What You Do to Me - Sex Stories

What You Do to Me

... back on me for another couple of minutes, moaning softly, then more loudly, until, with a huge groan, she collapsed on top of me. I felt her muscle pulsing in an irregular rhythm as she lay panting, nearly weeping, her breath hot on my neck and shoulder. “You didn’t,” she panted into my ear. “I already did once,” I acknowledged. “My next will take longer.” She arose on her hands and knees and looked into my face, concern crossing hers. “That won’t do,” she said firmly. “It’s all right,” I tried to sooth her. “Honestly.” “No,” she said firmly. She eased off me and shuffled around. “Stand up,” she ordered. “Really, Cheryl,” I protested. “It’s not a big deal.” “It is to me. Get up.” I stood by the bed. “Come on,” she directed. “Get it inside me.” She knelt at the edge of the bed and rocked herself back and forward in an invitation. I stood behind her and held my rod, guiding toward her. When it touched her, Cheryl pressed backward. I eased inside her. “It’s your turn to fuck me,” she said. “Do me, Drew. Fuck me.” Her back was smooth and beautiful, sloping down from the rounded bottom that presented to me. I grasped her hips easily and began a slow rhythm of penetration and withdrawal. Her hair was gathered on her right shoulder as she knelt, her forearms resting flat on the bed. “Yes, baby,” she said as I pushed into her. “You feel good. I want you to come.” “You first,” I grunted, plunging into her. She did, twice before I eventually felt the burning in my thighs. I held her ...

... hips firmly and buried myself inside her as my essence jetted through my hardness and into her welcoming warmth. “Oh, fuck, yeah! Oh, baby!” she cried out as I released myself into for the second time that day. As I withdrew I grabbed one of the towels we lay on the bedside table and pressed it against her opening. Cheryl grabbed it from me and fell forward on the bed, panting and gasping. “Wasn’t that fun?” she asked between labored breaths. “I fucked you and you fucked me.” I lay on the bed next to her and gathered a handful of her hair between my fingers. “It was,” I admitted. “Though, it wasn’t exactly what I expected.” “What did you expect?” she asked, sounding serious. “Honestly, I expected we would make love and then you would go home wracked with guilt and I’d never see you again.” Cheryl’s laugh was rough, mostly because she had yet to fully recover her normal breathing. “I’m not going anywhere torn up with guilt, baby. I thought I’d made that clear.” “Well, there are good intentions,” I said, “Then there’s reality.” She turned on her side, hitched herself up on an elbow and planted a perfunctory kiss on my lips. “Here’s the reality. This part of my life has been missing for too long. It should be clear to you that I like this. Now, it’s not my fault it hasn’t happened. I’ve done everything I know to make it happen and all to no avail. So, if I can’t have it there, I’ll get it here.” “Don’t get me wrong,” I said. “I don’t want you to feel guilty about this.” “I’m a ...