This story features heterosexual, vanilla sex, missionary, non-verbal communication, and the male orgasm.
Strip with me. Start with your shirt. Lift it up, up, up over your head, past your elbows. Hold on, your shirt covers your eyes, so let me lean in for a kiss. Your lips taste delicious, and we have barely begun.
I bet you're hard as a rock already, because my panties are soaked with desire. It doesn't take long for either of us to get wound up, but tonight, we're going to take this slow.
Pull your shirt the rest of the way off. Now it's my turn. Put your hands on my waist, grip the fabric, and pull it up, up, up over my head. Our tongues collide against one another. Oh, I just love the taste of us.
Pants need to go. Tug the zipper down; I can feel your length begging to be released from its denim prison. It springs forward, and I have to hold back from kneeling in front of you to guide it into my mouth. My bra and panties follow quickly. There's no sexy way to get rid of them without fumbling over the clasp.
My gaze lingers over your body, appreciating every curve, every line, every single inch. Our eyes lock, and I can sense that you're right on the edge of forgoing this slow, deliberate charade to bend me over and fuck me hard. How I wish you would, but that's not the game we're playing today.
Hands explore one another; your fingers ignite sparks inside my belly. You bow your head to graze your teeth against the skin between my neck and collarbone, and I let out a whimper, clinging tightly to your arms because they are the only thing holding me upright.
Guide me over to the bed, let it bump against the backs of your knees and sit, pull me between your legs. I can feel you against my aching pussy and every nerve inside me explodes. I have to keep my arms around your neck to keep them from claiming your cock. Keep your lips on mine, distract me, please, I beg you.
Climb onto the bed, rotate so I’m on my back underneath you. Your arms on either side of me, keep eye contact. Kiss me. Start with my lips, down, down, down, past my breasts, my stomach and… oh… right there. Each thigh getting attention. Fingers find their way past the folds of my pink cunt, tongue follows, lapping up liquid desire. Hum against me. Let the vibrations spiral past my core and turn my brain to mush.
Fuck yes. Fuck, fuck fuck yes. The minutes pass like hours. Each touch is more agonizing than the last. Soon, your fingers and tongue leave and are replaced by the head of your cock. God, I need you inside me right this second. I buck my hips to take you in, but you pull away, shaking your head. This isn’t a race. I whine, but you just laugh. Fucking sadist. My consistent greediness in wanting your cock is why we’re drawing this out. Fine, it takes two people to play a staring contest.
Finally, without warning, you shove yourself inside me, and I gasp at the pain. The pain melts away as you thrust back… forward… back out… slow. I’m so desperate for more, but you keep the pace. I can tell that this is just as agonizing for you as it is for me, so I buck my hips up again as you thrust inside. Your cock hits my core, and you let out a moan. I know I’ll pay for that later, but right now, I don’t care.
Our pace quickens; you’re on the edge; I know you are. Faster, faster, god, I want you to come so bad and you do. Your cum coats my insides, and you drop exhausted on top of me. You know how hard it is for me to cum myself, so I’m content lying beside you now. We’ll let sleep overtake us, and we will clean up later. Besides, I need to repay the favor.
