Another story with romantic sex from a woman’s POV. I [F] love [M]y sexy (thoughtful and smart) boyfriend. (F31,M40)

It has been a while since I’ve posted. Life is still great with Rob! We have talked about getting married and melding our futures. He’s taken care of me through a rough patch at work, and made sure I’ve felt loved the entire time. He is everything I’ve been looking for and more. I have never been in love like this before. He’s on the road again, and I just got back, but before we were separated for work, we had a really, really, nice Saturday night together…

We had a nice night, quietly at home. Netflix was going, and we were cuddled up together under the blanket. It is getting late, it is dark outside, and I’m tired, but I can feel that my body isn’t ready to sleep just yet.

He has his arm around me, my head is on his shoulder, and my hand caresses his broad chest. My fingers trace across his collar and down his shoulder. I have changed from passively touching him to sending out a signal to him that certain parts of my body are very much awake.

His breathing changes, I see him look at me from the corner of his eye. He shifts in his seat with a slight grin, and I’m hoping it is because his pants are starting to feel tighter. I look up at him and shift toward him so I can kiss him. It starts nice and gently. He entices me by drawing back just a little bit. So I come to him and lean in while draping a leg over his. (And it wasn’t just hope, I can feel his bulge against my thigh.) He holds my waist, reaches over my hip, and grabs my ass.

Now he doesn’t hold back or lean away. He pulls me in so I am fully straddling him as he kisses me. The curtains are open to the balcony and the neighboring units, but he doesn’t seem to mind, and I find it a little thrilling.

We kiss and kiss more until I can’t take it. I want him. I want him now. I stand up and pull his hand towards the bedroom. He stops me. I freeze and look at him and ask, “Mmm… what’s up?” He has a sly smile and says, “Why don’t you just turn off the light?” It takes a second for me to register what he’s hinting at. Once I get it, I bite my lower lip and scurry to click the light off. The ambient light of the city still passes through the windows and allows me to see him clearly, but allows us to be shrouded in shadows from curious eyes across the way.

As I traipse back from the light switch, he meets me before I can get back to the couch. Standing, he grabs me to keep kissing in the middle of the living room. The shadows emphasize his handsome jawline. He takes off his shirt and in the darkness, the muscles of his shoulders and chest look ready for a black and white photoshoot. Delicious, and I get to fuck him.

He draws my shirt over my head, and ducks down to hold my breasts and suck my nipples, causing my knees to buckle. He loves that nipple play can get me close to orgasm, and I love it too. He walks me backwards to the sofa. He lays out the blanket (thoughtful, protecting the couch) and backs me onto it, kneeling in front of me as I recline. His lips kiss the insides of my thighs as he runs his hands up from my knees, along the outside of my hips, to grab me and pull me in.

Oh heavens, yes. His mouth on me feels amazing. His tongue pushes against me with enough pressure for pleasure, but not enough to overwhelm into the threshold for pain. He licks and sucks, re-energized every time I moan, and moaning back to me. The deep vocalizations add vibrations to the magic. My wetness runs down onto the blanket.

I am so turned on. For as great as it feels, I want him to stop because I want him inside of me.

I pull him up to kiss him, tasting myself on his lips. I slide out from under him, pulling his pants to his knees as I push him to sit. The low light from the window reminds me that we are one switch away from anyone viewing our bodies tangled together, and it just makes it hotter.

I want him inside of me, but I also want to feel him in my mouth. Conundrum. I decide to push his knees apart and make eye contact with him as I move my smiling lips towards the head of his cock. I lick it before taking it all the way down the shaft. He puts his hand on my head and groans. I love to push my tongue around the head as my lips and hands are on his shaft, lifting my head and finishing the stroke with my fingers running just on the underside of the head. He stops me.

He brings me up. We kiss more. He wraps his arms around me and brings me down over him. I am so wet, he slides in with very little resistance. We both gasp as he enters me. I cling to his shoulders as he fills me. This position renders me brainless from the delight. All I know is that he feels amazing and our bodies want more.

WIth every stroke, I feel closer to orgasm and closer to him. We are sweaty and breathless. I lean back from him to look at him. He smiles at me and I can’t help but kiss him.

We take our lovemaking to the rug, but quickly decide to take it back to the bedroom. He gets on top, kneeling, my legs up on either shoulder. I arch my back, my hips come off the bed. His hands hold my ass and drive the rhythm. I slide my hand over my clit and beckon the oncoming orgasm.

His breathing is heavy and hot. I can tell that he is close and trying to hold back as I get closer and closer. The grunting and straining in his breathing pushes me over the edge. “Oh my God. Rob. I’m coming. Now.” He pushes into me, my legs leave his shoulders and wrap around him to lock him in. We are both a mess of pulsating, quivering, and wet. He pulls out slowly. Cum runs down my thigh and onto the towel we put down (the reason we finish in the bedroom…)

We cuddle up for our pillow talk. I love the feeling of closeness. Having our legs intertwined, he strokes my hair and kisses my forehead. We fantasize about our future. We still get up to brush and floss then come back to bed and fall asleep ready to awaken tomorrow for a new day together. I love this man. I can’t wait to marry him.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/lph0c3/another_story_with_romantic_sex_from_a_womans_pov