Sinful desires{steamiest short stories}

“Wait!” she cried, twisting to look back at me. “Please!”

“What?” I snarled, ready to take her. The tip of my cock burned at her opening.

“Not like this,” she said.

I was stunned at being stopped.

“What??”

With a strangled noise, I fell to my haunches behind her, and flopped backward to crash onto the floor.

“I asked you if you were sure!!” I cried at her, at the ceiling, at the world, frustrated by the interruption.

She rolled on the bed, kicking the skirt free of her foot, and lifted her head to look down the length of her body at where I lay on the floor, breathing hard.

“We’re friends whatever comes, Pigeon,” I told the room, biting off the words, “but would you please make up your fucking mind?”

“I’m sorry,” she said, pleadingly. “I just…”

“You just what?”

“I’ve fantasized about this, you know?”

“Hell yes, I know,” I said. “Like I haven’t?”

“I want this to be special,” she said in a small, plaintive voice.

I twisted to my knees and looked at her, still clothed above the waist, her legs open to me, her sex bared. Regaining my voice, I barked a strangled laugh.

“After everything we’ve carried each other through, wench, you honestly think it wouldn’t be?” I asked, shaking my head as I stared at my own hardness.

“You are such a fucking tease, sometimes,” I complained, raising my head again to grin at her.

She smiled back at me.

“This time it isn’t teasing, lover. It’s foreplay.”

“Foreplay and pot-pourri. Guys don’t get that stuff,” I told her, regaining a little of my sense of humor. “We did the foreplay at the table. Want fuck now!”

“Pig!!”

Laughing, I picked myself up off the floor, shucked my pants and rolled onto the bed. She pulled herself along the bed, ending beside me.

“Shouldn’t have moved up, woman, that was a good spot for you there,” I said, stroking her cheek and neck with my knuckles.

“Oh really? You’d like that, would you?” she laughed. “So let me try to recap your version of that fantasy: Place an appropriate hole in position, and just stay still while you get off… is that about right?”

“No,” I answered, “you’d be allowed to put inappropriate holes in position.” And then I yelled as she slapped my delicate and tender posterior.

“So tell me then,” I asked her, rubbing my abused parts, “what your wonderful little fantasy involved.”

“First you finish unwrapping me,” she commanded. “You’re all hanging out and I’m still dressed.”

A few buttons later, I was tugging the blouse off her arms, and then tracing the edges of her bra cups into her breasts.

“Aren’t you going to finish?” she asked me.

“Hang on. If we’re going to be all flowery about it, I might as well enjoy the imagery. It’s all about anticipation, wench, isn’t it? And I’ve been imagining these for a long time.”

“See?” she crowed. “My way is right!!”

“Bitch!” I yelled, and flipped her onto her stomach, muffling her protests and shrieks of laughter as I worked on her bra.

“Fucking industrial model, huh?” I muttered amidst profanity as I fought with the last hook. Her arm came up and she waved a middle finger toward the ceiling over my general area, but I’d solved the problem.

“There!”

She rolled back over and took the bra off herself, glaring at me.

“There. Naked. Fantasy. Tell!!” I commanded, but then interrupted her before she could obey. “Those are quite nice, actually.”

She stilled my hands through the expedient of rolling on top of me.

“I’ll show you,” she purred, and began kissing her way down my chest. My breath caught as she licked a nipple and blew chill kisses over the dampened flesh. Her breasts hung from her frame, dragging gently over me as she kissed. She stopped at my navel, giggling, and picked a hair out of her mouth.

“There were no hair issues in the fantasy, for the record.”

I laughed and then gasped as her tongue flickered down the underside of my shaft. She rooted around my sac, playing with my balls with her fingers and her mouth.

She sucked one into her mouth, the wet heat feeling as delicious as the sensation of her tongue. I gathered her hair and held it out of the way of my view and her efforts.

She moved her mouth over me and I sighed as she took me into her mouth then, her tongue flickering like electricity. She bobbed over me, and then gripped me, pumping me into her mouth as she teased the head.

My control began to fade, and not wanting to finish so quickly, I pulled at her.

She fought me, pumping me harder, knowing that I was close, and it was only moments after that I felt my whole body tense, all of my awareness in the convulsion of pleasure that was lightning through my cock.

I spilled in her mouth, my hips thrusting up in reflex, trying to pump between lips that leaked jism in pearly blobs that oozed back down my shaft. She smiled up at me as she swallowed.

She proceeded to lick her hand and my penis clean, and then crawled up my body with cat-like grace, to lie on top of me.

“That seems more like my fantasy than yours,” I said, stroking her back. “Thank you, though, that was just fine.”

“That’s just the start of it,” she replied. She kissed me, her kisses salted with my seed. I massaged and caressed her body for a time.

“So what else is in this fantasy,” I asked her, breaking free of her lips.

She rolled off me and onto her back. She didn’t say a word, and so I rolled onto my side to face her, propping my head on my hand.

I stroked her belly with the other, gradually tracing a path that brought my hand to her breast, drawing nonsensical symbols that seemed to consistently end at her nipples.

After a while of just playing with her body, she pulled at me until I was lying on top of her.

“Make love to me?” she asked quietly.

“I would be delighted, dear one, but I’m, um, I can’t just yet.” I said, peering at my uncooperative member. “But I can think of something to do to pass the time while I recover.”

It was my turn to kiss my way down her body. Her breasts made satisfying handfuls, and I took my time nibbling and kissing my way over them before I moved down the sides of her ribs and over her hips, to her thighs, and then to what lay between them.

“You don’t have to, you know,” she told me.

I stopped to look up at her. “There’s no gun to my head.” “Okay. I was just saying. It’s okay,” she repeated.

Then she hissed a gasp as I let my tongue rasp against her clit. I drew my tongue over her lips, zig-zagging from the bottom to the top, stopping at her clitoris again.

I plied my tongue for a while, over her lips, and down to her vagina. Her taste tickled my palate, and I sent my tongue out, as far as I could, probing into her, trying to gather her moisture, and then eventually, as my mouth tired, working my way back to her clit, to suck gently on it.

My fingers replaced my tongue and I filled her as I teased her with my mouth. Her moans guided me as I worked my tongue and jaw, pumping her with a second finger that had joined the first.

Her breathing grew more erratic, and I could feel my body responding, feeling the gathering hardness in my blood flowing into my reawakened cock.

I continued to lap at her clit, feeling her tension growing, but then she worked her hands into my hair, and to my surprise, began pulling me back up to her.

“I’m not done,” I complained. “You’re not done!”

“Come here,” she whispered to me as I fucked her with my fingers. She called me a second time before I crawled back up.

“I want you inside me. I need you inside me,” she panted. “Please?”

My dick felt like it was about to burst, and I nodded. She reached down to position me, and then I was sliding into her, and lost in the heat and sensation of her pussy.

I pushed into her, as far as I could, as hard as I could, just pressing against her. And then I began to pump in and out of her. As I thrust into her, she began to pant, and whisper encouragement.

Holding myself up, above her, I watched my length disappear inside her, only to reappear moments later, and disappear again, turned on as much by watching us as with the feeling of us.

My orgasm was building as she suddenly tensed, and moaned. And then she smiled at me. And moments later, pumping into her, my vision suddenly sparkled white, and I lost myself again, as I came, jerking erratically inside her.

We spent a few moments like that, regaining ourselves and control of our bodies.

“I’ve been wondering what this moment might be like almost since I first talked to you,” she told me.

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“Better than anything I ever imagined,” I said, truthfully. And then with a grin, “For the record, I’m glad you came.”

We laughed.

“Out of curiosity, how did you picture us?” she asked me.

“Oh,” I said, purring as I bit her ear. “That’s a fantasy for another time.”