LOGINHe pulled out briefly, letting me catch my breath, strings of saliva connecting us. "Again," he said, and I nodded, mouth open wide. He slid back in, pounding my throat now with short, controlled thrusts. I gagged around him, the vibration drawing a groan from his lips. His free hand reached back, fingers finding my clit, circling roughly as he face-fucked me.The dual sensation was too much….his fingers working me while I sucked and gagged, throat tightening around him. I felt the build-up again, coiling tight in my belly. He sensed it, thrusting harder into my mouth, his own breaths coming faster.Finally, he pulled out, saliva dripping down my chin, and flipped me back onto my stomach. "I'm not done," he said, voice edged with need. He slapped my ass once morey…hard, the sting fresh and thrust back inside me from behind, pounding with renewed vigor.We moved like that for what felt like forever, bodies slapping together, his hands were everywhere….slapping, gripping, pulling. The t
My heart hammered as I complied, the mattress dipping under my weight. I heard him undress behind me…belt unbuckling, shirt rustling to the floor. Then he was there, his body was warm, one hand trailing up my spine."Tonight," he murmured, voice rough, "we go all the way but only if you beg for it."I shivered, nodding.His palm came down first….sharp on my right ass cheek, the slap echoing. I gasped, the sting immediate, blooming hot.Then his fingers soothed the spot, circling gently.Another slap, left side this time, harder. My body jerked forward slightly, breath catching.He leaned over me, chest against my back, his hardness pressing against my thigh through his boxers. "Feel that?" he whispered. "That's what you're doing to me."I pushed back instinctively, seeking more contact.He chuckled darkly, pulling away. "Not yet."The rhythm began then…slap, pause, caress. Each one landed precisely, building heat across my skin. My arms trembled holding me up, arousal pooling low and
"Tell me something you've never tried," I ventured, twirling pasta on my fork."Plenty. But with you? I'd start with sensation play. Light touches, then firmer."My fork paused mid-air. "Firmer how?""Hands. Maybe more." His gaze was steady, challenging.I swallowed, the room feeling warmer. After dinner, we walked through the park, the city lights reflecting off the pond. His arm grazed mine, and when we stopped at a bench, he turned to me. "May I?"I nodded, breath catching as he cupped my face, thumb tracing my jaw. The kiss was slow at first, then deeper, his hand sliding to my neck, applying just enough pressure to make my knees weak. It wasn't rough, just a hint of control. When we pulled back, I was breathless."See? Layers," he murmured.We saw each other more after that. Lunches, evening walks. Each time, the tension built. He'd hold my hand a little tighter, whisper suggestions that made my skin tingle. “Imagine my hand on your thigh, higher…” But he never pushed further, al
Bridget I stared at the steam rising from my coffee mug, the bitter aroma doing little to chase away the fog in my head. Another Monday morning in the cramped kitchen of my one-bedroom apartment, the kind of place that screamed "temporary" but had somehow stretched into three years. The countertop was cluttered with unopened mail, it was mostly bills and a half-eaten bagel from yesterday. I picked at the crust, my nails chipped from last week's manicure that I hadn't bothered to fix. Why would I? Who was looking?My name is Bridget, and at thirty-two, I felt like I'd hit a wall. Not the dramatic kind where you crash and burn, but the slow, grinding one where life just... plateaus. My job as a marketing coordinator for a mid-sized tech firm paid the bills, but it was all spreadsheets and Zoom calls, endless pitches for products I didn't care about. Friends? Scattered. Family? Distant. And relationships? Let's not even go there. My last boyfriend, Peter had bailed six months ago, cit
The orgasm crashed over me like a wave, sudden and overwhelming. I came with a sharp cry that echoed into the night, body clenching around his fingers, hips bucking as pleasure pulsed through me in long, shuddering waves. He kept moving, drawing it out until I was boneless and gasping beneath him.Only then did he slow down, pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth. He licked them clean while watching me, eyes never leaving mine, the raw hunger on his face making my inner muscles flutter all over again.He leaned down, kissing me slowly and deeply so I could taste myself on his tongue.“I’m nowhere near done with you yet,” he murmured against my lips.And from the way his cock throbbed against my thigh, hard and insistent, I believed him.Andrew shifted over me, his weight settling between my thighs as he kissed me again…slow, filthy, his tongue stroking mine like a promise of what was coming. I could feel him hard and hot against my core, the thin barrier of his board s
His eyes darkened, pupils blown wide in the moonlight. For a second he searched my face, making sure, and then something shifted…the gentle steadiness gave way to raw intent. He didn’t answer with words. He answered by sliding one hand up my side, slow and deliberate, until his palm cupped the curve of my breast through the thin cotton of my sundress.I gasped into his mouth as he kissed me again, deeper this time. His thumb swept over my nipple, teasing it through the fabric until it tightened into a hard, aching peak. Then he closed his fingers around my breast fully, squeezing with just the right pressure…firm, possessive, sending heat straight between my thighs.He pulled back an inch, eyes locked on mine, and slipped his hand beneath the neckline of my dress. The cool night air hit my skin a moment before his warm palm did. Skin on skin now, nothing between us. His fingers spread over my bare breast, kneading slowly, learning the weight and shape of me like he had all the time in







