Erotic Story: No hurry

Sander lies on top of me fully dressed. His head rests on his hand and the fingers of his other hand gently stroke my ass. He’s in no hurry, and although I am I do know that he sets the pace. ‘Will you make time to fuck too?’ I ask. He is always so focused on his work that I wonder if he’s had many women and girlfriends. ‘To fuck you? Definitely.’ He pulls me close to him, our whole bodies touching. My fingertips stroke the contours of his face. His beard is rough and I wonder how it would feel between my legs. ‘Who was there before me?’ He exhales and lies on his back. ‘Some girl I’d met in the bar.’ ‘Do you ever go to the bar?’ He starts laughing. ‘I went to drink whiskey once. It was late. She came over to me. I went with her. And then I went home again.’ It sounds just like the sex I imagined with him. Coincidental, casual and something that doesn’t take up much of his focus. Still it feels different with me. He makes me feel like I’m the only thing that occupies his mind when he’s with me and for a man who thinks so much, that feels like the ultimate compliment. I unbutton his shirt and his hands slide under my dress and massage my buttocks.

‘I’ve been wondering what you look like totally naked,’ he says and kisses my neck. ‘I’ve fantasized about it.’ I slide my hand inside his pants and soon find his hard-on. He presses his body to me and moans softly. ‘What were you fantasizing about?’ ‘Your soft skin.’ He runs his hand along the inside of my thigh. ‘Breasts that drive me wild.’ His hand slides between my breasts and grabs the lace of my bra. ‘Exactly like these.’ He groans and presses me onto my back. He presses his thumb against my bottom lip as if he wants to let me know that he’ll start kissing me soon. ‘We’re going to fuck, then drink, then fuck again and talk. And then we’ll start all over again.’ He presses his lips on mine as he lies down on top of me. ‘And we’re definitely not going to rush things.’ He kisses me again. ‘I want to make sure that I get to know your body, and what goes on in your mind, better than anyone else by the time I leave this room.’ I shiver at the thought, because I believe every word.

After what feels like hours of kissing like teenagers, I can’t wait any longer. I want him naked. I want every inch of his body, to touch, massage, kiss, suck and bite him. I sit on the bed and slowly start taking his pants off. Every bit of emerging skin, amazes me. His cock is hard, poking my way as if desperately waiting for my touch. After I take off his pants and his boxers hit the floor, he looks at me with a smile. His lack of shame feeds my arousal. ‘You are so hot,’ I grin. ‘Thank you,’ he replies playfully. I don’t want to move, but I just have to feel his skin on mine. I stand up, take off my clothes and take a condom from the nightstand. I kiss his lips, our tongues dance feverishly. The way he presses his fingertips against the back of my head, sends jolts of desire throughout my body. He brushes a strand of hair from my face as I press my body against his. He moans softly. ‘You’re a great kisser,’ I say. ‘So are you.’ I press my lips to the skin of his abdomen, and lick my way up to his neck. In one firm swing roles are reversed and I lie on my back. I sigh and look at his naked body.

‘What shall I do with you first?’ he asks with a grin. I slowly let my legs fall open. He chuckles: ‘Oh yeah?’ I laugh mischievously. ‘I see that you are already wet.’ He presses his tongue against my skin and circles my clit before sliding his tongue down and then back up again. He makes me hungry. My skin longs for his touch. My moaning is getting louder and I feel my whole body focusing its attention on my clit. I climax loudly in jerking movements. It feels as if I’m losing control. I push my back up from the covers and moan his name excitedly. ‘Jesus,’ he pants. He wipes his mouth and lies down next to me. ‘That was one’, he jokes. He kisses my lips. The taste of my own saltiness spreads through my mouth. ‘I want to feel you inside me so badly,’ I confess. ‘So impatient.’ ‘It’s been weeks,’ I manage to whimper.

He bounces his boner up and down. ‘Lie on your stomach.’ He grabs the condom that I flung onto the bed before and rolls it around his boner. I lean on my elbows and forearms, and push my ass towards him. Without looking back, I know that he’s positioning himself and before I know it I feel his boner slowly penetrating me. With an elongated moan, he fills me completely and carefully starts to move. In small thrusts first, but with increasingly bigger strokes. When he pauses shortly, I know it’s because he likes it so much. He breathes heavily. ‘See how perfect my cock is for you?’ It feels too good to speak out but I manage to nod in confirmation. The sounds I’m producing, make clear to him that I’m enjoying this intensely. He bends over and before I know it, I feel his teeth in my shoulder. ‘Fuck,’ I moan way too loud and excited. ‘It feels so good.’

He pulls himself out completely and then thrusts back inside in one movement. I break into a sweat, I bury my fingers into my duvet and try to control my breathing. The air is filled with pure lust. ‘This way I can hear when your breathing changes. So I can whisper in your ear just how damned good it feels.’ He moans and picks up his pace. He is determined to make me come again before reaching his own climax. In one jerk he pulls my arms away and turns me onto my back again. An excited scream escapes my lips. He keeps thrusting, my insides pulsing around him as my body claims my orgasm. ‘Fuuuuuuuck,’ he groans as his orgasm waves through his body just after I’ve recovered. With every move he makes, I feel myself sinking deeper and deeper into the mattress. He falls on top me and relaxes his body. Then he rolls onto his back next to me and rolls off the full condom. My heart is still racing wildly and I can hear my heartbeat between my ears. We look at each other smiling and he presses a kiss on my mouth. ‘It’s a good thing we’re not in a hurry.’