First story//
Before I start, I want to point out that I believe once you love someone, you can’t fully stop. There will always be at least a small place in my heart for those I’ve given my heart to (whether I like it or not). Lately, I’ve been dreaming and just all around thinking about my most recent ex (first true love, and longest relationship). Things that go a little like this.
Story//
As I sit on my bed, making eyes at him, I can’t help but think myself into a mood. He has no idea what I’m thinking, and I know if he did, he would pounce. I would get what I want. Him.
It’s all about the subtle moves. We both sit on my bed, sitting up again the wall with our legs straight out. I don’t usually wear skirts, but I had motive. We were watching a movie he had picked. I don’t mind the movie, it just doesn’t have my attention at the moment. All I can notice is the way his jeans highlight the perfections of his body. I prefer guys with a little cushion to snuggle with. He is just beyond perfect. His feet hang off the side of the bed, as he’s freakishly tall (the kind of tall that the first thing someone says to him is something basketball related). He’s handsome, in every way. Both the “being home to your parents” way, “the kind of face you want to sit on” way, and the “perfect picture” face. And his smile drives me mad.
I decide to go for it. I sit up so that I’m on my knees, but not dramatic enough to let him know my goal. I sit in that position for a minute and continue “watching” the movie. I take a deep breath and lightly swing my leg over and sit directly in his lap, facing him. I’m greeted with a smirk, almost like he’s been waiting for me. I rest my hands on both sides of his face and stroke his bottom lip with my thumb. He tries to lean in for a kiss, but I restrict him. I’m a proud tease, but he knew that. He loves that.
I lean in to kiss his neck a little, and I give him a few soft bites to feel the shivers roll down his spine. I can feel his jeans getting tighter. I bring my face back to his and lean in to kiss him, but stop short. I use my tongue to lightly caress the inner side of his top lip. Teasing him is turning me on to the point that I can feel my panties getting wet.
It isn’t long before he grabs my arms and cuts off the teasing with an actual kiss. I can feel his tongue trying to meet mine. We’ve found our rhythm, and I can feel his hands reach down to undo his belt. We continue to kiss until he moves one hand to my ass and one to the waistband of his pants. He lifts me slightly to slide his jeans down a little bit. As he does this, I fill his neck will a million more tiny kisses. I desperately want to leave a mark to claim him. I reach my hand into his boxers and stroke his cock, feeling how hard I make him. He slides my skirt up almost in sync with me pulling his boxers the rest of the way down, exposing his cock entirely.
He hesitates a little bit, fumbling for a condom in his back jean pocket. I stop his hand and look him in the eyes. “Just a little taste,” I whisper as I move my underwear to the side and slide onto his cock. He quietly moans at the feeling of my wet pussy. I pull him in closer to resume kissing, grinding on him. He has his hands on my hips, and I can feel his grip tightening. It isn’t long before he takes full control…
to be continued.. maybe.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/g3i8ya/ex_obsessed_21f