Small Moments - Sex Stories

Small Moments

... You once said that me being inside you made you feel as if your entire being had scrambled and shifted to accommodate and settle around me, and you’d never quite be put back together the same as you were before. I think, at times, you are the one really taking over and making me a part of you. Absorbing all I am as I hand myself over to you, as you have to me. I always feel lost inside you at first. Those first few moments when all of me is so tightly encased in you are enough to make me want to explode. But, in those few seconds, stamina and all of my nerve endings bring a part of me into sharp focus while the rest of me loses myself in you. That we maintain any control at all while in the throes of such intensity is yet another one of the mysteries of how people entwine. Still holding my face, you bring me close for a kiss, tongues humming with moans as I begin to move within you. Our tongues dance in tune to the melody of our bodies, as I feel your heat gripping and squeezing, contoured so wonderfully around me. It's like you want to pull me in even more, trap me for all time. I would be a welcome prisoner. The friction of our bodies heats the air all around us while we move together. Kisses break at random intervals, but faces always remain near. We’re so close that we feel every breath pulled in and expelled. We seem to feed on it, this intermingling of our breath. It's like we can get drunk from it if we hold it in our lungs long enough. The faster I begin to thrust, ...

... the more you squeeze around me, your own little signal to keep going, go as deep as I can. Your hips rise a little to match my every move, legs still locked tight around me. All time and self-consciousness goes out the window. All I know of existence is the intertwined being we've become, grinding and writhing with and for each other, lighting every place on fire that we let no one know the desires and the hunger of. Hearts pound like muffled and distant explosions. Breaths grow ragged. I can feel it building in us, a swelling tide that often feels like it's pushing our senses to their loosely defined limits, a sweet agony rising. You know these cues so well, always ready for me. You squeeze harder, relenting only for a second or two before your walls tighten their absolute grip again. Our eyes never leave each other now. Like me, you want our fixed stares on each other when we finally reach the edge, to memorize the triumph of bringing each other to an overwhelming climax. I know I can't hold on. My entire system is screaming for release as you begin to clamp around me over and over like I'm inside of an escalating heartbeat. Everything in my vision seems to narrow again to a pinpoint that is just wide enough to see your face, see the anticipation as you bite your lip. The intensity that builds in me now was a foreign sensation until we met. Before, there was always pleasure, but something missing. With you, I never fail to entirely lose myself when reaching the apex. Each ...