What You Do to Me - Sex Stories

What You Do to Me

... hum of recognition. “Do you want me to fuck you, Drew?” she rasped. I’d never heard her use that word and was astounded at how easily it seem to flow from her. It caused me to stop. “Yes, my darling,” I said raggedly, “If that’s what you want.” “You made love to me,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I want to fuck you.” I grasped her neck with both hands and pulled her into a sensual kiss on the mouth. Our tongues tangled and battled with one another and Cheryl put her hands on my cheeks. She pulled her lips from mine and rose to a kneeling position over me. One hand snaked between us and grabbed my hardened rod. She positioned it at her opening and slid downward, absorbing me into her warm, damp, welcoming recesses. I watched her face, transfixed as I saw the mixture of expressions flow across it. There was the concentration of the manipulation, the expectancy as she lodged me just at the opening, a look of purpose as she eased me inside her, culminating in a wistful expression of contentment when she finally had me fully encased. “Thank you for this,” she whispered to me. “This is just what I needed.” “You’re kidding,” I replied. “You are beautiful, exotic, and completely adorable. This is the mental picture of you that will forever be lodged in my mind. And you can have this whenever you want it.” Her smile was soft and delicate. “I think I’ll be wanting it a lot.” I felt her compress on me. I gathered her soft hands into mine and interlocked our fingers. I ...

... squeezed, and she squeezed back. She rocked forward, pressing our linked fingers into the bed and withdrawing my hardness almost to the tip. Holding me down she eased backward until she had enveloped me once again. “Do you know what I’m thinking?” she asked, challenging me to read her mind. “You’ll have to tell me.” She rocked forward and back again before answering. “I can’t see this, so I’m imagining how it looks. I think it looks sexy and awesome as your cock presses into me, disappearing in my flesh.” “And that makes you feel sexy?” She nodded and her soft hair tossed as she repeated the motion. Her bottom lip disappeared under her teeth. Her breath escaped in a short sigh. “Do you have any idea how good that feels?” I couldn’t help but chuckle. “I think I do since it’s my meat your body is swallowing like that.” “Can I go faster?” she asked. “Anything you want.” She sped up the rhythm just a little, making sure she rubbed her breasts along my chest as she rocked back and forth. Her eyes closed as she concentrated on the sensations. She continued pressing forward and back, slowly advancing the tempo. I couldn’t help but press into her. She was driving me nuts. Her eyes flew open and I felt the fluttering grasp of her around me. “Did you feel that?” she asked, nearly breathless. I nodded. “I came! I didn’t expect it. Do you know what that means?” “What?” “I want more,” she gasped. “More of those. It feels so good.” She increased the tempo of her thrusts and pushed forward and ...