what getting turned on feels like (at least for me[F])[M]

The memories of that weekend still haven’t let go of me… so I kept writing them down.

this is how we got here in the first place: [https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b17c15/fm_the_one_when_i_went_to_visit_my_ex_again_after/](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/b17c15/fm_the_one_when_i_went_to_visit_my_ex_again_after/)

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I was still at my ex boyfriend’s place, first round of fucking done (see Pt. I) and we had fallen asleep afterwards. Problem is, I tend to have a very light sleep when I am not alone in bed, so at some point a car driving by outside the window made me wake up in the middle of the night, probably around 3am.

I couldn’t get back to sleep and having him lying next to me naked didn’t really help me to relax. I don’t know what woke him up, maybe he just felt me not sleeping, but at some point I turned over, faced him and I found myself staring into his open, glistening eyes looking back at me. I immediately got a bit breathless, realising who I had in front of me and what had happened between us just a few hours ago. We didn’t speak, just lied there watching each other for probably not even a minute, but it felt much longer (normally I am the one seeking eye contact and have people looking away at some point, but he had me losing almost every “stare battle” that weekend, I don’t know, maybe he was just too intense for me).

I thought he just wanted to fall asleep again, so I rolled back on my back, looking at the ceiling. But he didn’t seem to mind being awake, instead he moved closer to me, pushing my blanket away and pulling his over the both of us, taking me in his arms. I was still lying on my back, my head on his arm, our legs intertwined, he was on his side facing me, one hand on my stomach, his chin close to my shoulder so I could feel his breathing on my neck.

We stayed like that for a while, not moving, and I actually calmed down. I wasn’t turned on at that point, I just felt completely relaxed and comfy, enjoying his warmth and the touch on my skin.

Eventually, he started stroking my stomach, drawing lines and patterns on my skin, very lightly with his fingers. I let out a sigh and closed my eyes, head pulled back to stretch my body, instinctively moving closer to him. His light touches eventually moved up from my stomach, first grazing my collarbones before starting to caress my breasts and teasing and pinching my nipples. While touching me like that, his breath stayed calm and even at my neck and I could feel the tip of his nose right under my ear where the jaw goes over to the neck.

By then he had me going. Eyes closed, breath getting faster, my mind shut off and all I could focus on was the way he touched me. I think he felt that, because he slowly started to kiss me neck, something that tends to work just right for me.

He kept setting my body on fire. I started to slightly arch my back, trying to get as much feeling out of it as possible and dug my hand into his hair. Needless to say my clit was already warm, wet and pounding and he hadn’t even started touching below my stomach…

That was the next step though. After he felt like my tits had gotten enough affection for now, his hand slowly traced it’s way down my body, stroking down the outer sides of my thighs and then moving up the inner sides. I spread my legs, aching for him to slide his fingers in my pussy, but he didn’t allow me that relieve just yet. Instead he stroked my clit, lightly rubbing up and down and in circles. I moved my hips upwards, pushing against him, one hand still in his hair, the other tightening around his arm while my body tensed up more and more.

He kept teasing me, keeping his touches light and slow, until I was almost out of my mind. He then parted my labia and slid one finger in my soaking pussy, continuing the massage on the inside of my body while slowly fingerfucking me. I had lost any means of control, I just reacted instinctively to my body’s desire and the wonderful feeling of him giving my body all this attention.

He kept fucking me with his fingers for a while, varying in speed and depth and I enjoyed every second of it. The tension in my body increased and I wanted to come so badly, but it isn’t easy to finish me like that. Normally I just intervene and tell the guy what he should do differently, but my mind didn’t work right anymore and I knew I woulnd’t be able to properly explain anything. Plus I craved for more – more of him, more of his body – so I pulled away, resulting in his fingers leaving my body. He waited cautiously what I wanted to achieve with my movement, so I signaled him to get on top of me with slightly pulling him over. When he moved over me, I could feel his hard penis on my thighs, I hadn’t even touched him, and it sent waves of desire through me. His weight on my body, his heat everywhere and his cock just millimeters away from my throbbing pussy drove me insane. We just lied there like that, in the moment of anticipation, savouring the tension, the electricity between us and the longing to feel each other. This is by far the latest when I’d usually demand to put a condom on (for illness-reasons, I contracept) and my mind fleetingly reminded me of that, but I pushed the thought aside. I wanted this so badly, I needed to feel him, properly.

We both reached the end of what we could take, self-control-wise, and he moved his hips to enter me. Without problem, his cock moved into my wet pussy, filling me up completely. I moaned, being overwhelmed by the intensity of feeling him inside of me.

I really don’t know how people can hold back, because I just can’t. He started to fuck me and honestly, it only took him a couple of thrusts before I fell apart, having an orgasm that made my body explode in waves, with him continuing to move in and out of me. I can’t really say how I behave while coming, especially when I get lost in the moment, but I have been told I am not necessarily the quietest. The waves kept coming and I pulled him closer, wanting him to be as deep in me as possible.

After all tension had been relieved, I regained control over my body and wrapped my legs around his waist. I occasionally quite enjoy to continue fucking after I am done, because then I can focus on the other person rather than being distraced by my body wanting his own relieve. So I gave in to that, enjoying the moment, his gorgeous body energetically moving with mine, moaning with every thrust that drove me closer to the edge again. Soon he slowed down and told me in a breathless tone that he was close, and if it was okay for him to come inside of me. I was suprised by that (kind of charming I guess? so far, when I agreed to sex without condom, that hasn’t happen to me), in my head I had kinda automatically agreed to that when I didn’t insist on a condom in the first place. So I told him I wanted him to. I wanted this to end right, I wanted to know what he’d feel like while letting go.

He continued, finding his rhythm, giving me more pleasure while slowly losing control himself, which was wonderful to feel. It didn’t take him long until he came, tensing up while he did and unloading his sperm inside of me. He calmed down, kissing my face and my neck while I felt his cock relax, both of us overwhelmed with joy and satisfaction. He lied back next to me, again wrapping his arms around me, both of us not speaking, and I think I actually fell asleep like that, unusal for me as I often can’t sleep when someone is touching me…

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