Falling in Love with Nitasha - Sex Stories

Falling in Love with Nitasha

... was an oddly familiar question. “What are you looking at?”, she said. I looked at her naked body, straddling me. She looked gracious; her pert dark breasts pointing towards me, her thatch of pubic hair resting on my lower tummy. I could feel the wetness between her legs on my skin and it dragged my excitement higher. My hands rested on her thighs as I spoke. “I love you,” I said. I felt stupid as soon as I’d blurted it out. She didn’t reply, but leaned forward, her hair tickling again, so her head almost touched my breast. Her tongue flicked again, this time brushing against my nipple. Nitasha began inexpertly lapping at it before covering it with her mouth and sucking it gently. It sent a tingle down my insides. My hands pushed awkwardly between us, palms upwards, to seek her nipples. I remember the relief when not only did she adjust her position slightly to allow my hands in, but her nipples, too, were stiff as I brushed against them. Nitasha rolled off me, giggling as her momentum almost took her over the the side of the narrow bed. Recovering, she rested her head on her hand and faced me, side-on. “I’ve always liked your body,” she said. As Nitasha spoke, her dark hand traced down my skin. A finger skimmed over my tummy, in and out of my bellybutton and then, more hesitantly, into my small patch of pubic hair. Only then did I realise quite how wet I was: my hair was matted and my inner thighs were soaked. Nitasha leaned towards me and her lips touched mine again, ...

... expertly timing her noisier kiss just as her finger reached the top of my pussy. Her finger ran down my pussy lips as our kiss continued. I half-wanted to stop her, to apologise for how wet I was, but instead I felt my legs opening to her, willing her to enter me. Her finger stopped somewhere in the middle of my wetness and then slid into me, just as my legs moved further apart. “Wow,” I half-giggled, half-breathed. “Wow.” It felt astonishing. It wasn’t the first time someone had put their finger in me, but this was another world from the mechanics of boys like Matt and his predecessors. Every time Nitasha’s finger pushed inside, retreated, and then pushed again waves built up against me. I felt I was closed to a cliff face and I was dimly aware I was breathing in short gasps. I reached across to reciprocate. Nitasha made it easy. Still lying on her side, one leg was raised, bent at the knee. My hand ran up the inside of her thigh – like mine it had a sheen of wetness along it – and found her pussy. I was driven by instinct to replicate the feelings she had built up in me. It felt as though my forefinger was almost drawn into her and I felt her suck in her breath. Her legs, too, moved apart: she grasped her thigh with her right hand and pulled her thigh upwards, her calf trailing in mid-air. My finger moved in and out of her, but I pressed against her pussy with the palm of my hand, knowing how I liked that feeling when I masturbated. Nitasha moaned and somewhere I felt her hand ...