Small Moments - Sex Stories

Small Moments

... when my hand reached under your pants, under your panties, and traced the small trail of hair towards the wetness below. Your hand found and clutched my free one as my fingertips slipped between your lips. I already felt as if the heat emanating from inside would pull me in and never let me go. Given a choice, I would never want to be released. There was none of the fear I'd felt with others before at moments like this. Fears about knowing a barrier is about to be permanently crossed because there is no going back once you have been inside of someone. Fears about hoping I could pleasure you; hoping that the language our bodies spoke here would be as fluid and wonderful as everything else had been between us. I knew only motion, control and reaction then. My fingers fluttered along your lips, parting them further. Your entire being shivered with delight, like a surge of electricity had hit your nerves as my fingers slowly slid inside you. Each shivering tremble from you felt even stronger with my body pressed against yours. I could feel your heated, wet depths welcoming their new intruders, contouring and pulsing around them the more they proceeded. My lips were hungry on yours as if we wished to devour, but without the violence that animals do to one another. Our hunt was a more delicate one that left every pore aching for more. That combination of delicacy and animalistic craving was always present in us, even from the very beginning. Every single space inside you that my ...

... fingers slowly pumped were a mysterious and new living territory I wished to claim as my own. You moaned louder when my thumb found and began to massage the aching slick nub of your clit, pulsing as if a tiny heartbeat raced within. Your kiss was more furious than ever with need, pausing only to bite my lip and slightly pull, teeth staking a claim on the land you didn't yet know you already entirely owned. That feeling, the almost painful but wonderful pleasure and pressure of the bite, made my fingers drill farther in, fluttering, pumping and gently strumming melodies from the world's most complex and beautiful instrument. Your clit was an even more sensitive instrument, with new chords to be learned every time I massaged and applied different levels of pressure. Your teeth relented, but went for my neck. You were gentler this time, roaming my neck cautiously one moment, then nibbling harder when my fingers applied more force to see how deep they could plunge in, see what threshold I could reach. As I went faster and maintained the same rhythm on your clit, I could feel it nearing... a storm gathering inside you. Your breath took on more throaty gasps. You moaned and whispered so many things to me then, words wildly swaying between painfully sweet and deliciously naughty ones I never imagined leaving your lips. They're words I keep between us, an intimate and thrilling secret. Your hips thrust with my every move, wanting that pressure and speed the closer you got. I caught a ...