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Him Inside of Me
That night was cold, but no one really seemed to
feel it. There were only four of us, but I'm
sure that the other end of the street heard our
laughs and giggles as we meandered back to the
house. It's not as though we were all
outrageously drunk, but the few drinks we had
had made everyone lose their inhibitions, and
we'd become more comfortable with each other –
making jokes, touching, being affectionate.
I smiled as he fingered lightly around the top
of my trousers, and then slid underneath them
exploring my ass. He joked it was because he was
cold, so I responded by asking him where he was
intending on putting his other hand. We often
did this – exchanged dirty banter, but despite
our overtly sexual appearance we hadn't actually
had sex. We'd both wanted it but there never
seemed to be enough times when we were alone.
The build up became frustrating for both of us,
because we wanted and needed each other so
passionately, but it became an erotic challenge
– and each time we were interrupted, it built up
the tension further, until each touch somehow
became more intense.
We'd all got back in to the house, and we
coupled off. Chris and I had been together for a
couple of months by this time, and the other two
had been together years. We all said our
goodnights and headed off to our respective
bedrooms. Chris and I were to sleep in the same
room tonight. It was tiny. After shutting the
door, he embraced me in a deep kiss, which took
me totally by surprise. He was pressed up
against me, against the door, and his body was
gently pushing on mine. I could feel one hand
running through my hair and the other which was
pulling me closer towards him. We stayed lost in
the moment for quite a few minutes, just kissing
and touching. During this, I reached down and
caressed his stomach. I had always loved it –
not because he was particularly toned, but
because it was all natural, and all a part of
him. I could feel a subtle hardness pressing
against my body and thought it'd be fun to take
advantage of this.
Whilst still kissing, every kiss becoming more
urgent and more furious than the last, we turned
around so it was him leaning against the back of
the door. One of his hands was moving my head so
that it stayed close to his, and the other
running through my hair. My hands were a little
occupied with undoing his belt buckle and with
all this fumbling, I could feel him growing
beneath the jeans and I knew he wanted to be
freed.
We stopped kissing and stared at me intensely.
We both had a little smile on our face.
You know how sometimes things just happen so
quickly? Well, within a split second, we were on
the floor, he was on top of me, and our hands
were all over each other. There was such
excitement and such energy in the room that I
honestly couldn't take it anymore. I was
tingling and throbbing so much down there that
it was all I could do to not scream for him to
take me now.
Like most men, bras were not his strong point,
so after a bit of a fumble, I helped him unclasp
my bra and wriggle off my jeans, in exchange for
me removing his clothes, using this time to feel
every part of him that I possibly could. The
room was fairly cold, and this made my nipples
protrude. I'd always loved my breasts because it
was the one part of me that I wasn't self
conscious about. They were (and still are) much
larger than average and very sensitive to the
touch and being exposed to the air just
heightened the sensation of eagerness which was
driving me mad – as all I wanted was to feel him
moving inside of me.
Moving down, he kissed a trail from my neck to
my stomach. Slowly. Sensually. I was so horny
and I could feel the heat grow between my legs
and a flutter of anticipation build as I knew
exactly what was coming next.
Oh!
That first flicker across my clit with his
tongue made my back involuntarily rise which
buried his face further into my mound. He
expertly darted across my clit bringing me waves
upon waves of pleasure, which was quickly
building up. I wanted it faster. I wanted
something inside of me. I wanted release! But he
stopped and kissed back up my stomach and
concentrated on my breasts – smiling as he
realised how heavy my breathing had become and
how close I was.
In a mock gesture, he lay down beside me and
commented that he was feeling sleepy and was
glad I had enjoyed the night. We both kind of
laughed, and I pounced on top of him. We both
knew the night wasn't going to end here.
Kissing deeply again, I felt him bulge
underneath me. The fact that I had such power
over someone was very erotic! Copying his move,
I traced a trail of kisses from his lips to his
belly button, paying careful attention to his
nipples. The taste of him on my lips was
addictive – I had to have more. His penis was
bulging now, and much larger than I would have
imagined it. I wanted to stare. I wanted to
explore it. I wanted to revere it. Instead, I
momentarily stroked across its head and evoked a
low moan from his lips. His cock was glistening
with droplets of pre-cum and very warm to the
touch. I took it between my lips and flicked my
tongue across the head whilst massaging his
shaft – encouraged by his rapid breathing and
gentle moans. As I continued, I took more and
more of it into my mouth, alternating between
deep and shallow thrusts, experimenting with the
suction created, and massaging the tops of his
legs and his balls, whilst watching him. Seeing
him squirm and writhe underneath me gave me so
much pleasure and made me hungry for him. I
could feel myself much wetter and wrapped up in
my own desire.
Slowing down, I gradually stopped sucking on his
dick before he came. He was now very hard and
almost shining with the mix of saliva and
pre-cum, which scented the room. The room smelt
like sex, all musky and enticing.
I straddled his hips, just above his cock and
stared into his eyes. I wanted him inside of me
so very badly. I would have done anything. I
needed something to fill me up, to make me feel
complete. To stretch me and show me pleasure
like I had never felt before. I needed to feel
what I imagined would be an amazing build up of
pleasure, each of us watching the other becoming
so lustful and so close to the edge that it made
us both even hornier. He looked back into my
eyes, and placed his hands on my hips, gently
applying pressure. My pelvis was pushed down
just above his expectant dick.
Breathing in sharply, I lowered myself onto his
hardness. It stretched and felt unexplainable,
like nothing I had ever felt before, and as I
managed to take more of it in, I saw some of his
muscles tense and a sharp exhale from him also.
As much as I wanted to forcefully ram it inside
of me, deeper and harder, because I wanted to
feel the most sensation possible, I continued
lowering myself until he was all the way inside
of me. It never occurred to me to proceed faster
because every second of this experience was new
for both of us and we were both so focused on
the sensations that each of us were feeling. I
was quite tight so I could see that it was
intensely pleasurable for him each time my
muscles tensed, and began to use this, tensing
and releasing my muscles which caused tiny yelps
of pleasure to escape from his lips.
Slowly grinding my hips into his, I began to
move and was spurred on by tingles which I had
never felt before. Wow. They gave me the
overwhelming desire to keep on grinding, to take
him deeper, and the more I moved, the more
tingly I became which made me want to thrust him
inside of me more. He filled me so completely. I
was able to form a rhythm and move consistently,
bobbing up and down upon him, each thrust
becoming decidedly harder and more forceful.
Oooawwoo!
Underneath me, Chris's head rolled back and he
arched, moaning loudly, and then began to rock
his hips in rhythm with my movements. This sent
me over the edge, and a powerful force built up
inside of me which made time stop. That moment
was pure pleasure. The heat hit me, and I became
very aware that I was flushed, and was extremely
tired, but this sensation wouldn't allow me to
stop. My back arched, my head rolled backwards
and I let out a deep moan as his rocking made me
climax violently. To this day, it was the most
powerful I'd ever felt. My legs were shaking and
I couldn't catch my breath, but this strange
sensation felt wonderful. With the tightening of
my muscles from this mind-blowing experience, he
stiffened under me also and as I continued
rhythmically rocking, he gave a series of moans
and was breathing so fast that I was worried
about him catching his breath. Soon, the
grinding came to a stop and we were both left
very breathless and very tired as I climbed off
of him and laid back down, resting my head on
his stomach. We remained silent for a while,
until the only thing you could hear was our
breathing returning back to normal pace. He
moved to hug me and although I couldn't see his
face, I knew he was smiling.
In a swift movement, he got up on his knees and
moved my legs apart. I could feel the tingle of
anticipation build up again as I knew that I
needed as much inside of me as possible,
hurriedly pumping away, relentless until I was
screaming and pushing him in deeper, begging for
more. He moved towards me, cock in hand, and
guided it into me.
All of a sudden, he pushed forcefully into me,
unexpectedly, almost as though he read my mind.
This made me lose my breath, and as his eyes met
mine, we both knew that the night was merely
beginning.
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