me and the boyfriend having sexy fun--- revised
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,756
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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me and the boyfriend having sexy fun--- revised
10:35 p.m.
As I slipped the deadbolt on my dorm room door, I felt his hands on my waist, his face in the crook of my neck. Finally, I thought. Finally, we’re alone. We don’t see each other much, perhaps every few days if we are lucky. He doesn’t attend this school and his car’s in the shop. So when we see each other, we make every minute count. Tonight would be no different.
I turned around and melted into his arms. His lips met mine gently and sweetly. We slowly kissed over and over again for long moments. He held my face in one hand and traced nameless patterns on the small of my back with his fingers. We stood there in the darkness, perforating the nighttime silence with our breaths and the soft, organic sound of our lips caressing each other’s. I took off my coat and let it drop to the floor. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me close to him.
I rested in his arms, grateful to be here with him. I pulled him closer too, my arms around his neck. I had waited and planned to see him for a week and now that he was here, I was in his arms, and it was one of my favorite places in the world.
For what seemed like an eternity, we stood there, kissing like children in love. I slid my hands under his hoodie and pulled it up over his head. I could more clearly smell his cologne and its strong, sweet male scent made me tingle with desire. I ran my hands down his raised arms and grazed his armpits. He flinched and grabbed my hands, laughing. The smile he smiles when I tickle him warms me from head to toe, and as his eyes twinkled, I felt something in me soften. I wanted to make love tonight, and I hoped to get what I wanted.
His hands worked slowly on the buttons of my shirt, parting the front of it. I shrugged it off and quickly again found my place in his arms. I shook off my shoes and lost about an inch of height. I stood on my tiptoes so my mouth would reach his. I stumbled and he caught me by the waist, pulling me closer to him. His hands skimmed my bare skin and slowly slipped my bra straps off my shoulders, following their path with his lips. He found the spot on my neck that makes me shiver with pleasure, and sucked on it gently. I quivered with joy and ran my hands along his biceps. He held the back of my head lovingly and traced a path up my neck to my lips.
We kissed again. I unhooked my bra and it fell to the floor, joining the rest of our clothes in a heap. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and, a few moments later, pulled his white undershirt over his head. Both naked from the waist up, we embraced, memorizing with our hands the softness of each other’s skin.
He pulled my hips against him, and I could feel his erection straining against his clothes. I ground up against it, and he moaned against my mouth. I trailed kisses along his neck up to his ear and explored it with my tongue. He moaned with pleasure, his hands shivering on my skin. His fingers unzipped my jeans and slipped them down my hips. They slid down my legs and joined the rest of my clothing. I decided to forgo the panties tonight, so as I stood naked against him in the darkness, I ached with anticipation and desire. I wanted him to take me.
I undid his jeans and pulled them down, with his boxers, to the floor. We were both naked, his erection throbbing and wet on the tip. He picked me up and carried me over to the bed in his arms, his lips on mine. He laid me down and ran his hands down my legs, ending at my feet. He lifted my left foot and began to massage it. The waves of ticklish pleasure shot straight to the increasing wetness between my legs. I couldn’t help the moans escaping my lips. My cunt was tingling and aching to be touched. I parted my legs and held my breath, silently begging him to touch me there.
His hands left my foot for a moment, gently prying my legs farther apart. His hand teasingly, torturously slowly ran up my thigh, taking its time to get to its destination. The other hand stroked the skin on my inner thigh. I could hardly keep still, and I closed my eyes, almost unable to stand it anymore. Finally, his fingers grazed my clit and the sensation rushed over me. My legs reflexively tried to close themselves up, shut out the intense feelings, but his hands kept them pried open. I trembled at the pleasure of being held open and touched like this.
His fingers teased my clit for long moments until I could hardly contain my pleasure. My back began to arch and he slipped his fingers inside of me, beckoning against my g-spot. My legs strained desperately against his hands, but he locked them open again. I could feel it coming and my hips were grinding involuntarily, helplessly enslaved by the pleasure he was giving me. My orgasm crawled slowly though my body, shattering my nerves in deep shuddering waves of pleasure. My back arched and I cried out as my muscles spasmed around his deft fingers.
I stilled for just a moment as the pleasure began to recede. He crawled up my body and kissed me, slipping between my legs. His erection ground against my clit and I groaned with desire, my hands wandering all over him, shamelessly aroused. We were going to make love. Finally. I was so ready, and so was he.
2:17 a.m.
In the caress of the darkness, our bodies writhed with desire, thrashing mindlessly, as one entity, towards a pinnacle off in the distance. The silence of the deep night was perforated with our ecstatic moans and the breaths just out of our reach. College, work, other people—it all seemed to cease existence when we were together like this. Hours of lovemaking had already passed between us tonight, and yet it was only the beginning. He held me close as I rode him, my legs straddling his lap, his hard, throbbing cock inside me, sliding 7 inches at a time within the sanctuary of my wet, slippery cunt.
My hips traced patternless, wavy figures in the misty, hazy heat floating around us. My body tiring and getting sorer by the minute, I slipped and slid fast and then ground slowly into him, persisting despite my exhaustion, waiting for him to make the sounds that shivered up and down my spine like so many warm, strong hands, the sounds I lived to hear him make. My efforts elicited bitten-back groans and choked gasps. His body ached to be overwhelmed and I could see it in his eyes as the moonlight reflected off of their hazel depths.
My hands running along his naked skin picked up the frenzy of his pulse, quickening as the crucial moment of release crawled agonizingly slowly through his body. I leaned back and slowly rode him, manipulating my inner muscles around his cock. He shuddered with pleasure, moaning my name. The more he wanted it, the slower I went. It drove him crazy. His arms tightening around me, he pushed and pulled on my hips, his desperation growing by the minute, growing as quickly as the winding tension in his muscles. His strokes grew faster, more frenzied, and I struggled to keep up.
Tight as bowstrings, his body stiffened against mine. His back arched, his eyes fell shut, his mouth was thrown open in a scream fighting the swift speed of his pleasure, fighting to make it to his mouth before the moment was over. The pleasure rushing through his body, bending him to its will, engulfed him in bolts of intense sensation that would not relent. I leaned down and ran my tongue behind his left ear, caressing a spot I knew drove him crazy.
It was then that he began to shake, the moans he longed to release escaping his mouth loud enough to wake the neighbors separated from us by paper-thin walls. As the long moment of orgasm passed, his hips still bucked against me, desperate to draw out his earth-shattering pleasure as long as possible. Weariness caught up with him and he finally slowed, his hands running up my sides, pulling me down to him. His lips, cold from his frantic breaths, brushed against mine in a sweet, gentle kiss. I sensed that he did not have energy for much more. This orgasm, his seventh for the night, wore him out.
I climbed off of him to go smoke a cigarette, but he would not let me go. He pulled me against him and spooned me. Our bodies, tired and shivery with the aftershocks of pleasure, stuck together, sweaty and exhausted. It would be a few minutes until either one of us caught our breath, but by no means was it the end of the night. After all, every moment must count.
As I slipped the deadbolt on my dorm room door, I felt his hands on my waist, his face in the crook of my neck. Finally, I thought. Finally, we’re alone. We don’t see each other much, perhaps every few days if we are lucky. He doesn’t attend this school and his car’s in the shop. So when we see each other, we make every minute count. Tonight would be no different.
I turned around and melted into his arms. His lips met mine gently and sweetly. We slowly kissed over and over again for long moments. He held my face in one hand and traced nameless patterns on the small of my back with his fingers. We stood there in the darkness, perforating the nighttime silence with our breaths and the soft, organic sound of our lips caressing each other’s. I took off my coat and let it drop to the floor. His arms wrapped around me and pulled me close to him.
I rested in his arms, grateful to be here with him. I pulled him closer too, my arms around his neck. I had waited and planned to see him for a week and now that he was here, I was in his arms, and it was one of my favorite places in the world.
For what seemed like an eternity, we stood there, kissing like children in love. I slid my hands under his hoodie and pulled it up over his head. I could more clearly smell his cologne and its strong, sweet male scent made me tingle with desire. I ran my hands down his raised arms and grazed his armpits. He flinched and grabbed my hands, laughing. The smile he smiles when I tickle him warms me from head to toe, and as his eyes twinkled, I felt something in me soften. I wanted to make love tonight, and I hoped to get what I wanted.
His hands worked slowly on the buttons of my shirt, parting the front of it. I shrugged it off and quickly again found my place in his arms. I shook off my shoes and lost about an inch of height. I stood on my tiptoes so my mouth would reach his. I stumbled and he caught me by the waist, pulling me closer to him. His hands skimmed my bare skin and slowly slipped my bra straps off my shoulders, following their path with his lips. He found the spot on my neck that makes me shiver with pleasure, and sucked on it gently. I quivered with joy and ran my hands along his biceps. He held the back of my head lovingly and traced a path up my neck to my lips.
We kissed again. I unhooked my bra and it fell to the floor, joining the rest of our clothes in a heap. I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and, a few moments later, pulled his white undershirt over his head. Both naked from the waist up, we embraced, memorizing with our hands the softness of each other’s skin.
He pulled my hips against him, and I could feel his erection straining against his clothes. I ground up against it, and he moaned against my mouth. I trailed kisses along his neck up to his ear and explored it with my tongue. He moaned with pleasure, his hands shivering on my skin. His fingers unzipped my jeans and slipped them down my hips. They slid down my legs and joined the rest of my clothing. I decided to forgo the panties tonight, so as I stood naked against him in the darkness, I ached with anticipation and desire. I wanted him to take me.
I undid his jeans and pulled them down, with his boxers, to the floor. We were both naked, his erection throbbing and wet on the tip. He picked me up and carried me over to the bed in his arms, his lips on mine. He laid me down and ran his hands down my legs, ending at my feet. He lifted my left foot and began to massage it. The waves of ticklish pleasure shot straight to the increasing wetness between my legs. I couldn’t help the moans escaping my lips. My cunt was tingling and aching to be touched. I parted my legs and held my breath, silently begging him to touch me there.
His hands left my foot for a moment, gently prying my legs farther apart. His hand teasingly, torturously slowly ran up my thigh, taking its time to get to its destination. The other hand stroked the skin on my inner thigh. I could hardly keep still, and I closed my eyes, almost unable to stand it anymore. Finally, his fingers grazed my clit and the sensation rushed over me. My legs reflexively tried to close themselves up, shut out the intense feelings, but his hands kept them pried open. I trembled at the pleasure of being held open and touched like this.
His fingers teased my clit for long moments until I could hardly contain my pleasure. My back began to arch and he slipped his fingers inside of me, beckoning against my g-spot. My legs strained desperately against his hands, but he locked them open again. I could feel it coming and my hips were grinding involuntarily, helplessly enslaved by the pleasure he was giving me. My orgasm crawled slowly though my body, shattering my nerves in deep shuddering waves of pleasure. My back arched and I cried out as my muscles spasmed around his deft fingers.
I stilled for just a moment as the pleasure began to recede. He crawled up my body and kissed me, slipping between my legs. His erection ground against my clit and I groaned with desire, my hands wandering all over him, shamelessly aroused. We were going to make love. Finally. I was so ready, and so was he.
2:17 a.m.
In the caress of the darkness, our bodies writhed with desire, thrashing mindlessly, as one entity, towards a pinnacle off in the distance. The silence of the deep night was perforated with our ecstatic moans and the breaths just out of our reach. College, work, other people—it all seemed to cease existence when we were together like this. Hours of lovemaking had already passed between us tonight, and yet it was only the beginning. He held me close as I rode him, my legs straddling his lap, his hard, throbbing cock inside me, sliding 7 inches at a time within the sanctuary of my wet, slippery cunt.
My hips traced patternless, wavy figures in the misty, hazy heat floating around us. My body tiring and getting sorer by the minute, I slipped and slid fast and then ground slowly into him, persisting despite my exhaustion, waiting for him to make the sounds that shivered up and down my spine like so many warm, strong hands, the sounds I lived to hear him make. My efforts elicited bitten-back groans and choked gasps. His body ached to be overwhelmed and I could see it in his eyes as the moonlight reflected off of their hazel depths.
My hands running along his naked skin picked up the frenzy of his pulse, quickening as the crucial moment of release crawled agonizingly slowly through his body. I leaned back and slowly rode him, manipulating my inner muscles around his cock. He shuddered with pleasure, moaning my name. The more he wanted it, the slower I went. It drove him crazy. His arms tightening around me, he pushed and pulled on my hips, his desperation growing by the minute, growing as quickly as the winding tension in his muscles. His strokes grew faster, more frenzied, and I struggled to keep up.
Tight as bowstrings, his body stiffened against mine. His back arched, his eyes fell shut, his mouth was thrown open in a scream fighting the swift speed of his pleasure, fighting to make it to his mouth before the moment was over. The pleasure rushing through his body, bending him to its will, engulfed him in bolts of intense sensation that would not relent. I leaned down and ran my tongue behind his left ear, caressing a spot I knew drove him crazy.
It was then that he began to shake, the moans he longed to release escaping his mouth loud enough to wake the neighbors separated from us by paper-thin walls. As the long moment of orgasm passed, his hips still bucked against me, desperate to draw out his earth-shattering pleasure as long as possible. Weariness caught up with him and he finally slowed, his hands running up my sides, pulling me down to him. His lips, cold from his frantic breaths, brushed against mine in a sweet, gentle kiss. I sensed that he did not have energy for much more. This orgasm, his seventh for the night, wore him out.
I climbed off of him to go smoke a cigarette, but he would not let me go. He pulled me against him and spooned me. Our bodies, tired and shivery with the aftershocks of pleasure, stuck together, sweaty and exhausted. It would be a few minutes until either one of us caught our breath, but by no means was it the end of the night. After all, every moment must count.