Lookingforadventure wrote: ↑Thu Feb 15, 2024 12:12 pm
I was lying naked next to G in a hotel bed. We had spent a good hour already exploring each other's bodies. It had included kissing and undressing each other, and then a rather long round of oral sex (me kneeling in front of him on the bed, him kneeling in front of me, us in a 69 position with me on top, 69 lying on our sides, 69 with him on top), and me finally asking him to fuck me.
Which he did. For a long time. The fucking had been slow and sensual, and then hard, and then slow again. Plus, G took the occasional break to go back down on me for another taste.
By the time he came inside me, we were both happily exhausted. So we slid under the sheets to recover.
We exchanged Valentines. His made me laugh. Mine made him smile.
We talked about work and life.
We occasionally gave each other a little kiss. He likes to kiss my forehead while I'm laying with my head in the crook of his shoulder and chest. I like to kiss his chest, or to look up and kiss him lightly on the lips. At one point, I kissed his neck. He told me I was causing a stir, so I let my hand trail down his body to see if that was true.
It was.
My hand stroked him as we kissed. Then he pulled the sheets off and lay with his rigid cock pointing straight up towards the ceiling. He asked me to take what I wanted. I smiled like a kid in a candy shop. I gave his cock a quick kiss, then climbed on top. As I rode him, his hands held my hips. Sometimes he'd thrust up into me as I moved up and down.
"Did you like when I fucked you on your leather couch just like this?" he asked, reminding me of our first sex date in the home that Adventurer and I share.
"I did," I replied. "I liked it a lot. Did you enjoy me grinding on you just like this?"
I demonstrated. He groaned. He asked me to tell him my favorite memory from our Saturday date. I had trouble thinking of one. Partly because my pussy was distracting me with how good it felt being filled by him. Partly because I had many favorite moments.
"I liked you sitting on the leather chair, and how you fondled and sucked my breasts while Adventurer kissed me from behind," I said - half sighing, half speaking. "I liked the spit roast on the coffee table and how good you tasted while I was being fucked."
"Did you like the fuck lick?" he teased.
"Yes!!!!" I moaned, cumming around him as I talked.
We continued with me on top for awhile. Sometimes we'd talk, but more often we were silent. His face was smiling up at me, and I told him he looked really happy. I leaned down to kiss him.
"That's because I AM very happy," he responded, thrusting up into me hard.
He grabbed me by the waist again, and began to fuck up into me. Something about my position, or his, felt especially good. As I came, I felt a pool of pussy cream drip out around him.
"I'm afraid I'm making you very messy," I confessed. He assured me that he liked being messy.
I rode him to a few more orgasms before deciding that I should give the poor man a break. I lifted myself off of him. He made a disappointed sound as his cock left my pussy, but I soon replaced my pussy with my hand.
I slid my fingers around his shaft. It was very creamy with my juices. I began to stroke as I kissed his chest and then his neck. He closed his eyes and lay back. I kissed his cheek and nibbled his ear lobe. I whispered softly in his ear, "I love your cock!"
He moaned. I was on his right side. He lifted his left hand, gripping the pillow behind his head tightly, as his back arched a bit. His eyes were still closed. I continued.
"I love how hard it gets for me," I very softly whisper, right against his ear. "I love the way it fills me and fucks me. It feels so good in my hand. I love how it tastes in my mouth. I can't get enough."
He was groaning and writhing. He said something incoherent into the pillow about how I was going to make him cum.
"I love your cum" I said. Giving his ear one final nibble. "I want it. I want you to cum for me."
He couldn't hold back any more. His cum shot up. It covered my hand and his cock. Some landed on his stomach and chest. I stroked a little bit longer just to make sure that I got it all.
I kissed his cheek.
As he gradually returned to reality, he smiled at me and said, "wow." He kissed me, and I lay back in the nook of his shoulder. He kissed my forehead and reached down to hold my hand.
"That particular hand is a bit sticky," I laughed, pulling my hand back. I let him recover as I hopped out of bed to go wash up a bit.