What You Do to Me - Sex Stories

What You Do to Me

... feel so wonderful?” she asked in a whisper. “Because,” I replied, “You’re not wicked. You’re incredible.” I kissed her face, her eyes, her forehead, and her lips as we moved together. Cheryl pressed upward and against me as I thrust, seeking sensations. Her hands held my shoulders and pulled me toward her. She moaned softly, and her pink tongue licked her full, delectable lips. “I love how this feels, Drew,” she said, as I felt her legs wrap around me. “I knew you would, my darling,” I replied. “I knew you were dangerous.” We continued moving together, kissing each other until Cheryl pushed my head away. “Oh!” she gasped. “Oh, yes! Oh, my darling, Drew! Please! Now!” “Are you sure?” I asked. “Yes! Yes! Yes!” she replied in quick succession. As I felt her tighten around me, my own release burned in my thighs and caused me to groan. She gripped me tightly with both arms and legs as I shot my essence into her pulsing depths. Now we lay in the lazy aftermath just enjoying the presence of one another. “We did indeed make love,” I noted, grinning in response to her observation. Cheryl nodded, looking into my eyes. “And it was wonderful. But now…” Again, she left it hanging. “Too much?” I asked. “No, darling Drew. Now we can play.” “Really?” I asked. “Honey, you loved me. We loved each other. I got that. Now, I want the fun part.” “The fun part?” I asked. “What does that even mean?” “Baby, you’ve been wonderful; so patient, sweet, caring. Our first time was wonderful. Now, I want to ...

... touch you, feel you touch me, and, you know.” “Play?” She grinned at me, rotated across my hips and planted a kiss on my nose. “Cheryl,” I started before she put a slender finger across my lips. “Let’s have some fun, Drew. Let’s explore each other.” She pulled my head forward until it nestled between her soft breasts. “You started there earlier. Go ahead. Lick them. Suck them.” I didn’t need much convincing. She rocked back and forth as I inhaled deeply, my tongue, lips and teeth testing and tasting the delicious flesh she presented me. I heard her gasp quietly as my tongue raked across one nipple and then the other. I lifted myself on my elbows and scooted back, brining Cheryl with me until I was resting against the headboard, propped on a couple of the pillows. She grinned at me and pressed her hips across my lower abdomen. “When you’re ready,” she whispered with a coy smile, “I’m going to take you inside me and ride you.” “Hmm,” I consented, my lips and tongue back to attending to her lovely breasts. Feeling the growth in my rod, I nodded, assured she wouldn’t have long to wait before I was erect. “Do you like my breasts, Drew?” she murmured, as if teasing a threat to withdraw them from me. I stopped long enough to reply. “I love them, Cheryl. Can’t you tell?” She smiled a wicked little grin. “When you do that, it makes me tingle all over and wet down there.” This time, my mouth full of her flesh and my tongue busy pressing a nipple against my teeth, I could only manage a ...