Stories From A Virgin

11-15-18

      As I lay with him on the ground, watching Harry Potter, my mind is not on the movie. I cuddle on to his side and his arms instinctively snake around my waist. I smile to myself. I poke his stomach because I know exactly how he will react. He gets on top and starts to tickle me. Even though I begged him not to. But I love it when he does it, and I secretly think he knows it too, but oh well.
      He stops tickling me and leans down to kiss me. There was a point in my life where I hated making out. That was before I met him. He kisses so well. So soft at times, and harder at other times. I wrap my arms around his neck, tugging at his hair. I wrap my legs around his waist. We kissed for a few minutes until he starts to kiss my neck.
when he kisses my neck, that's when I start to lose it. He's experienced so he knows what he's doing. And that doesn't help my case any.... So soft yet make me so weak when he kisses those certain spots. He makes this sound with his mouth after each and every case that makes it 10 times better. He teases me by sucking on my sweet spots, but not hard or long enough to leave a hickey. I whimper and bite my lip every time he does that.
Then he asked me if I want to take my shirt off. Hesitantly I say yes. But me being me, I do it in the most awkward way possible eventually I get off and I leave my bra on. He asks if he can take my bra off and I say yes. He reaches around my back with one hand and on Classix my bra. After he takes my bra off, he kisses down to my boobs.
He kisses my left nipple and I let out a sigh, clenching my hands around his hair. He kisses on the under part of my boobs making sure to cover every part. While doing that he plays with my right one with his hand. Every once in a while, he kisses my lips while giving both of them a squeeze. I lightly moan Into his mouth, every time. He goes to my right boob with his mouth putting my nipple into it. He flicks it with his tongue. I whimper moving my head to the side. I can sense that smirk on his face. He does it again and the feeling of his wet tongue on my hard nipple drives me insane. He moves his mouth back to my left nipple which to my surprise It felt even better. And he knew by my body language and sound I was making, That my left nipple is more sensitive than my right. Then he moves to the space in between and kisses down my stomach. He kisses right above my bluejeans and I look down only to find a pair of ocean eyes looking right back at me.
He sets up and asked me if I want him to take his shirt off. I say yes. When he took his shirt off, it looks like something from a movie. He did the classic thing you see guys do in movies. And it made me weak. He moves his head back to mine and kisses me, I take this chance to catch my breath. He only gives me a moment before he starts to grind on me. Grinding is like art. If he hits The perfect spot, then it is heaven. If he doesn't, it snaps you back to reality and you realize it's kind of weird. When his hips thrust into the right spot, I let out a small moans. His clothed cock would his right at my entrance, and he would go harder, making me a mess. Then he hit The same spot again while kissing my neck. Drove me insane. When he hit that spot, he would also hit my clit which made me flinch. He whispered into my ear,
" there are girls that like their clit played with, and there are girls who like their enterence played with better, and I see your one who likes your clit better"
In my head I said " you couldn't be more wrong" but by the pleasure he was giving me I couldn't form words, so I whimpered.
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Authors note: hey guys I'm back. And I'm not single anymore. Most of these will have a awkward ending because that's how they ended  in real life.