My boyfriend had come over to my apartment for the night on a cold snowy Maine evening. After spending time talking about our days and drinking some brandy, we got ready for bed and spooned for a while, revelling in the the warm cocoon of each others’ presence under the blankets. Between exchanging stories, we were giving each other these little butterfly kisses: just a touch of his lips on mine, me softly brushing mine against his, pulling one lip into my mouth, sucking gently, hint of tongue. Eventually we stopped talking, and let the kissing speak instead. At one point, we were making out for so long and I was so focused that I forgot not to hold my breath! I turned to him, breathlessly giggled and told him so, and put my cheek onto his chest to gulp some much needed air in. He laughed and asked if I was okay, rubbing my back. I finally caught my breath and turned over to get some more spooning time, and he wound his arms all around me just like I like it. But he went further, brushing his lips against the nape of my neck – instant shivers. My spine was tingling as he went back, kissing softly across my shoulders, under my ears, at the base of my neck, adding gentle licks in between. Slowly, he took one hand and cupped a breast, kneading it, rolling the nipple. That combined with the attention he was giving to my neck was a fucking sensory overload.
“I’m so hard for you ”.
I started grinding my ass on his erection, my back glued to his front, my hands holding on to his strong arms for leverage. Keeping the hand wound underneath me working at my nipple, he slowly moved his other hand across my rib cage, past my flat stomach, and down to my pussy, rubbing his fingers at the right spot. Fuck. We kept going at it, him telling me how much he wanted to fuck me, me saying it back. I told him to check to see if I was ready to have him inside , knowing he’d find my pussy wet and willing.
“You’re so wet”, he whispered urgently in my ear, his fingers brushing against my vulva.
I told him to put them inside to see for sure – his only response was a throaty “fuck”. His fingers then rubbed deep inside, and now my hips were bucking involuntarily. I couldn’t stop my desperate moans. He whispered to me again how much he wanted to be inside me; “only if you promise to take me just like this”.
Still spooning me, he took his hard cock and teased my pussy lips, coating it in my wetness. Then, he slid it inside, holding onto my breasts, one hand squeezing my thigh. It felt so amazing. I turned my head to him, and he started kissing me passionately, moving a hand onto my neck. As he pumped in and out of me with sure, deep thrusts, the combination of the pressure of his hand on my neck, my twisted head, and me trying to keep my breathing shallow began to make the rest of the world start fading away – there was nothing else but the sensation. Sliding, wet, moist skin. I felt him everywhere inside me.
His thrusts started becoming more desperate and his breathing rapid. I was so turned on that a single brush of my fingers on my clit sent me over the edge as I started orgasming, my pussy clenching on his cock, bringing out his orgasm too. He emptied himself inside me as I gasped and twitched in his arms.
As the snow fell outside, we held each other close, coming back down from that incredible rush.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/905rra/making_love_to_my_boyfriend_on_a_cold_winter_night