1. 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 ...
    that all for me?" he asks, a quirk on his lips as he searches my eyes. "Yes." I say, my voice coming out breathy. "Do you feel how hard I am for you?" he asks, pressing himself against me. Blood rushes to my cheeks at his boldness, and all I can do is nod. He grips my legs, and lifts me around his waist, I wrap my arms around his neck as he carries me to the bed. I fall back and bounce slightly, and he's quick to follow on top of me. He hooks his thumbs into my small black panties and pulls them down my legs. His hands feel like silk against my skin. "So beautiful." he says, running his hands along my thighs. He's quick to remove the rest of my clothing, and suddenly I feel too self conscious. "Are you gonna turn the lights off?" I ask, feeling silly for asking. It's just that I've never had sex in a light room, much less in one where I could clearly see the other person, every detail of them. Is that something people do? Sex in a perfectly lit room...? "No. I like it, I want to see you, all of you....unless you want them off?" he says, trailing off towards the end. For some reason, his response turns me on even more, the idea that he wants to see my reaction, it's both thrilling and incredibly embarrassing at the same time. "No, it's okay." I nod, gripping his neck and pulling him closer to me to kiss my lips, trying to fix the awkward situation I've created. I pull his shirt up, helping him take it off. He sheds his pants, and I try not to gawk at the size of the bulge in his ...
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