Small Moments - Sex Stories

Small Moments

... and surrounding noise. You whispered to your friend, words I never heard, but, by the secretive little smiles you two fought to keep from being too obvious, I'm certain you were asking if we could have a little privacy in one of the bedrooms. I suddenly remember going down what seemed like a hallway far too long for a house this size, as if my senses warped more of my perception, stretching the hallway out into an endless dim corridor. I think my body was reeling too much by then, too overloaded with anticipation to correctly absorb my surroundings. Your hand gripped mine and squeezed and the world jolted back into sharp focus. It's always strange to me how a touch can have that power at times; throw our entire universe off balance one second and gently set it back on its proper course the next. When we reached the room at the hall's end, you closed the door behind us almost all the way, leaving just the faintest slant of light glowing through the bedroom. I immediately felt your hands cupping my face and pulling it to yours. Your lips sealed over mine with a force I wasn't expecting; a demanding embrace as fevers swept through again just below skin level. I became just as demanding as you were, tongue sliding in and meeting yours. At first I wasn’t aware of where our bodies were moving towards, only seeing that we were near a small space between the bed and wall. Normally, my instincts would have guided us to the soft and comfortable surface of the bed; my normally passive ...

... nature making me continue this slow dance between us. But something primal in me wanted another place; wanted to return and overwhelm the force you'd shown me. My body pressed yours against the wall, which was softly vibrating from the music throbbing throughout the house. You were already breathing deeply and exhaling little moans as I broke away from your lips to curve my tongue up from your shoulder, planting little kisses along your neck. There was a power radiating in your eyes that I could clearly see in this dim room when I looked at you, faces just shy of touching. It was several powerful things at once: primal lust ready to be ravaged; a soft plea to be gentle at times; a challenge to try and take you. I heeded all of those things and more. I wanted to surprise you with the depths and forces in me that you didn't know were there. I could tell you didn't expect me to suddenly pin you to the wall by the escalating slam of the pulse I felt in your neck; by the way your mouth consumed mine again. Your nails were softly scraping the back of my neck, your other hand on my shoulder to steady your balance. My hands roamed too. One, through the silky strands of your hair, the other trailing lower and lower with a speed I never originally planned for but couldn’t temper once I’d started. You weren’t resisting when I grazed just below your stomach - that smooth plane of always soft, warm skin that seemed perfectly designed for loving, wandering fingertips. You weren’t resisting ...