Sex Story: An Erotica Short (3 page)

He pulled back and stared into my eyes. I stared back, wondering why he stopped. I started to say something but the look in his eye told me to keep quiet.

“You’ve shouldn’t hold out on me,” he said.

I nodded. He was right. And if this sex session was any indicator of things to come, that wouldn’t be happening again.

“You need to learn your lesson,” he said with a mischievous glint in his eye.

What was he talking about? Learn my lesson? What did that entail? But before I could ask those questions, he turned me over and pulled me across his lap.
Just like that
. I was about to protest but I didn’t have time. And I didn’t have time cause his hand was in the air, then it was on my ass, giving it a good, hard slap. This made me writhe with pain and pleasure. He’d just spanked me! And I liked it!

“Again?” he asked, almost breathlessly.

I realized this was turning him on as much as it was turning me on, which turned me on even more. Oh, God, yes! Please! Give me another!

“Again?” he asked for the second time, waiting for my response before he continued.

I was so enraptured, I couldn’t say a word, so I merely nodded. Yes, again. And quickly!

And so his hand came down again—
smack
! This time he paused and grabbed my ass, kneading it with his hand. I wanted more, more, more! He gave me another whack and this made me shiver with delight. While it hurt, it sent my senses into overdrive, making me feel so much passion I could have burst.

He paused. I waited. What now? What was he going to do now? He pulled my panties off and threw them to the side. Then he started rubbing my ass, taking his hand sideways between the cheeks. By this time, I was wet, so wet that his hand slid along it easily. He did this for a few seconds before moving his hand between my legs, sliding it in sideways, all the way up to the clit, then back down. Up to the clit, then back down. And then up, and then back. That’s all he did and that’s all it took. I couldn’t control myself. I came just from that slight but intense touch. I came just from being in the moment with him. He made me come and it was better than any vibrator I’d ever had. This was what great sex was all about—a man, a woman and searing passion.

“Ohhh, Gooooodddddd!” I moaned and buried my head in the pillow. I was shaking with the orgasm, which seemed to last and last and last. I’d thought my vibrator delivered an intense orgasm but this was much more intense. It was better, too, with this man doing it to me, giving it to me. It made it feel more real, more gritty, more animal-like. More natural, more right. As I came, Eric climbed on top of me and pushed my legs open with his. As he did this, he unzipped his pants. Now what? What was he doing? He was mounting me, taking me. I couldn’t move as he did this. I watched as he pulled his hard cock out of his pants. I allowed him to do what he wanted and what he wanted was to fuck me good. I wanted it, too. I wanted it so bad. I could feel his hard cock pressing up against me before he pushed it inside. Ahhhh… There it was and it felt so good, better than it had ever felt before. It was wide and it had length and I was a lucky, lucky woman.

He fucked me like this for a few good minutes before stopping. What the hell…? Then he pulled out. I was about to protest but then he grabbed my hips, pulled me up off the bed, turned me over and positioned me so I was up on all fours. And then he gave it to me good. He rammed into me with long, hard and swift moves. I was almost shaking it felt so good. In and out his hard cock went, in and out of my dripping wet pussy. I was so wet, it’s a miracle he didn’t slip out. But he didn’t. He was big enough that he had enough traction to accomplish his goal and his goal was to fuck me.

He paused for a moment, putting off his orgasm, then bent over and ran his hands all over my body, up under my shirt and bra and he squeezed my breasts, pinching my nipples ever so slightly. Then his hands went lower, grazing over my belly and then up and around to my back. He ran his hands all the way up my back, into my hair and back down again, pausing at my ass. He again slid a hand in sideways between my cheeks and paused, touching me there before he slipped a finger in. I shuddered with enjoyment. I never knew that part of me was erogenous but after that, I almost wanted him to fuck me there, in my ass. But he wasn’t stopping. He soon picked up the pace again and began fucking me harder and harder until I thought I’d pop I was so tightly wound. He kept at it with his finger and his cock, each filling me up completely, double penetrating me. It was almost too much, almost too good. I wanted release but I did
not
want this to stop.

He paused again and his other hand came up, reaching around me again, this time fingering my pussy and teasing my clit ever so slightly. This sent me into a pure ecstasy. I knew the orgasm was coming and it was coming soon. I was almost gasping for air with lust for him, for his finger, for that slight yet effective touch.

As I ground against his hand, against his finger, as I pushed myself over the edge, so did he. He couldn’t contain it any longer and this time, he fucked me until he was ready to come—hard, good, long. Just before he came, he pulled out and sprayed his hot, white cum all over my back. It was too much. I had to finish. So, I grabbed onto his hand and humped it, thrusting the orgasm out of me as I did so, surrendering all I had to it and to him.

We collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard. For a long time, we didn’t say anything. I don’t think we could have even formed sentences at that point. Besides, what do you say after something like that? Wow—what a great fuck? Well, it was. And we both knew it.

Finally, he turned to me and pushed the hair out of my eyes and smiled. I smiled back and then we both cracked up, laughing so hard our stomachs hurt. After we calmed down a bit, he said, “I didn’t know you had it in you.”

I nodded. Neither did I. I never had sex like that with any of my other boyfriends and certainly not with him.

“What gives?” he asked.

I shrugged, mulling it over in my mind. Then I noticed he was still dressed. Well partially, anyway. He still had on his work clothes, a crisp white button down shirt which was more than a little wrinkled and his black wool slacks which were barely hanging on his hips. But his shoes were off. I slowly started unbuttoning his shirt, glancing into his eyes occasionally as I did.

“I mean, you were hot. I mean, you
are
hot. I just never thought you’d do that. That was something. It was like we were soul fucking.”

I thought about that. Yeah. That’s what it was like. It was like our souls had connected and our bodies just took over. It had been that good. I wanted more of it. But that shirt had to come off first. I finally had it unbuttoned and he helped me pull it off, then I tugged at his white undershirt and he pulled it over his head. Ahh, now, he was half-naked like me. I glanced at his slacks, which were just unzipped. They had to come off, too. I tugged at them and he slipped them off along with his underwear. Now he was all naked. But I still had on my shirt. I wanted to be naked like him; I wanted to press my naked breasts up against his hard and masculine chest. I wanted—

“When did you start masturbating?” he asked, interrupting my thoughts. “Huh?”

I couldn’t answer. I started to say something but I was tingling too much. He noticed this and stopped talking, then pulled me over to him. He grabbed a breast and then bent to bite at the nipple through my shirt.

As he did that, I wanted it off and I wanted his mouth on my nipple, biting and eating at it. I leaned back a little and pulled the shirt off, along with my bra, and then he just dove in, grabbing my breasts and eating at them.
Ahhh…that felt so good
. I opened my legs and he got between them, settling himself in and his cock, while not quite hard yet, was going to get there soon. He kissed me then, hard and long, sucking at my lips and biting at them as his fingers squeezed my nipples. I moaned with pleasure and satisfaction, loving what he was doing to me and wanting more.

He moved down to my neck and licked and sucked at it before going to my breasts. There he stopped and really worked them over, squeezing them with his hands before sucking the nipples. He lifted them up and kissed and licked under them, then his mouth went lower to my belly and then to my pussy where he paused and breathed it in. I ached to have his mouth there, wanting it so bad I thrust my pussy in his face, inviting him in. He went with it and dove in, licking every single dripping wet and horny inch of it, sucking at it as he licked, fingering it as he licked and nibbling at it before he slipped a finger into my ass. Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I couldn’t take it. It felt so good, I literally exploded with orgasm, humping his face until I was totally and utterly spent.

Once I was done, he made his way back up my body and I felt his cock, once again hard and ready to fill me. He teased me a little before pushing it in and once it was in, I moaned with pleasure. Now, this was what I’d been missing all along, this feeling of being completely filled.

Before he started fucking me, he kissed my lips slightly and said, “I love this. Do you love it? Do you love getting fucked?”

“I love it,” I moaned and grabbed his face, kissing him as he fucked me. “I love it, I love it, I love it!”

“Mmm…” he moaned and really began to fuck me.

I let him ride me for a moment before I joined in, fucking him as he fucked me, squeezing his hard cock into me as he fucked me and rode it out. It wasn’t long before we were both coming and we were coming hard. We were fucking so hard, the bed was rocking. It’s like we couldn’t get enough of each other. Then, at the same time, we came, grabbing each other and holding tight.

It took us a few minutes to get our breath back. Once we did, I blurted out, “I didn’t want you to think I was a slut.”

His mouth fell open. So did mine. Oops. Oh, God, where did that come from? I blushed with embarrassment and wanted to run away.

“Enjoying sex does not mean you’re a slut,” he said, turning to stare at me. “Besides, why would I think you’re a slut?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t know where it comes from. It’s just there; it’s like it’ll never leave. This feeling, I mean. I think I’m just afraid you’re going to leave me.”

“What?” he asked.

I stared at him and then realized where it all came from. As soon as we started dating, all the women at work kept telling me that he’d get bored quickly, that a man like Eric always kept his options open. Oh, my God! That’s why I’d been so insecure. They had been feeding me this line of bullshit and I’d bought into it. They’d been undermining me and my relationship. Sure, I’d always been a little inhibited when it came to sex, but having this gorgeous man had made me even more inhibited. It’s like I was afraid to let go and just have fun. I was afraid if he knew what I was really like he would leave. All because of a stupid fear jealous other women had implanted in my brain, making me feel like I didn’t deserve a great guy like Eric. Of course I deserved him! Why wouldn’t I?

I shook my head and said, “Nothing. I’ve been stupid, okay? I didn’t want to give you myself because I was afraid you’d just use me and then leave. Sorry. I should have trusted you.”

“Damn right you should have,” he said and smiled. “You’ve cheated us both out a lot of sex. Don’t do that again.”

I smiled at him, loving the fact that he was so understanding and then I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a big kiss, loving the feeling of his lips on mine.

“Nothing is perfect,” he said, pulling back to stare into my eyes. “Don’t try to make it perfect. This is us; this is our lives and it doesn’t belong to anyone else. Don’t let other people interfere in our lives and fuck with them. Okay?”

He was right. I nodded and he started kissing me again, his body tense with passion. He was right. Maybe it wasn’t perfect, but it was our life. And it was our story, our sex story.

He pulled back and jerked his head to the side. “So, you want to play with your vibrator?”

I couldn’t help but grin. That was the best idea I’d heard all day. “Or maybe,” I said, grabbed it, then held it out to him. “We can play with it together.”

He took it without question.