Tell me what you want
Date: 11/19/2017, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: BabyBlonde123, Source: LushStories
I love the way his rough hands feel against my cheek and the way he smells when we're so close. His breath fans across my neck, raising goose bumps on my skin. I feel nerves knotting in my stomach, I know that this man is different than the others I've been with. He's passionate, and he's gotten me wetter from making out than any of the guys I've had sex with. I don't know what he wants, how he wants me to act. And I'll be damned if he's just a disappointment like the others. I think that's why I've put off having sex with him for so long, fear of him disappointing my expectation of what he'll be like in bed; or afraid I won't live up to his expectations; it's one big viscous cycle really. His strong hands grip my hips, pressing my body against my bedroom wall. He's flush against me, his cock, encased by his jeans, is pressing alarmingly hard against my stomach. It's enough to make me gasp. We kiss roughly, passionately, much faster than I've even been kissed before; it's thrilling. His hands are everywhere, and I run my hands along his cotton covered chest as he groans against me. He grips the hem of my short skirt, and slides it upwards, his warm rough hands kneading my thighs. Suddenly, his thumb rubs against me, making short circles against my damp panties. I gasp, a moan building in my throat, but I can't find it in myself to let it slip out for fear of his reaction. "God, you're so sexy." he says against my neck. "I can feel how wet you are through your panties, is ...