Inspired by your stories!
And after reading stories, I start to dream...
About how wonderful it would be, right now, precisely with Him... it doesn't matter if I love him, I just Want! I want it so much that my knees tremble, my back arches, and my body moves to its own rhythm. For him to just press against me, hug me tightly and passionately, showing How much he desires me, to drive me crazy with teasing movements, making me moan and want him even more! To anticipate when he will finally run his hand down my back, pressing lightly on my spine, reach my bottom, and squeeze it. Confidently, knowing that I like it. When, looking into my eyes, he will kiss me, caress my breasts, pressing me against his
erect cock. When he will commandingly put me on my knees so I can show HOW much I want him... And then I, unhurriedly, slowly and with relish, will begin to undress him, playfully looking into his eyes, run my hand over his standing cock, and then, as if forgetting, go in for a kiss... And after pushing him onto the bed, return to his briefs... pull them off, and gasp in surprise at how long-awaited this cock is... Lightly stroke it with my fingertips until a drop of precum appears on the head, and then, gently lick it off, looking into his eyes, seeing his desire, and sweetly begin to suck, taking the head deeper each time, sliding my tongue along the shaft, caressing the frenulum. And again, paying no attention to the fact that my own wetness is already running down my thigh, just bring him to the brink, so there's no smirk in his eyes, only the flames of passion splashing there. And then, surrender to his skillful hands, enjoying the confident movements, the commanding kisses. And wait for him to enter. Fill me inside and start moving slowly. But he continues to torment me, making me scratch his back with my nails, dig into it, and moan loudly. Wait for him to allow me to pleasure him, or to start pleasuring me himself. Because it's time already, otherwise, it feels like I'll go crazy... and when it seems I'm about to come, and he hasn't even really started to arouse me yet... he probably just doesn't realize how turned on I got from pleasuring him. And agonizingly, I need to decide whether to take the initiative into my own hands to start sooner, or to suffer in his hands from pleasure. And it seems it doesn't matter anymore, I'll manage to enjoy it later, now only one thing is important — his cock. More precisely, his cock inside me, and try to slip out from under him, smiling at his displeased grumbling, sit on top, grinning slyly, and slowly impale myself on him... Literally millimeter by millimeter, so he feels the fullness of sensation, so he sighs with inexpressible delight, and press against him, starting to slide along the shaft. Not so much up and down, but back and forth. And later, when the first flames subside, completely take control of the whole process, setting the rhythm, marveling at how he senses exactly what I need right now. And the strength with which he will grip my hips, and the light bites on my shoulder, and the caresses. To see his smile when he suddenly flips me under him, pins me down, and shows who was really in charge all this time, but just let me play. When he starts to kiss me fiercely, pressing into me. And those sharp movements, deeper and deeper, and quiet growls in my ear, because any moment now he'll come, and I'll just feel good... And there will only be the desire to arch, squeeze him with my legs, bury my nose in his neck, and breathe loudly...And then, a little tired but insanely satisfied, lie with him on the bed, laugh at some silliness, realize that this was only the beginning. Perhaps, the beginning of a new relationship!
This is my first story, so I eagerly await your criticism!
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