Small Moments - Sex Stories

Small Moments

... fleeting glimpse of the dim light striking your eyes as you pulled away from my neck. I swear I could almost see tiny sparks dancing in them, a surge of power overtaking you. Then, you were all moans and trembles, covering my fingers with a coat of hot juices while you clenched and pulsed around me, waves of pure ecstasy cresting and spilling through you. I stilled my fingers, wanting to savor the clamping squeeze as you moaned and writhed against my neck, your teeth sinking and creating indentations that were physical proof you'd marked me as yours. My thumb didn’t stop its pressure, circling slowly in tune with your fiery spasms. It moved with you, a companion to not only escalate your pleasure, but to also soothe you with softer touches as you began to descend from the plane I'd helped you soar to. We're not meant to reach such heights of sensory overload every minute of the day. The mind would become like a rubber band snapping from too much ecstasy slamming into our systems at once. Once that flood began to calm, your limbs were loose rubber, your muscles relaxed warm jelly. Your breath was a heated wind traveling along my shoulder where your head had begun to rest on me, a temporary pillow you could trust as you came down. These would go on to be some of the times I loved you most and would see even more layers of the beauty composing you: When you whispered for me to just hold you; how all you wanted right then was for my arms to become a secure lock around you; how ...

... you not only had the desire and trust to let me inside you, but also to embrace you in one of your most vulnerable states; how you whispered that you never wanted me to let go. In a short while, we would be back among your friends for several more hours of conversations and drinks. We would share brief moments of an arm slipped around one another, hands held, and a quiet walk later through the cold night to your house where you gave me a sweet smile before kissing me goodnight. But when you wanted me to hold you in that room... that would linger in my mind all night, along with those few frozen seconds before our first kiss. You went on to tell me months later that it was always simple moments between two that stuck the strongest to your memory. That first night our lips met, of exploring inside you and holding you close after... they will always stay with me. They will be a part of me I can never let go of. * Your house in the middle of the night, the winter cold is brutal. The howling wind outside sways the trees, gently vibrating them against the windows at times, like bird's wings softly flapping against the glass. The cold air seems to seep through every crack and crevice it can and methodically snuff out the warmth, no matter how high the thermostat is turned up. My skin is covered in goose-bumps, the blanket barely covering my body. We wear very casual, comfy clothes to bed. A hoodie and sweatpants for me, a long sleeved thermal shirt and flannel pyjama pants for you. ...