1. A Lifetime in One Moment 2


    Date: 7/16/2015, Categories: True Story, First Time, Mature, Virginity, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 91.7, Source: sexstories.com

    this, you know," she whispered finally. "Oh, I think we definitely need to do this. I just wanted you to know that." There was a pause and then she pushed away from me slightly. She looked at me like she was trying to gauge my feelings. "Thank you, then. That makes me feel special." "You are," I said. "Then I'll let you in on a secret," she said with a broad smile. "What?" "You are only the second man I have ever..." she paused to gauge her words, "... been like this with." She didn't seem satisfied with her choice. "Ever loved?" "Yes, Kevin. You are the only other man I have ever loved." We returned to kissing. We petted and fondled each other's genitals. I suckled her breasts and she gently pushed me on my back and straddled me. For some unknown reason, I felt compelled to say something. "Of course, when I said I was a 'virgin,' I meant it in only the strictest, most technical sense." "Of course." Laura laughed and smothered my face with kisses. She reached between us and positioned me for entry. The tip of my manhood quivered against her warm, moist flesh. Every muscle in my body tightened. Carefully, she descended on me, and as she did so she whispered in my ear. "You're not a virgin in any sense anymore," she said breathily as she came to rest on my pelvis with me deep inside her. I sighed in utter relief. It was more wonderful than I had imagined. She rocked above me and she stared into my eyes, but I had to close my eyes in the throws of my pleasure. She kissed me on ...
    the forehead and cheek. All I could do was grip her hips and indulge the sensation. She fell on to my chest and said, "Hold me tightly." I wrapped my arms around her and squeezed. She held her cheek to mine. I took over the movement below by arching my hips. "That feels good," she said. "Yes it does," I replied with exasperated sincerity. I held Laura in my arms and I moved in and out of her and I wanted that moment to last for a long time. I didn't want to come. I didn't want to change positions. I didn't want let her go. I wanted to squeeze her until she became a part of me, or I became a part of her. We made love slowly. Time passed. The sun was setting and the light in the room was fading from amber to lavender to deep purple. The record had ended long ago, and the only sounds were our breath and the occasionally creak of the bed. She rolled off of me. She pulled me on top of her. She spread her legs wide and pulled up her knees. Completely exposed and as vulnerable as she could be, I thought – her gift to me. I began to enter her and she pulled me down into her. "You are a beautiful, loving creature," she said looking in my eyes, "and a good and decent man." I felt her earnestness. "I love the way it feels to be in love with you," she said emphasizing "love" each time. If it had been her intent to make me feel good about myself, she had succeeded. I felt lucky and proud and very much like a man. And then I realized that she was coaxing me with her arms and hips, with her ...
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