Chapter 11: Sounds Crazy

Her

You pounced on me, pinning me down on my reclined seat.

You slowly pulled down my panties, carefully watching as my entire naked body appeared before you.

You seemed to be recording every inch of me in your head when you lay on top of me and kissed me on the lips.

Our tongues played inside our mouths, and closing our eyes, we made our desire a reality.

You sat up again and looked at my body carefully.

My neatly trimmed and glistening pussy offered itself to you, appetizingly.

Opening my legs wide, you began to kiss along the inside of my thighs.

I closed my eyes for a moment, but then opened them again—I didn’t want to stop looking at you. I didn’t want to miss your face diving between my legs. That vision was what I had always dreamed of.

Your tongue grazed the soft hairs of my pubis. Your hands traveled up my thighs and hips, caressing my navel, reaching my breasts. Your fingers brushed my hard nipples, and a violent shiver ran through my entire body.

Suddenly your tongue found my clitoris. Sucking my vaginal lips, you made me come like a madwoman. I writhed, grabbing your head, stroking your hair. You didn’t stop kissing or sucking my sex; you seemed to love doing that to me.

But I wanted to devour you too.

I sat up and, pushing you back onto the seat, I switched places, straddling you.

This time I let my gaze travel over your body while I caressed your torso and waist with the palms of my hands. I pressed my sharp nails into your tense muscles.

I leaned over you and kissed you again. Our lips bit each other, our tongues tangled in a deep, hungry kiss.

I could feel your hard cock pressing against my navel, desperate to be ravaged. I took it in my hand and began to stroke you slowly.

Kneeling between the seats, I brought it close to my face without stopping my caresses. I had never felt such an urgent need to take a man in my mouth. Without hesitation, I began to kiss it, holding you firmly at the base.

I circled your glans with my tongue in slow, wet circles. My saliva mixed with your precum; I licked it, savored it.

I took your entire cock into my mouth until I felt it touch the back of my throat. I held you there for a few seconds, feeling you throb inside me, then slowly pulled back until only the tip remained between my lips, pressing tightly as I sank down again.

With one hand you caressed my ass while I took you in and out, deeper, faster. You kept your eyes open, watching my mouth devour your stiff length.

You couldn’t hold back any longer. Just as I pulled my lips off your glans, you came hard—thick streams of cum splashing onto my tongue, my lips, my cheeks, my hair. You covered my face completely. I wanted it, I needed to feel you marking me. You tapped the head of your cock against my outstretched tongue, releasing a few final spurts that slid down my throat.

You grabbed me by the waist, sat up, and kissed me deeply, tasting yourself on my lips. I smiled. Almost without words, our eyes said everything.

We were about to consummate what we had both been craving when footsteps echoed across the parking lot. We couldn’t risk being caught.

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Him

Hastily we dressed—half-buttoned, half-zipped—and I started the car. We sped out of there like fugitives who had just committed the sweetest crime.

You drove in silence, the taste of your cum still on my tongue. I watched your profile as you navigated the streets, retracing our path. We were heading to your place. Words felt unnecessary; anything we said would have sounded clumsy, out of place.

We climbed the same stairs where, only an hour earlier, I had stripped for you. We barely knew each other’s names, yet it felt as if we had known each other forever.

You closed the apartment door, took my hand, and simply said:

“Come.”

You led me to your bedroom. Even though the house was empty, you closed that door too. Looking into my eyes, you unbuttoned your blouse. Your full, heavy breasts—made to be kissed and worshipped—appeared without hurry this time.

I took you gently by the waist and guided you to the bed, the same bed where you slept every night. I laid you down and kissed you slowly, savoring every second.

I trailed kisses down your neck, lingering at its base, then lifted my head.

“I know this sounds crazy,” I whispered, “but… what’s your name?”

Your voice was soft, almost drowsy with desire. “Lydia. And yours?”

“Miguel. I adore you, Lydia.”

I continued downward, finding one perfect pink nipple. I kissed it, licked it, circled it with my tongue until I felt your breath catch. I left a glistening trail down to your navel—small, delicious, the guardian of the treasure waiting below.

I looked up. Your eyes were closed, your skin glowing with a light sheen of sweat, lips parted. You were breathtaking.

I kept descending.

A soft chestnut curl guarded your pussy. I buried my face between your thighs, mixing my saliva with your wetness, tasting you, searching for your clit, drunk on your scent and flavor while you caressed my shoulders and hair.

“I still taste your cum on my lips,” you murmured. “Please… I can’t wait anymore. I need you inside me.”

You finished undressing me, wrapped your hand around my cock, stroking, guiding.

I moved up your body. You positioned me at your entrance. I kissed you deeply as I slid inside—slowly, completely.

I didn’t know who you were. I didn’t care. I only knew I was melting into you, growing harder with every thrust while you lay beneath me, panting, eyes locked on mine.

You wrapped your arms around me and rolled us over so you were on top. Bracing your hands on my shoulders, you sat up, your gorgeous breasts swaying as you rode me.

I felt your pussy clench around me, milking me. Your breathing quickened; your rhythm became frantic. You came hard, eyes shut, head thrown back, caressing your own breasts as waves of pleasure crashed through you.

I couldn’t hold back. With a final thrust I exploded inside you, pulse after pulse of hot cum flooding your depths.

We stayed like that—joined, drenched in sweat, hearts racing—until your breathing slowed and you drifted into a light sleep on my chest.

I stroked your damp hair, memorizing every detail, knowing I would have to leave soon.

The last image I have of you is sleeping, naked and perfect, in your bed.

I don’t know if we’ll ever meet again. Days later I moved to another city, and now we live far apart.

But Lydia, if fate is kind, one day our paths will cross again… and we’ll finish what we started.

(Next story coming up)