1. Hesitant


    Date: 9/20/2015, Categories: Straight Sex, Author: elliotlacey31, Rating: 12, Source: LushStories

    cool surface of the bed is almost too jarring against our skin as we lie on our sides. There's another moment that almost seems paused again and I wonder what races through your mind. At one time, the idea of crossing any physical borders was so alien. Over time, though, as we grew closer, lustful flashes began to transpire along with the bond we always felt. In those microscopic secret moments where we developed the urge to be more, something beautiful began to bloom. A glint of fear still lives in your eyes, though, and it makes you even more beautiful to me that you want to preserve the bond we share. And joining this way again can obliterate it if we're not careful. For as much as we joke about almost everything, it's in these moments I see just how serious you are about some things. I see how fragile you may be beneath what you show everyone. It's a fraction of your persona that you rarely let others see and get close to. I would ask what makes me so different, then, but the answer is so simple and I think you see it. I'm just like you. You read that in my eyes and it's all you need to resume motion. I feel your body beginning to wrap around mine, braiding our limbs together. You shiver against me as my lips find and travel up your neck. Rippled with gooseflesh all over, your hard nipples brush against mine, rigid buds that plead for more contact. Your leg hooks over my hip and you pull yourself closer. The wave of heat, now free, makes me twitch below, makes my body ...
    act on pure reflex. I run my hand down your neck and move my lips to yours again, deeply kissing while I run a nail over that sensitive spot on and below the collarbone that always melts you. I want to keep touching there, but can't take the tingling friction brushing against my chest. When I seize your nipple between my fingers and squeeze around the hardened nub, you shiver again and more goosebumps form. They're raised so profusely on your skin that I could probably count every single one of them with the pads of my fingers as if I'm reading braille along your naked form, the story that your body longs to tell me. My hips move forward almost at the same time yours do again. Hot wet folds push against my swollen head, intensifying the delirious pressure that thrums from tip to root and beyond inside. It's a warmth that hums and travels to the base of the spine, seems to spread through my entire bloodstream. Instinctively, my hips start to rock with yours, moaning when my tip slides up and against the engorged, pulsing flesh of your clit. I resist the urge to push harder into it and just savor our push and pull, the meeting of countless raw nerves electrified, teased with slick friction. Our concentrated pulses below quicken in this rhythm, strain and swell through the skin to feel more. I don't how long we remain this way for, our dance of tongues and rocking hips oblivious to time's passage. I cannot measure time here and only recognize shifts in positions and velocities. ...
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