I wrote a thing, from both sides of the bed, so to speak? I base this on a real life human or two ;-)
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I looked up at him, the sun bright behind his dark hair. Still couldn’t quite believe he was here, of all places. His big hand enveloped mine, our fingers intertwined. He was looking around, taking it all in. The mountains and the beautiful weather.
We had eaten a light lunch an hour ago, and I’d taken him on a walk around the area surrounding his hotel.
I wore a long deep teal skirt with a white sleeveless tank, flat sandals and a smile. Matching underwear and some silver jewelry. We were heading back towards the hotel when he stopped us.
He leaned down and kissed me, just a soft kiss. “Glad I came yet?” he asked. I arched an eyebrow.
“Did my enthusiasm this morning not show you?”
He grinned.
That morning he had woken me up with his mouth. His mouth biting and licking it’s way down my neck, then chest. Ending up between my legs where he proceeded to show me how much he enjoyed my very wet self.
He showed me at least 4 times, where I lost count before we fell back to sleep in a tangle of limbs and sighs.
Back on the sidewalk, I hooked my hand into the top of his jeans and pulled him closer, pulling his head down so I could reach his ear. “Let’s go back so I can show you?”
His eyes widened and he kissed me again before starting to walk and dragging me with.
We got back to the hotel and in the elevator, he kissed me again, much more eagerly. I teased his tongue with my own, neither of us hearing the ding when the door opened. A voice cleared it’s throat and we jumped apart, him pulling me along again til we reached his closed door.
He pulled me through and we didn’t even make it into the room before he had me against a wall, his hands trapping me there as his mouth ravaged mine. I moaned when his hands slid down the wall to go behind me, gripping my ass through my skirt.
I extricated my lips from his, pushing him away enough to lead him to the bed. I stood him there and unbuckled his belt. Unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down his legs. I placed a kiss on his chin, before hooking my thumbs into his boxers.
I slid them down and his cock popped out, already hard and eager for my attentions.
I pushed him back onto the bed and he sat with his legs spread, eyes on me.
“My turn,” I said as I moved to kneel between his legs. Bright eyes watched me as I took his cock in hand, watched my fingers slid over his shaft.
I stroked him once.. then twice. He made this strangled sound as I pulled his foreskin back enough to get my tongue onto the head of his cock. I swirled my tongue around the tip, tasting the remnants of our shower this morning, and that unique taste that was all *him*.
I could feel his legs shake slightly against my shoulders, his hand reaching for my head as I lowered my lips over his cock. I slowly sucked him into my mouth, relishing the way his hand trembled in my hair. I looked up at him, watched his eyes glaze over as I raised and dropped my head.
After a few minutes of me worshipping his cock, he pulled free of my mouth. I stood up and he lifted my skirt enough to hook his own fingers into my lace panties. He slid them down my legs and helped me step out of them. Then he stood and pulled his own pants and boxers up. I pulled on his hand and led him out onto the shady balcony.
I nudged him to lay on the lounge chair. He pulled me down on top of him and I kissed him with a smile. Then I kissed him in earnest, my thumb pulling his chin down so I had unfettered access to his tongue. We lazily laid there, warm air washing over us as if we had all the time in the world.
After awhile, I pulled my mouth away, and gave him a look before sitting up and adjusting my skirt so I could straddle his thighs. I wiggled my eyebrows as he looked around. My hands moved to his belt and I unbuckled it again. I freed his cock and stroked it gently as he laid there watching me.
“Fuck, that feels so damn good,” he murmured, his eyes watching my hand. His accent made that sound so much sexier.
I let him go and grabbed my skirt, shifting forward on his lap to slide my pussy lips over his cock, effectively coating it with my arousal as I rubbed over him. The friction was amazing and I was shaking when he reached up and pulled my mouth down to his. After a slow languid kiss, he whispered that he had a great need to be buried inside me.
I nodded and lifted my hips, allowing his cock to nudge at my entrance. His hands slid up my shirt, fingers pulling my lace bra down to fill his hands with my breasts. I sighed as I slid down his cock, watching the bliss spread across his face. I settled there for a few moments, enjoying the feel of his hot cock inside me.
I spread my hands on his chest and started to move, raising and dropping my hips, slowly and methodically, the rhythm more breathtaking than not. His hands stilled on my chest, sliding down and gripping my hips, guiding my movements.
And we stayed like that..long minutes? Hours? I couldn’t even tell you. It felt like an eternity, just feeling and the risk heightening every sensation.
The way his cock filled me.
The building pressure.
My heart racing.
Skin hot.
Fuck, I wanted it all.
My head fell forward as I approached my orgasm. He could feel my body, the throbbing deep inside. He pulled me down and stole my lips as I came, my body grinding onto his. He swallowed my moans, before grasping my hips and thrusting even deeper inside me to take his own release..
He whispered “fuck me, oh my fucking…” And his voice trailed off as the orgasm shook him. I collapsed on his chest and his arms wrapped around me. My ringing ear found his racing heart and I heaved a sigh.
“Well then,” he said with a short laugh, that turned into a moan when I giggled and my muscles gripped at his cock again.
Eventually we moved, him helping me to stand while he fixed his pants enough to get us inside where he stripped me and dragged me to the shower. Where he managed to make love to me again.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ghj4il/her_side_of_the_sexy_things_adult_mf_balcony_sex
WOW! Sexy & gorgeous ?