Small Moments - Sex Stories

Small Moments

... trying to make me fully give in now. But, I reach out with my free hand and touch your face. Tender, but with enough force to stop you as I pull myself out from the hot and devouring paradise of your mouth. I tilt your chin up a little so you can meet my gaze better, while my fingers pump faster, making you bite your lower lip. Just that quick few seconds of your teeth pressing down like that with our eyes locked pushes me more. You don't say a word when my finger retracts from within you, but your eyes are almost begging me to do something. Anything. Just not to stop what has been so naturally set in motion. I guide you to lie down, my face always close. I never want to break our stare as your head silently meets the pillow and your legs are already widening. Hips pushing up just enough for the tip of my hardness to graze your slick hot petals, teasing again. I plant a slow trail of kisses that begin with your neck and move down to close lips around the hardened buds of your nipples. Although I want to stay there, I continue my travels, savoring your skin's scent along the way. Lower now, the tip of my tongue makes goose-bumps form along your stomach. The whole time, your body writhes a little underneath me, welcoming all I do. I move lower and begin kissing and running my nails along your inner thighs, spreading them even more. Your fragrance is strong tonight, a sweet musk I swear I could get high from inhaling, as if you secrete a drugged fume designed for me and me ...

... alone. My fingers and lips stay just shy of your entrance, massaging the folds and caressing right above them. Even in the dark, I can see how wet you are, how shiny with the slick heated oil of your juices. I almost want to make you beg. Make you crack as you try to do to me. Even though I look and move with a calm you've always admired, below the surface, I'm dying to touch you. But I know how to be patient, able to hold steady against the storms that desire always threatens to sweep through us. I also know how to lose myself in them. I know this patience always makes us ready. Makes us bodies of light and fire joined, primal elements that must seek out and attempt to consume one another. I fight against the raging scream inside telling me to thrust inside you. I want you to lose yourself first. You seem to know this, hear me calling out to you in those mysterious regions where two so deeply connected are able to communicate without the need for speech. Your head lifts a little, eyes on mine as I slide my finger inside you, tongue swirling around your swelling clit, a fleshy bud of one of the world's most gorgeous flower. I never tire of your taste, of my fingers caressing inside your tight tunnel. I always moan from it, the vibrations making your hands grip my hair. My thumb takes over when I sense you getting closer, and I turn my head to the side a little, lips over yours. My tongue moved slowly inside, probing fragrant depths - the deepest kiss I can possibly initiate inside ...