Casual Friday night [M]oment with my lover [F]

I started like many other evenings.

We alternated between chit chat, mindless banter and profound, mindful, philosophical dialogue.

Then something happened. A moment so pure it could never be manufactured nor induced.

She talked about sex. Casually. Shamelessly. She told me that she had masturbated earlier that day. I asked her, how? The usual way? Leggings half down, magic wand on panties? She said yes. Was your orgasm good? Yes she said. So was the second one. And the third one.

Hmm. This is turning me on I said. She said yeah? How so? I told her, well, I can feel my cock exploding in volume in my pants. I saw her hand immediately reach inside her pants.

I asked her, are you caressing yourself (deliberately asking the obvious, for the pleasure of hearing her whisper “yes”)? Well, *aren’t* *you* she replied? I’ll start right away, I told her, and reached for my cock.

We were on the living room couch, still fully dressed, but starting to come undone, each caressing ourself, locking eyes. After a few moments, we decided we would fuck.

She got loose of bottom clothing and positioned herself on the couch to offer me her ass. There was something so sweet, so fulfilling, about setting up behind her and teasing her pussy from behind, opening up her labia with the head of cock and pushing in, feeling the sensation go from ripping her skin open to gliding in against soft and engorged flesh, as her yoni opened up and lubricated from arousal.

I was holding her shoulders, then the base of her neck, then locks of her hair, pulling gently, making her feel my grip. Then my hands went back to her waist that I held tightly, occasionally grabbing and kneading her ass.

By now, she was losing herself in a symphony of whimpers and moans. I fucked her deeper and deeper, each thrust giving me an amazing jolt of pleasure.

Eventually I slowed down, deliberately, pulling back closer to the entry of her vagina, in order to caress her with the head of my cock.

For a moment, there was just that, the sensation of my head and her hole exchanging exquisite blows.

I pulled out completely when she asked me to stop. I knew she was too sore for me to continue. So she lay there, ass still in the air. I was checking our her beautiful, large pussy from behind, swollen from desire and friction, the pink hue of her glistening inner labia. I was checking out her asshole, the most delicate, cute, gorgeous little asshole.

I suddenly had the urge to plunge my face in between her cheeks, get my face, nose, tongue and mouth close to all that beautiful, delicate and musky flesh.

But I kept my cool. Had one hand going wild on her ass cheeks, slipping occasionally in between to grab her outer labia and squeeze them together. My other hand pumping my cock.

She was moaning, pulsating her hips in the most provocative way.

She wanted me to erupt and knew I was close. I finally did, a combination of drops of cum spurting out in all directions and long strings of cum shooting in a more steady and predictable pattern.

Then silence. And *petite mort*. And laughter. And bliss.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/c78idy/casual_friday_night_moment_with_my_lover_f