Falling in Love with Nitasha - Sex Stories

Falling in Love with Nitasha

... clutch me. She was incredibly wet; it felt like a small stream was running down between her legs. As we fingered each other, our mouths touched again then pulled apart, though for a few seconds more we were still linked by a string of spit between our lips that glistened in the fading light. I had to taste her. I sat up and pulled her into the middle of the narrow bed. My mouth moved down and found her nipple, my tongue flicking against it. I repeated small, butterfly kisses down her tummy until my chin touched her wet pubic hair. I could smell her. It was strong, exotic, musky intoxicating. My tongue trailed through her soft, dark hair and I felt Nitasha’s hesitant fingertips resting on my head, as though she was going to stop me. But she didn’t. Instead as my head moved between her legs, her legs moved apart slowly until one of her knees banged against the wall, then she pulled them upwards. I felt unsure what to do next, only guided by the knowledge that I wanted to please her desperately. My tongue reached the very top of her slit and Nitasha gasped. She was so moist that my tongue didn’t return to my mouth, but instead ran continually in unsophisticated loops up and down her pussy lips, pressing inwards with my tongue where my finger had been a minute before. Her gasps were arriving hard and fast. Both my hands moved inside her wet thighs and gently held them further apart. I started lapping at her, up and down, and suddenly she was moaning. Her hands on my head pushing ...

... me into her. More insistent licks. Longer strokes. I was aware that my face, from my chin to my nose, was covered in her wetness. It drove me. Then those lithe thighs, which she had pulled so wide apart, clamped shut on my ears like a vice, trapping me. A long, slow moan escaped her. She held me there for what seemed like a minute. “Oh,” she gasped, “my God.” *** Some time during the night, Nitasha slipped out of my bed. I stirred as she moved, opening my eyes, I could just see her searching for a t-shirt, and felt reassured as she found mine and put it on. I recognized the familiar creak on the floorboard near my bed as she paced to the door and opened it. In the silence of the night I heard her padding down the corridor to the bathroom. Suddenly awake, I recalled the excitement of our intimacy, but this was followed by a crashing sense of loss again as reality bit. Nitasha would return to her bed, ashamed. Tomorrow we would go our separate ways forever. Life would go on, emptier. In the distance, I heard the sound of the toilet flushing. Seconds later a door opened. Nitasha crept back into the room. The floorboard near my bed creaked again, signalling she was on my side of the room. With a tiny thrill in my tummy, I saw her shadow and felt her weight as she sat on the edge of my bed. I listened, with growing happiness, as she pulled off my t-shirt again and dragged the duvet up from the floor, in one movement covering our naked bodies as she cuddled into me. “Lisa – are you ...