Small Moments - Sex Stories

Small Moments

... moan my lungs expel as you grip me by the root and take my hardness into your mouth. Always so hot and demanding, the initial shock of wet suction turns my legs to quivering jelly and obliterates all thought. If even one thought remained, it would be snuffed out now as you tongue swirls around my thick sensitive head, setting off what feels like thousands of melting nerve endings at once. I can focus just enough to moan and reach out to stroke the skin of your back, a crescent shaped pale smooth canvas in the position you're in now, with your mouth sealed around my throbbing ache. Your nails caress and scrape along the sensitive flesh where my legs and stomach meet. You know my spots as well as I know yours, the ones that almost seem to drug and hypnotize us when touched right. My knees can't help but shake when I feel your moan vibrating along my shaft, humming around the delicate veins encased within, gently take me all the way in. Your other hand begins to cradle and massage below, a move you once joked about, saying it was the equivalent of holding a world in the palm of your hands. Your mouth works faster, building a sweetly torturous rhythm of taking me in deep, then dragging your tongue along the underside each time you pull back. Our eyes have been locked most of the time, mine sometimes helplessly reduced to narrow slits from the pleasure your mouth so generously delivers. Part of me knows when you do this, you want me to feel beyond amazing, to lose myself in your ...

... spell. I also know a part of you wants to see if my control will crack; if I will hang on or let go and be overwhelmed with a powerful release you will swallow entirely. As friends, lovers, and that beautiful nameless category where we are not officially joined for life yet simply cannot be without the other, we love to give to one another. But we also love the thrill of the tease, of seeing how close we can make the other come the edge, then provide a window of opportunity. That window is simple. If we stay still, then we let the pleasure fully flood us. If we climb through the window, it's time to assert more control, seize the reigns and return the favor. And I do just want to stay still and feel detached from my body, a blissful entity of moans and echoes of my booming heartbeat. I want so very much to fully succumb to such a demanding, expert mouth, lose myself in eyes that are almost furious with desire. But I also know that ache you can so entirely relieve is parallel to yours, thrumming between your legs. I lean forward, just a little, your mouth moaning and flexing, welcoming the sudden slight push. I run my hand along your back again and around the curve of your cheeks. The suction immediately ratchets up when I begin pumping a finger inside your wet sex. I move with a purpose and speed that, much in the same way you suddenly taking me in did to me, jolts your core a little. You lick around my head more too, a spot I can't take for too long without exploding. You are ...