Between My Sheets

So I had an experience the other night that has left me smiling ever since.

There’s been this man who I’ve fancied for a couple of years. He’s hot, sexy, alternative, intriguing, kind, lovely, the whole package…..but for someone else it seems.

The night I’m referring to began with a lift home from said man, let’s call him Tom. I’d always had a big crush on him but always thought him well out of my league. When he dropped me off at the door I lent over to give him an innocent kiss, thank you and goodbye… but he lingered. He definitely lingered. I slowly pulled away, looked him in the eye and then leant back in. He proceeded to kiss me again, passionately, full of emotion, want and fury. He then pulled away… said there was something he should tell me, yep, he had a girlfriend. But he was still looking at me with this want behind his eyes. ‘A serious girlfriend’ I enquired, ‘kinda’ he replied.

Then he kissed me again.

The type of kiss that engulfs you, every ounce of your being is involved. You can feel just how much they want you thrown in with a bit of urgency and knowing they shouldn’t be doing it.

We couldn’t stop. We didn’t. We kissed in the car for a good while, steam clouding up the windows. I wanted him but didn’t wanna make a move in case he said ‘no, I can’t’, but he didn’t, he suggested maybe we could just go in and fool around for a bit. Hell yeah. All logic and knowing it was wrong went out the window because he wanted me. This man I thought was so hot and sexy wanted me.

Inside the flat and after a sneaky trip to the bathroom for an emergency quick shave (why do these things always happen when you’re not expecting it!) luckily I always believe in matching underwear so that area was covered!

As I walked into the lounge he was there, it was really him, this guy, on my sofa, wanting to fool around with me. Haha. I walked over, removed my coat and knelt on the sofa beside him. Slowly leaning in he kissed me again, rolling me over onto his lap, his hands all over my body, pressing between my legs, I was flushed, hot and horny.

Why does ‘making out’ feel so good. Just kissing, you concentrate on just that. That intimate gesture of touching tongues, tasting each other. A kiss can tell you so much. And this kiss was hot. Forceful. Urgent. naughty… I wanted him, I told him so, so we went to the bedroom.

In the time it took me to untie my three buckle shoes in the dark he was on my bed, shoes and top off, looking oh-my-god so sexy. I crawled over, and we kissed some more.

Of course it wasn’t long before clothes started coming off, first my top, then my jeans then his (to which I discovered he was wearing any underwear!! sexy….very sexy)

So there was me, a black lace underwear set, and a naked man between my thighs…. doesn’t get much better then that. It did, when he eased himself into me however. I was with one of those guys who makes you feel just so sexy and confident. He caressed and kissed and touched me everywhere like he was savouring every touch and taste and sight. As he ground into me, I was in heaven. Not only because of what he was doing but because of who he was. The type of boy you’d get off the market for. A real catch. Then as if to prove his character he stopped, said he couldn’t, you could tell a million things were running through his head, you knew he felt bad but at the same time he was telling me how’d he’d wanted to for ages and couldn’t not. I felt bad obviously. I was just having an amazing time, he was cheating on his girlfriend. He stayed ‘in’ me for a long time, just looking at me, kissing me, thinking and trying to resist. We then laid back, him on his back, me tucked in his nook, his hand constantly stroking that curve as your back turns into your butt. I was trying really hard, and was almost succeeding in stroking him whilst avoiding his still massive hard-on. We laid in silence for a long time, though you could almost hear his thoughts. I apologised for fucking up his head, and in the cutest way he assured me it wasn’t my fault. He wanted to so did, and then we well, ‘did’ some more.

On one hand he was saying he shouldn’t and knew it was wrong on the other hand he was telling me that he literally couldn’t keep his hands off me (or in me I’d like to add)

As much as he tried to keep his hands off me, there they were on my breasts, my legs, running down my sides. He was saying he shouldn’t be fucking me, whilst fucking me. This teasing stop start sex session lasted a long time and just added to how hot it was. 

When he left, telling me I was a very sexy young lady, his cock still rock hard and straining against his jeans, I pulled on a little dress and saw him to the door, we hugged, he could feel my frustration and mirrored it, I kissed him goodbye at the door and we didn’t even swap numbers. I don’t know whether I’ll ever see him again in that way, or what will happen with his girlfriend. But I have the memories of that night, and the way he made me feel, and for now…. that’s enough.