Last month, we took the plunge! We met the families!
The night Rob came to my childhood home, I let him know that my parents would welcome him with open arms- and then try to feed him.
True to predictions, they immediately invited him in and offered him local foods. We stayed up fairly late, but only slightly past our normal bedtime. We had a nice time and had a good chat.
I’m not sure how comfortable he is in my old bedroom. We get settled in, phones charging, lights off. We talked about how the meeting went and snuggled together.
Snuggling turned into making out. Making out, he shifts to bring our hips closer. I can feel him hard against me. He always sleeps with his shirt off, and he feels delicious in the dark. I love running my hands over his bare skin, especially his arms and back. He kisses me and strokes my hair. He strokes down from my shoulder and arm to my elbow, something he does when he feels ready to carry the sexy stuff to the next level. Sometimes I tease him and build sexual tension by ignoring this subtle signal until I just can’t stand it- but tonight, I don’t have the self-restraint. I want him now.
My shirt comes up and over my head. His hands meet my bare back and hold me so gently. I feel small in his cozy embrace. He kisses down the side of my neck. The kisses keep moving down past my collar bone and down my breast. His hands pull me closer to him, emphasizing his erection against me as he takes my nipple between his lips. My thighs squeeze together and my back arches with pleasure. I have to remind myself not to make any noise; my parents are still awake, just down the stairs, talking quietly.
We shimmy out of our respective remaining clothes so our naked bodies can meet. Again, he pulls me close and kisses me. His thigh is between mine, allowing me to grind against him. His hand tenderly strokes my hair and caresses my cheek. Behind the subdued and controlled gestures, his masculinity is only thinly veiled. My hands wander over his muscular body. His hands start to venture south to grab my ass. The romantic restraint tipping more and more into sexual passion.
Our chemistry in the dark bedroom is electric and heightened from the intimacy brought from a great introduction to my family. I am intoxicated in love.
I roll to my back and he rests on his elbow, moves the hair from my face, and kisses me. He teases me, our lower halves aligned, but not entering me. He uses the tip against my clit, already excessively slick from my wetness. My fingernails dig into his back and my hands urge him to enter me. He breaks our kiss and bites my lip, teasing me as I lift my hips to welcome him in. He is getting back at me from the times I ignored his foreplay elbow caresses… He waits for me to give up and drop my hips back to the bed before lifting me up himself, kissing my neck, and slowly entering me.
It is making love. He makes sure each stroke is intentional, hitting my g-spot and ending with his body against my clit. I wrap my arms around him, “I love you so much,” I whisper. He whispers back, “I love you too,” before pulling me in for a deep kiss.
After enough foreplay, neither of us are in the mood for a marathon. Things escalate more quickly than usual. Making love transitions into fucking. He positions himself so he kneels between my open thighs. My fingers play with my clit. I am stifling my breathing to stay quiet. He can still tell that he is listening carefully, speeding up to match me. He is doing his best to hold back his orgasm because we don’t have a great way to clean up the evidence… As I feel the oncoming orgasm, I pant to him, “Let me swallow you?” His response, “Mm, yes.” With that I succumb. Waves and waves of pleasure from every point his skin meets mine, my body feels like it glows from the warm and heavenly sensation.
I’m ready to suck him off. He strokes my face and tells me to take a minute first. I bask in the post orgasmic fog just a while longer before tracing a hand down his chest to about the level of his hip. We are lying on our sides, torso to torso, so I feel his erection jump between us in anticipation. I push his shoulder down onto the bed so he is on his back. I snuggle in between his thighs, I lick my hand and slide it over the head. He sighs deeply, but as quietly as possible. My lips follow. I hear a sharp intake of breath. I use one hand to stroke him, making sure to finish each up stroke in contact with the head. He places his hand on my shoulder to dictate the pace. He wants me to speed up at a constant rate. Soon my head is bobbing over him, tongue playing under the head and down the shaft at a rhythm I know will make him bust. Sure enough the quiet whisper, “I’m going to come.” His hand leaves my shoulder to grip the sheets. I feel him pulse with my lips around him, mouth filling with his sweet cum. I swallow, but don’t move until he rubs my back, letting me know I should surface.
He guides me up, bringing me up to kiss me again before I snuggle into him. My head fits on his shoulder, my fingers tracing his broad chest. He strokes my shoulder and arm, now in after care, not foreplay. He kisses my forehead, hugs me into him, and holds my hand.
I’m so happy.
Skip ahead to now: We met his family as part of resuming travel as part of our fully vaccinated new-normal. We bought our wedding rings. We set a date for an elopement/micro wedding next month. He is my person. I love him so much. I can’t wait to be his Mrs!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nyepaj/loving_sex_mf_sex_in_my_31f_childhood_bedroom
Incredibly sweet, romantic, and hot