A few years ago, a casual affair started with a friend of mine. What I thought might be a drunken kiss and nothing else turned into a 3 year long affair. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Adrian* has these mesmerizing eyes. I noticed them the second I first laid eyes on him almost a decade ago. I remember being at parties and thinking “man, how lucky would I be to fuck him?” I was sure he would never be interested. Until that night we walked out of the room, leaving everyone behind, said something magical that instantly made us stop and kiss each other.
A few weeks later we met at a bar and teased each other to no end, eventually making our way to my car. We teased and played with each other like we would for the coming years. And from then on, almost every day, we sent each other dirty little messages and hooked up as much as possible.
This particular story is about the first time we fucked.
We were limited on where we could have sex. His office was really the only place we could safely be usually. This particular night he took forever giving me the okay to come over. I found myself driving around the neighborhood, toying with my pussy over my thong. Sending him messages begging him to hurry. By the time he okayed me to come over, my knees were shaking, my pussy swollen and my panties soaked, much like it would be in the years to come. I had been waiting weeks to fuck him. We’d been making each other cum but never made the jump. Thinking there was a line we just couldn’t cross.
When I got there, he guided me up the stairs. As he walked behind me he slid his hand up my dress, making me stop in my tracks. I could feel my body pulsing. Blood rushing. My heart pounding. His hand found my clit, my hands found the stairs ahead of me as i bent over. His fingers danced around the inside of my pussy amd over my clit as my moans got louder. My legs started trembling as my orgasm built until I came in waves. He wasted no time. He got me up off the stairs and guided me upstairs to the couch in his office.
It’s always a blur with us. A tangled mess of clothes, hands wandering over every inch of skin we could reach, lips all over each other. I sat him down on the couch and I crawled between his knees. Gripping his cock and guiding it into my mouth. Letting my lips roam slowly as first. My tongue dragging around his cock. His hips thrusting gently towards my mouth. Stroking his hard cock while my mouth found his balls, sucking on them and moaning as I took each between my lips. He got tired of the slow tease and took control as he would over the years. Grabbing my hair, he guided my mouth back to his cock and pushed my mouth down until his cock entered my throat. His hips thrusting faster. Forcing me to gag on his cock, something he very quickly found out was my favorite.
He eventually got me on my back on the couch. His tongue is magical. Unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. There have been only very rare times where he couldn’t make me cum and those are usually because of some time constraint. There were none tonight. He pushed my legs open, my right leg on the back of the couch, my left in his right arm. He wasted no time diving into my pussy. His pillowly lips wrapped themselves around my clit as his tongue danced across my clit. I found myself holding back moans as he sucked gently on my clit while his hand reached up to my tits. Playing with my nipples with his free hand. He learned early on how much I love having him play with them. How rough I like them to be pinched. As he got rougher with my nipples, his lips got more aggressive against my pussy. Fingers found my pussy as I rocked against them, trying to get them deeper in me. My moans getting more desperate. And then he pulled the move that always pushes me over the edge. As his lips were wrapped around my clit, he shoke his head vigorously back and forth as his moans vibrated against my clit, mimicking how I rub my own clit when I play with myself. I couldn’t keep quiet as my orgasm built and and came crashing down over me. His lips not moving from my clit until I begged him over and over to stop.
As I tried to catch my breath, he climbed on top of me. My pussy soaked and throbbing as it met his cock. He teased my pussy with his cock, getting it wet with the juices dripping from my pussy, sliding it up and down my slit. It was electrifying. I needed him in that moment. I needed his cock deep in me. I made a half hearted attempt at saying no, that we shouldn’t cross this line as he slid deep into my pussy and my moans took over my protests. He pounded into me as hard as he could. One leg wrapped around him while the other rested on his shoulder. Our sweaty bodies intertwined on the leather couch. Haphazard kisses. Tongues roaming whatever skin they could each. I knew then and there that there was no giving this up. I was starved for this cock, this tongue, without ever knowing it. His own orgasm built up and as he reached his peak, he pulled out and came all over my tits. My chest rising and falling from the thrill of the situation. His cum dripping down and away from me with each rise and fall.
We cleaned up, snuck out and repeated this over and over and over again in many different ways in the years to come.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c12a19/our_first_of_many