There’s charcuterie on the table, accompanied by an oud wood scented candle and the soft sounds of Italian music playing faintly in the background. I’ve decided tonight is going to be special. Not for any particular reason, I just find it’s not often that men are on the receiving end of romantic gestures.
I’m wearing that dress he likes and waiting eagerly by the door. I hear the jingle of his keys outside and he walks in as the opening notes of That’s Amore start playing. I give him a long kiss and he chuckles and asks “What’s all this about?” I smile and respond “I wanted to do something special for you.” He notices the edibles I purchased earlier and smiles knowingly. It’s been at least a year since we had a marijuana fueled lovemaking session. We sit down at the table, talking, laughing, and eating, savouring each other’s company. When we’re done we move to the couch and ingest the sweet mango flavoured drug and watch a movie while we wait for the effects to kick in. An hour passes and I can tell he’s feeling the high, it always hits him first. I suggest we go to bed so we shut off the TV and make our way to the room.
I lie down beside him and touch his hair. I can’t help but think how soft it is and find myself running my fingers through it, yearning to feel the rest of him in this heightened state. With my other hand I reach for his lower abdomen, caressing his muscles and taking in the sensation of his stubble on my fingertips. I run my hand across his skin for a few moments until I feel the nudge of his erection. I wrap my hand around it, enjoying his rigidity in my palm. I stroke him and lean closer for a kiss. I let out a small gasp when his lips meet mine, the sensation of his tongue entering my mouth is delicious. His hands begin caressing my body and I lie on my back to give him full access.
He begins fondling my breasts while I continue to stroke his cock. I moan as he pinches my nipples and I’m dripping wet. Everything feels amazing, but I want more. I try to move his hands lower but instead he places my own hand between my legs. I’ve never masturbated in front of anyone before and while I would usually feel shy, the weed has lowered my inhibitions and I indulge in my own pleasure. I make myself cum and grasp his dick tightly with my other hand. He finally reaches for my pussy and when he feels how wet I am precum erupts from the head of his cock, our juices lubricating our bodies with anticipation.
I clutch his muscular arm with both hands as his fingers methodically massage my clit, giving me intense pleasure but never fully entering me. I’m practically humping his hand, and between shuddered breaths I manage to utter “fuck me” and he clearly takes great pleasure in hearing me beg. “Please, please,” I say voraciously. He finally allows me to have what I’ve been craving.
He gets on top of me and enters my pussy. I envelop his stiff cock. The desire that has been building for the past few hours has reached fruition and a guttural sound emerges from my lips. We move together and the rest of the world melts away, nothing else exists. He slips out and I reach to insert him back into me but he playfully shakes his head no and glides his shaft between my outer lips. I moan as his cock pleasures my clit and his balls tease my asshole with every thrust. He rubs the head of his cock up and down my slit and pushes the tip inside me. I try to pull him in and he relishes in my desperation. His restraint drives me wild.
I squirt on his head and he thrusts deeper into me. I don’t know if it’s the drugs but it feels like we share one body, we thrust together and my orgasm comes in waves. I’m screaming an incoherent combination of primal grunts mixed with “yes,” “fuck,” and “oh my god” as I cling to him. He pulls out as he reaches his climax and brings his throbbing dick to my mouth. I wrap my lips around his shaft and take him deep into my throat. I savour the taste of my cum mixed with his as he explodes across the back of my tongue. I swallow his load with gluttony. He goes limp and we hold each other for a few moments. I feel like I’m floating.
At first all I can say is “wow.” We eventually manage to clean up and return to bed and I ask “did you have a good night?” “Yes” he responds with sleepy enthusiasm. We exchange goodnights and I love yous and drift off to sleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/m1dr7y/two_bodies_become_one_mf_str8_drugs