As expected, he was a great kisser, evidently practiced at treading the fine line between soft and passionate–gentle and animalistic. I could feel my pussy throbbing despite my moderately recent orgasm. He tasted as good as imagined…a blend of tobacco and weed, with a dash of whatever organic chemical compound that made me want him for so long. I couldn’t help but wonder if his cock tasted as sweet.
He broke away from the kissing and I sighed in slight disappointment.
“I don’t want you to feel like this is a requisite for the job…I’m a man. I can accept rejection.”
I laughed again and kissed him before letting my lips graze his ear: “I’ve dreamt of this moment many times.”
He didn’t need to hear anything more than that. He exhaled deeply, kissing my neck, working his way down to my collarbone and up the other side. I shivered and he grinned.
Fuck. Yes.
I ran my hands up his chest to his face. His cropped beard was softer than it looked and I stroked it as he kissed me, before letting one hand wander. Internally, all I could really think was “This is HAPPENING.” I wanted to laugh, but stifled it for the sake of the moment, which was, by all accounts, very hot. He gently started rubbing my tits through my shirt and upon feeling my nipples harden even further, accompanied by some utterance of pleasure on my part, he chuckled and kissed my neck, sliding his fingers beneath the hem of my shirt. His hand felt sublime—warm and rough on my stomach, slowly making it’s way over my skin towards my breasts, aching for his touch…
He teased my nipple through my flimsy bra and I gasped. I saw him smile and I ran my hands through his hair, pulling him into a wet kiss as he continued to play with my nipple. Instinctively, I arched my back and, being an experienced lover, he took my cue and ran with it. He kissed me more firmly and continued to tease my nipples with his fingers before sucking on my neck and surprising me by pushing my shirt over my head. As I extracted myself from my shirt, he leaned back and I watched him admire me, but with a different kind of lust in his eyes. It was what I was used to plus something else I couldn’t quite name….. perhaps something along the lines of a sort of satisfaction that comes after years of waiting. It was mutual. The certainty felt good.
He kissed me and I kissed back. He smelt manly, as he tasted. His fingers deftly worked my tits as he kissed down the side of my neck. I could feel my clit throbbing, tucked firmly between my puffy pussy lips as my nipples poked through my bra as if his touch had commanded it. I uttered sighs of contentment and i felt him work his fingers under the elastic of my bra, teasing the underside of my tits before
grabbed the hem and flung it over my head, telling him to do the same. Before I knew it, he was kissing me again, his chest pressed up against mine, his hands grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling me even closer so that i could feel the rock-hard bulge in his pants against my pussy opening, the wet spot on my leggings a dead giveaway of my arousal.
“Fuck!” he whispered, grinning before grinding his cock against my clit, and kissing me, a miraculous mixture of hard and gentle.
I could feel the wet spot on my leggings grow larger. I wondered if he could too. I could feel his hard cock through his jeans, but the sensation was muted and I wanted the real thing. I had waited long enough….
I unbuttoned his pants and we smiled at one another before I unzipped him as he kissed me. I reached in and pulled his cock out. Ohh it was just as lovely as I had imagined–if not lovelier…a nice solid 5+ inches with a slight upward curve. And I’m sure he knows how to use it, I thought as I let my fingers dance ever so gently along the length of it. He gasped softly and I smiled before kissing up his neck.
“Soo..where’s your sweet spot?” I asked, my fingers still dancing.
I heard him smile at the same time he groaned with pleasure. I don’t know. I was staring at his dick. “You know, nobody’s asked me that before.”
I looked at him and smiled. “Well I guess you’ve been hanging out with the wrong women.” He smiled and I firmly grasped the base of his cock before releasing and teasing him again. “Hmm?”
He let out a sheepish chuckle. “I guess..around the head?’ I found it endearing to see him unsure. It was possibly the first time!
“The head, huh,” I said, mostly to myself. “I can work with that.” I smiled at him and he grabbed my head with both hands, pulling me close and momentarily stunning me via attraction. I traced the head of his cock with my palm as we made out, his precum leaving a trail of slippery goodness on my skin. I moaned with satisfaction as his hands wandered my body, rough and tender–the hands of a real man touching something delicate. I ran my slick hand up and down the length of his cock before wrapping my fist around it with a gentle upward motion.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed again, breaking the kissing to expertly run his mouth down my neck to my tits. We exchanged blissful sighs as I sat, straddling him, the two of us locked in mutual pleasure. But I wanted more and he knew it.
He scooped me up surprisingly easily and sat me gently on the desk, grinding his cock against the even bigger wet spot on my leggings.
“Let’s take these off, shall we?” he asked, grabbing the hem and swiftly pulling them off. Thank god I shaved last night
His fingers danced over my plump pussy lips, teasing me as I had just done to him. He kissed my neck as he played me like a piano–and hitting all the proper chords ;) His fingers moved in a circular motion before briefly dipping the tip of his finger inside me. I groaned when he removed it immediately and he chuckled, teasing me once again. My heart raced and I could feel my breath quicken as he kept me wanting more before kissing me deeply on the mouth and plunging his whole finger into me, causing me to gasp. He fluttered his finger inside me, again proving his prowess in the art of female pleasure, before removing it again
“Oh,” I groaned. “Now that’s just mean.”
He laughed and slid his finger back in, working some serious magic as he gently tapped my G-spot. I felt a pressure start to build deep inside me and I revel in it–in him–as he worked his fingers, deftly and masterfully. I couldn’t help but let a few moans slip out before I grabbed his hand with both of mine and looked deep into his eyes for emphasis.
“Deep thrusts now” I said, my voice low.
Wow. No other man had ever so expertly followed my direction like he did. He worked his arm, thrusting his finger even deeper, while still maintaining the precision of tapping my G-spot–something only one or two past lovers could accomplish. I was unable to think anything; I was solely processing the pleasure, a complete slave to his finger, feeling my face flush and the pressure deep in my pussy build steadily. I paid no attention to the noises I made–the moaning and gasping he later commented on–before I felt a familiar sensation.
“Oh shit!” I heard him say as I felt myself explode, liquid gushing out my pussy. I smiled at his expression, a swirl of shock, surprise, bewilderment and lust as he kept finger-fucking me. After a minute or two, I had to stop him out of fear I might pass out from the sheer pleasure.
“Fuck, baby,” he said, licking my juices off his hand. My heart soared at the sound of him calling me ‘baby.’ “Wow I had no idea that was amazing.” His words ran together breathlessly. We smiled sillily at each other.
“I’m surprised,” I said, catching my breath. “Not many guys can do that.”
He smiled, clearly prideful, but it was veiled by his arousal. “Grr I wanna fuck you so bad,” he said, pressing his slippery cock against my clit, making me shiver as he kissed me passionately.
“Before you do that,” I said, firmly grabbing his cock and letting my fingers slide up and down the underside. He let out a groan and I guided him to sit before kneeling between his knees,
Damn it was nice to hold a cock again–and his! Forget momentarily that it’s a beautiful dick, what was most spectacular was who it was attached to… I stared at it momentarily the way some women look at diamonds before gently kissing it from base to tip. I felt him shiver and heard him chuckle before I slowly took the head in my mouth. He gasped.
Fuck, he tasted good too! Not totally sweet, but not too sharp…it was a swirl of his sweet personality with the tang of his bad boy facade. It was entirely fitting as I wrapped my lips around his cock and took it deeper and deeper into my mouth, enjoying the occasional profanity of bliss and disbelief.
Sucking on his cock and hearing him enjoy himself made my pussy throb, but I liked it too much to stop. And to think there was a time when I thought I would never enjoy it! Poppycock! (LOL)
After a few minutes, I felt his hand on my shoulder.
“Hang on,” he said, laughing. “Keep that up and we’re gonna have a bad time.” His South Park reference filled my stomach with butterflies and I sighed overdramatically.
“Well okay,” I said, running my fingers up and down the length of his cock again before he grabbed me and kissed me harder than before. I melted into it, feeling my pussy drip more, before pushing him back into his desk chair.
“My wallet,” he said breathlessly, motioning to his pants on the floor by my feet. “There should be a condom in there.” I knelt down, momentarily self-conscious as he watched me retrieve the prophylactic. It was one of those mildly awkward but necessary parts of sex they never show in movies or porn–just like lube (sometimes). I ripped it open and checked to see which direction was up before smiling at him and straddling him carefully, rolling it on slowly.
“Fuck,” he said, kissing me. “You’re so hot–” Kiss. “And your hands–” Kiss.
“What about them?”
“Mm–” Kiss. “The way you touch me–” Kiss. “Fuck!”
I smiled as I slid his cock slowly between my pussy lips, the tip of his cock coming to rest at my opening, teasing us both. He smiled back at me, flexing his cock so that it pressed harder but not hard enough to penetrate.
“Fuckk” I sighed as he did it a few times. He kissed me deeply.
“How long have you dreamt of this?” he whispered, continuing to tease me as I began to squirm, my breath quickening.
“Uh–” I started, temporarily lost for words. “Ever since you offered to give me that Fender.”
He smiled and exhaled, taking one of my tits in his mouth and then the other, moaning softly as he did. “Well I wanted you then, but you were jailbait.” He slid his cock up and down, resting again in the same spot that was driving me nuts.
“Ohh, I know, but I still wished you’d sneak into my room in the middle of the night.”
He laughed and kissed me again, one hand resting on my hip, the other playing with my nipples. I felt my pussy throb against the head of his cock and I kissed him, running my hands through his hair, down his neck to his shoulders. Gotta love a guy’s shoulders I moaned and he took his cue–gently thrusting his hips so that his cock slid deep into me.’
We let out mutual pleasure moans as we rested like that for a moment, my tight pussy adjusting to accommodate him before he slowly started to thrust. My heart was racing and I could vaguely hear myself gasping through the cloud of lust and pleasurable sensations.
“Fuck,” I mumbled as he moved his hips rhythmically so his cock hit my g-spot. I should have presumed he’d be a power bottom.
He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me closer to him, kissing me, tasting and smelling divine. I moved my hips in accompaniment with his, resulting in a fucking amazing pressure–another build-up welling deep inside me…
“Oh fuck,” I exclaimed again. It was really the only thing I could say! I knew I was going to squirt again so I urged him to continue, which he did honorably. I called out his name as I exploded all over him. This time, his eyes contained less surprise and more lust. He stood, scooping me up with him, his cock still embedded in me and I kissed him as he set me on his desk, leaning so that he entered me even further. I gasped and he kissed my neck as he slowly started to move again, his hands on my hips, moving me with him.
He didnt stand upright, holding my legs/knees as I anticipated he would. No–he stayed close, leaning so he could fuck me with his chest pressed against mine, his lips grazing my ear with every thrust. I could hear his ragged breath as I moved my hips to meet his. His movements became shorter and deeper–just my preference–as I could sense his orgasm building.
He cursed and his lips wandered and I flexed and released my pussy muscles rhythmically which seemed to be the main factor in sending him over the edge. HIs mouth released mine as he cursed and groaning my name, ceased all movement deep in me. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me. I briefly envisioned it condomless, him filling my pussy with his hot cum…for it to drip out slowly later.
When his vocalizations stopped. I could still feel his dick pulsing inside me. I funcking loved it He didn’t pull out immediately, rather kissing me gently for minutes before deeply exhaling and pulling out.” “Holy shit,” he said, removing the condom as I lounged there blissfully watching him. He grinned at me. “I think it’s safe to say this will be fun, at the very least.”
I laughed and stood to kiss him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and I reveled in the feel and heat of his body. “At the very least.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/35xyok/reigniting_the_flame_part_2_mf_first_person_f
aw I’m glad you enjoyed it :) thank you! The only problem is that a story like this takes a while to write :X hehe
Wow, finally I get to read the whole story and it was ever better than I in my imagination. I’m pretty much turned on now, lol. You have outstanding writing skills, I would love to read more of your stories!
I understand and I didn’t mean to give you the idea you should write a new story right away, so sorry if I did. I will just keep following you, since you manage it to surprise me with your naughty stories, hot movies and sexy pictures all the time. :) Edit: Damn it, your story made me forgot how to think, shame on me for messing with your inbox.