What You Do to Me - Sex Stories

What You Do to Me

... Cheryl eased us to a stop. I turned to face her. She lifted our joined hands. “This is the sexiest thing you’ve ever done,” she said. “There is intimacy in the way we’re connected like this.” I gave her a small smile. “It is sexy, isn’t it?” “Do you have a place for us?” she asked. “Yes.” “Then let’s stop wasting the little time we have together and get there.” We walked out of the park and into the lobby of the hotel where we’d had lunch. I guided her to the elevator and pushed the button for the eighth floor. “You really will be able to tell your friends you took me to a hotel,” she said with a broad smile showing her perfect teeth. “I told you,” I protested. “I don’t have friends. Certainly none that I would tell that.” When we walked into the room I’d reserved I let Cheryl precede me. She looked at the window which displayed a view over our park and a portion of the city. The two beds were on our left. She glanced down at the one closest to the window as I approached her from behind and wrapped my arms around her waist. She tilted her head back as my lips approached her neck. I inhaled the delicate fragrance of her and held her tight as I planted several kisses on the delicate smoothness under her ear. I felt her move her arms as she tossed her purse onto the table to our right, then wrap her arms over mine. “What you do to me,” she whispered, surrendering to the assault of my lips on her neck. ++++ Cheryl lay on her left side as I spooned her from the rear among the ...

... shambles we’ve made of the bed. “What’s the time?” she softly asked. “Just one o’clock,” I answered, checking the bedside clock. “We have two more hours.” “What will we do with two hours?” she teased. I kissed her shoulder. “We could order room service, if you like,” I suggested. “Or, we could shower.” Cheryl turned to face me, her eyes searching my face. “Or,” she said, leaving it hanging. “We certainly could make love again,” I grinned at her. She tenderly kissed my lips and I felt myself beginning to swell again. “We made love, Drew.” Indeed we had. We had stripped one another carefully, interspersing our removal of each element of clothing with an increasingly passionate series of kisses. When I had removed her tantalizing bra and released her breasts to my view I had nuzzled them and kissed each nipple until Cheryl protested. “Later,” she said, hoarsely. “Now I want you in me.” We had stripped back the cover and top sheet and Cheryl had moved to the center on her back. She spread herself for me and reached to gather me into her embrace. “You’re sure?” I asked. “I’m waiting to feel you enter me, Drew. I’m offering myself to you.” That first entry had been excruciatingly slow. Cheryl hummed a wonderful welcome as I eased my hardness into her velvety, moist flesh. I rested in her for a few moments to allow us both the opportunity to savor and adjust to the sensations. I drank in the vision of her as she lay beneath me, full of my throbbing flesh. “How can anything so wicked ...