Want - Sex Stories

Want

... me. “I’m not impenetrable. I hear you,” he continued as he pushes in so deep, driving me into the mattress of the small bed and then suctioning out. “I’m inside of you and I hear what you are saying and I feel you." “And you are inside of me too, taking over.” “Yes,” I cry out before being reduced to grunts and short breaths. His fucking is fierce, withholding nothing. Just as that wondrous feeling envelopes me and I feel I am about to lose consciousness, his whole body tenses. “You,” he says, his voice strained and hot on my lips, “make me weak.” His kiss absorbs my sounds as we come together. *** Later, with him lying on his back between my legs, his arm thrown possessively around my thigh and his bald head propped against my torso, he smokes his cigar. The sweet smell of it mingles with our sex and curls upward. I smooth my fingers over the curve of his head, so comfortable in our nakedness. “Well,” he says, his accent playing with my senses, “if I’m going to be sleeping here, we will be needing a better bed, love.” “Careful old man.”