languishing in the feeling of one another. I could feel her warm breath on my skin and I felt complete comfort ...