[F/M] Cute Canadian girl gets her “English lesson” with British boy

Hi Redditors, I'm a little nervous to post this but my good friend says you're a fun group of people and you'd love to hear my story so here goes. If it's good, I'll put something together again about my steamy encounters with this guy :)

It’s always exciting to see the person who makes your heart beat a little faster and gets your panties soaking wet with just a bit of French kissing. Now imagine not seeing him for four months and not having sex during those four months and then getting a weekend alone with him.

I’m Canadian, 5’2, 110 pounds, with long brown hair and as my guy friend who encouraged me to write this describes as “smoking hot.” I’m modest, but he wants the Redditors to know my face is also pretty nice to look at. :P The guy I’m in lust with? He’s British, dark brown hair, icy blue eyes and, to me, he’s soooo fucking good looking. I can’t control myself around him.

I have this strange chemistry with him that I don’t really know how to explain. The first time we met, we stayed up all night talking. The second time we met four months after that, everything just fell into place, too. These whirlwind romantic weekends holding hands and going out for brunch, punctuated by these hours-long sex sessions. The first time around, we woke up with aching bodies for days after. I don’t mean to exaggerate, but I don’t think I’ve ever had better sex with anyone before in my life.

I came out of the shower and combed my hair in his full-length mirror. He tells me I’m wearing too much clothes and I slowly strip off my nightie to show him my breasts for just a few seconds. I love teasing this man. We’re lying in bed in his half-lit room, making out like we’re in high school. He’s fully dressed but he lifts the light pink nightie off of my body, leaving me in just my lacy bra and thong. (Despite my best intentions, I can’t keep my clothes on around him.) He moves his hands across my stomach, grabs the inside of my thighs then slips his fingers around the slit of my wet pussy.

“You’re so fucking wet. I love how wet you get,” he tells me.

“You see what you do to me?” I let him know.

He’s on his side, fingering me softly first. He loves to watch me tremble with his touch, he listens to me groan. He’s kissing me but as I’m about to come, I push his mouth away.

He finger fucks me harder, then cups my breasts and sucks on my nipples. Just typing this turns me on so much because I know how amazing it feels.

He goes down lower and does this trick that always drives me wild: he hooks his finger and hits my G-spot and applies pressure just below my stomach with his other hand. I’ve already told him this, but I’ll tell you too…when he does this, I literally want to tell him that I love him even when I know I don’t. That’s the feeling that courses through my body as he hits my G-spot and plays with my clit with a flick of his tongue before eating me out. I can’t even stop myself from shouting but he has to stop to tell me to quiet down or we’ll wake his roommate. He smiles and hands me a pillow to bite down on and goes back to work. Sometimes when I’m about to cum, I stop it from happening, but he never lets me. If I try to push his hands away, he keeps going or he’ll push his mouth into my pussy until I’m cumming so hard. I fucking love his hands, his lips, his cock, his body, his eyes, his smile and what they do to me.

We cuddle for a second as he lets me catch my breath before he leads my hand down to feel how long and hard he is. He starts moaning just at the touch of my fingers grazing through his boxers.

He throws me on top of his body. I start at his lips. A trail of sweet, soft wet kisses from his mouth, his earlobe, down his chest until I’m facing his rock hard cock. I want to take my time with it: I wet his dick with a long lick from the bottom of his shaft right up to the tip where I happily taste his precum.

The first time we fucked, he put me on my back, straddled my face and forced his cock into my mouth. He held my hands and told me to squeeze if he was thrusting too far back. I loved it. It was my first time experiencing that – among other things he’s done to me – and I should probably tell him I want to do that again. When we’re in the thick of it, all I can think of is his cum all over me. I want it on my thighs, on my flat stomach, across my tits. I want to be on my knees so he facefuck me and cum all over my mouth. I want to put on a dirty, nasty show for him. I can’t even explain it, he just does this to me.

For now, I wrap my lips around his cock and slide up and down his shaft. I spit onto his member and jerk it as I kiss the tip sweetly and smile at him. I think he’s enjoying the view. I love his cock in my mouth, sometimes I get too excited and try to take it all in until I feel like gagging. The thing is, we both like when it gets to the point where I’m making gagging noises on his thick, long cock. He pushes his foreskin down and with his hand tangled up in my long hair, he helps me take it as far back as it can go until I can feel him hitting the back of my mouth and into my throat. At this point, he’s losing his mind at how deep I’m taking it in. But it’s still not the whole thing. He tells me if I want to fuck it has to happen now or he’s going to explode.

I climb onto him and slide his cock into my pussy slowly. I love teasing him and he lets me know how tight I am, or how hot it feels in there. I almost lose it as his cock head enters me, it feels so amazing. Then I get greedy and I start riding him…hard and fast. He doesn’t let me do this for too long. His eyes are squeezed shut then he insists we change it up and throws my tiny body around. (I love when he’s so strong and just manoeuvers me around as he pleases. :)

He has me on my back, looks at me with a naughty smirk on his face as he kisses my toes. Then he flings my legs on either side of his shoulders and fucks me. He’s kissing my thighs and grabbing my hands as he pumps deeper and deeper.

People throw around this idea of the “heat of the moment.” It is a real thing. I didn’t even intend on sleeping with him that night. But here he is, he’s pushing into me, filing me up, my thighs against my chest as they prop his body up. And it’s fucking blissful.

It’s that moment – maybe it’s just seconds – your eyes lock and all you can hear is the sound of your heavy breaths, the sound of your moans, the bed shaking as his body collides into yours.

He props a pillow underneath me and enters again. He goes so deep, I almost scream.

“Tell me if I’m going to deep,” he tells me.

I feel his cock all around the walls of my pussy every time he pulls in and out and it feels so incredibly good. (I have to stop myself from touching myself again right now from writing this.) He’s looking me dead in the eyes, his pupils are dilated staring at me and he’s smiling this small, happy grin.

“Do you feel that? It feels amazing,” I tell him. I have to close my eyes, it’s too intense.

I know it’s a lot for him, too. When he’s almost at the edge, he’ll stop to kiss me, change positions or he’ll decide to go down on me.

But I don’t want him to stop, it feels so insanely good so I keep the motion going and tell him I want his come on me.

“Where?” he asks.

To be honest, it’d be so hot for him to cum in my pussy but we both know that’s off the table. I want it on my thighs, on my tummy, on my chest or in my mouth.

“I want you to fuck me so hard until you can’t take it anymore.”

He does exactly that and fucks my brains out one last time before pulling out. I take his cock into my mouth again and jerk him until I know he’s cumming. He slams his cock into the back of my mouth and I feel the stream of his cum slide down my throat. Like I said, I love his cock in my mouth, and he’s made me cum so many times…I always want to return the favour and make him a happy man.

I think we may be seeing each other again sooner than four months from now. ;)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/3chv82/fm_cute_canadian_girl_gets_her_english_lesson