What You Do to Me - Sex Stories

What You Do to Me

... meals ready. You’re living up to your commitment. His needs are met. Only yours go wanting.” “You’re trying to convince me to do something I know is wrong,” she said softly. “Whether or not it is wrong is only a judgment you make. And I’ve already told you that I’ll never ask you to do something you don’t want to do.” She put her forearms on my shoulders and looked into my eyes for a long moment, searching for an answer that I didn’t have. “I have thought about you,” she finally admitted. “This past week has been a mixture of glorious excitement and torturous anxiety. Those kisses last week made my heart flip, my gut twist, and I actually thought that I wanted you. But, I can’t, Drew. I can’t imagine how guilty and ashamed I would feel afterwards.” I nodded. “I would suck the guilt out of you through your lovely soft mouth, and kiss away your shame with the promise of a future filled with joy, excitement, and adoration.” I felt her hands caressing the back of my head, her fingers intertwined in the short hairs. She pulled me toward her lips. I could feel the heat in her kiss; the desire in her tender sucking. I let my tongue slide forward and she grasped it in her mouth. My hands rested lightly on her upper arms. The warmth of her translated through the fabric of her top and into my fingers. She released the kiss and added three, tender little touches of lips to lips. “What have you done to me?” she asked in a whisper. “Showed you how wonderful it feels to be desired ...

... again?” I asked in reply. “You’ve led me to the edge, Drew. I’m so frightened.” I squeezed her arms beneath my fingers. “I’ve got hold of you, Cheryl. It’s all right. Whatever you decide, I’ll still have hold of you.” “Is there a place?” she asked. “Some place private where we can…” She stopped. “I can arrange that,” I replied. “And you promise that you’ll stop if I say so?” “That is my basic promise to you, Cheryl.” “Wednesday,” she said with resolve. “I’ll arrange the place. It will be nice. Neutral ground. What are you thinking?” “I’ll tell you in tomorrow’s email. I want to talk. I want to kiss. After that, I don’t know.” I nodded. “I understand. One thing I want, though. It’s not negotiable.” “What’s that?” “I want to hold you, Cheryl. I want to hold you in my arms and feel your body pressed against mine.” Her smile was rueful. “That’s nice. I thought it was going to be something more, you know.” “Sexual?” “Yes.” I shook my head. “You’re a vision, Cheryl; a dream. For just a few hours, a few minutes, I want to hold that, to hold you close to me.” She leaned in for another tender kiss. “What you do to me,” she sighed as she released me. “You’re so dangerous, but so tender. Yes, you can hold me. We can hold each other.” “So you want that, too?” She kissed me again. “Yes, Drew. I want that, too.” ++++ “My dearest Drew,” the email began, filling me with dread that it would be the last one she would send me. “First, let me tell you how much I treasure the time we have spent ...