Erotic Story: Braided hair

‘It’s not too tight like this?’ His voice sounds loving as he runs his fingers through my hair and tightly ties it into a braid. ‘No, its fine.’ ‘It looks good on you.’ I chuckle. ‘Good?,’ I ask. ‘Yes, your hair looks really sexy braided.’ ‘Hmm,’ I respond softly and let my fingertips run down his forearm. ‘And I think it’s sexy that you can braid my hair.’ He starts to laugh. ‘That’s for my own good, really.’

I look at him through the mirror and ask what he means. He wraps the hair tie around my hair to hold the braid together. Then he firmly grabs both braids with one hand. He strokes my neck with his free hand, which appears as soon as he pulls my head back by my braids. ‘It’s much easier to pull your hair like this while I fuck you,’ he whispers in my ear. The warmth of his breath and the words he speaks, instantly set my body on fire. I swallow hard and try to watch us through the mirror. As usual, my hair looks perfect braided and he looks good enough to eat. A few shiny drops from the shower adorn his bare torso and his dark hair falls messily around his face. 

The way he grabs me, makes my bathrobe fall open slightly and one of my breasts escapes. ‘Hmm,’ he moans softly along my skin as he kisses my neck. ‘That’s not half bad.’ My breast fills his hand and he starts a gentle massage. With a sigh I let my head fall back, to lean against his chest. His hand feels warm against my bare skin. I reach back, tug on the towel around his hips and have his hard cock in my hands in no-time. His tip feels wet and a feeling of pride comes over me. This is because of me, I make him hard. My breasts, my hair, my skin and my presence. ‘I could take you right here, right now.’ ‘What’s keeping you?,’ I whisper softly, but just hard enough for him to hear. Without warning he lets go of my hair, pulls his hand off my breast and takes a step back. I look at him through the mirror, his eyes are fiery, as if he’s ready to attack at any moment. 

It’s the exact look that always makes me swoon. I take hold of the edge of the bathroom cabinet and automatically push my ass his way. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth and gives me a mischievous look. Then he looks down and I feel his eyes burning on my ass. Agonizingly slowly, he grabs the bottom of my bathrobe with both hands and pulls it up. The fabric tickles my skin and my breathing speeds up. In a few seconds he’ll touch my bare ass which is still eagerly pushing his way. Yes, his fingertips run over my ass cheeks, caressing, followed by a soft tap and then back to tickling me again. I feel the tension building between my legs and my nipples have turned into hard buttons by now. 

His hands slide up, to the top of my bathrobe and he curls his fingertips around the edge to slowly pull it off my shoulders and drop it on the floor. I laugh excitedly and watch in the mirror how my naked body is gradually exposed. An excited groan escapes from his mouth, one that reaches my core and I instantly feel turned on. His hands shortly slide down my breasts, caress my nipples and pinch them briefly. Then they slide down my back. When he reaches my lower back, he gently pushes me further forward, automatically moving my ass further back. I feel his hard cock sliding wetly between my ass cheeks. I moan softly at the prospect of him inside me and seek eye contact through the mirror again. I see his hand positioning his cock. Then he looks at me, his gaze intense, and with one fierce movement he thrusts himself inside of me. A loud groan echoes through the bathroom.

He grabs my hair tightly, gently pulls my head back and I try hard to find a spot on the ceiling that I can focus on. His free hand is buried in my left buttock and he pinches my skin mercilessly hard. The slight pain drives me wild. He slides in and out of me with large strokes, his wet hair dancing to his rhythm. ‘So good, your hair,’ he pants loudly to his rhythm. ‘I can’t get enough of you.’ I push my ass even further towards him, gently release the edge of the sink with my right hand to find my clit. The sound of our sex echoes through the small space of the bathroom and I don’t think I could have been more turned on. My clit is swollen and wet, and as I gently slide my fingertips against it, I already feel that my orgasm will be there soon. His hand grips my braid more tightly and I moan loudly when I feel the tug on my scalp. My braid is completely wrapped around his hand and wrist and it feels like I have nowhere to go.

Every now and then, he moves his arm forward slightly, giving me space to look in the mirror. Our bodies moving together is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. His thighs pound deliciously against my ass. A few more rounds along my clit and I can’t hold it anymore. From way down my throat something sounding suspiciously like whimpering comes up. His breathing speeds up, in sync with his rhythm. I feel the drops of our mixed fluids sliding down my thighs. 

One last round, my legs are starting to tingle, breathing seems impossible and I feel my muscles starting to tighten. ‘I’m coming, don’t stop,’ I manage to scream through the bathroom. ‘Yes, oh. Fuck. Yes,’ he moans loudly. Before I know it, I feel his body pounding into me in convulsing movements. We moan loudly and occasionally express some swear words that we probably won’t even remember. The pressure on my braided hair is decreasing, his hand sinks further and further away. With his forehead pressed against my shoulder, we catch our breath. My mouth is dry, and my body feels raw. What is it with men and braided hair?