Small Moments - Sex Stories

Small Moments

... you. The contrast of my thumb rubbing fast as my tongue goes slow is starting to bring you closer. Your hands ball a little, sending electric tingles through my scalp, the slight pain only serving to make me go faster, refusing to let any calm settle over your nerve endings. Your body begins to tense and writhe and my thumb matches the speed of my tongue deep in your tight internal valley; your hips a tiny earthquake I've awoken the fault line of. As you release, your sex shudders around my tongue, thighs suddenly clamping around me, the moaning of my name muffled by your thighs against both ears, as if an echo of you cries out for me from another dark room of the house. Your thighs shake, juices hotter than ever, as you pulsate, entirely coating my lips and tongue with a new wave, a new tasty gift. I withdraw my tongue as your thighs yield, as your gasps calm. I return to you and see your lips are trembling in a small smile, eyes beaming with stars, skin so warm I can feel it radiating from you before touching. Our lips meet in little relaxed kisses, you savoring your taste and mine, shaky fingertips petting my back. I love you. Those words are true and have been for a long time now. I love your smile, voice, eyes, hair, face, body, mind, heart... I love the similarities we share, but also the contrasts. You know exactly how to make laugh and crack the walls I spent years placing around me so no one could reach for and crush my heart. You know exactly the right way to touch ...

... me, whether it's a simple squeeze of a hand or the way you hug and hold me. I love countless things about you, some very easy to identify and many I struggle to find the right words for. I also love that in so many of our private moments, you've shown me that expressing this love, at times, has little to do with words. And this is one of those moments I love you so much and feel it so powerfully between us. You're all softness now, welcoming warmth and wetness. And I have to have you. Consume and take you. Fill and possess you. Your hands cup my face as I begin to guide myself to your heat. You hold my face close to yours, wanting to watch and memorize the pleasure my eyes reflect when entering you. I'm the one overtaken with a gasp and a shudder now, as I always am, when my thick head slides in, a fit almost painfully tight even though you're beyond lubricated. My whisper grazes your ear when I lean down. "Wrap your legs around me." I feel them curl around me, becoming a lock I never want to be free from. I inch forward as you work in perfect concert to pull me all the way in, sheathing me inside your fiery depths. I always want to hang on to the way your eyes widen a little and then quickly narrow with pure satisfaction when I enter you. Your legs work in sync with me when I inch more. The slight changes in your breath, your eyes... I know your entire being feels me taking over, becoming a part of you. Or perhaps you are the true catalyst as your depths contort and stretch. ...