You make me, make me hungry again.
Saturday I had a very good night.
I went out for a friend’s birthday expecting just a fun night among friends and then Edward called me. He ended up joining us much to my delight.
He thrills me. He’s so attractive. And other people seem to notice how attracted we are to each other. Before, someone “jokingly” proposed a foursome with him, me and their partner. Again, on Saturday, someone else made a joke about Edward and I joining him and his wife in their bed.
We laugh about it to each other saying we’re the only ones who get to experience how hot it is together.
And hot it is indeed.
Edward is really opening up to me. He kept making comments, that night, about future things we will do together. He also discussed how if I hadn’t had plans he was going to invited me to a friend’s of his party. He also held my hand and kissed me at the bar we were at. For Edward, to show any PDA, is huge. Then, he invited me over to sleep in his bed that night. He told me, a month ago, that I would never be allowed to sleep in his bed as he finds sleeping with another person to uncomfortable so I felt this was a major step in the right direction.
When we got to his house we changed to sleep. I was wearing a shirt of his, which clung to my curves for dear life, and my panties while he stripped down to his boxers. He apologized that he was not feeling very sexual as he must wake up in a few hours to go mountain biking with another in the morning. I said that was absolutely fine. I just want to sleep with him.
We laid in bed, chit-chatting and I was feeling ready to drift off to sleep. I lay my head on his chest but I knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep. His heart was beating so hard. I wasn’t sure why. I rolled over to try to sleep as he held me close.
Then, all of a sudden, we were making out. Our tongues hungry for each other. My body aching for his. We are so forceful together – biting, pulling on my hair, digging our nails into each other, playing at each other’s nipples. I know, sexually, he is a great match for me as he moans when I use force. Few men have enjoyed this. And, I’ve made it no secret how much I enjoy being manhandled.
He pushed his fingers inside of me as I squirmed, moaning. He went down on me. I felt dangerously close to cumming. I just feel so much pressure though. I’ve never cum with a man other than my ex-fiance so I feel it would be a big deal for Edward to make me cum.
But I want him to.
I’ve made a vow to stop masturbating until I cum with him. A little game, I’ve decided to play, with myself.
I then reciprocated. His cock is perfect, I must say. Perfect length, I’m guessing 7.5″, and the width is just right. He was obviously thrilled by my skills. He kept moaning “Oh my god” but just as he was about to cum, he pushed me off. Maybe he doesn’t want to cum with me until I do? He told me he was most impressed by me. This made me beam since Edward rarely compliments.
Our bodies move in such perfect unison, I can’t wait to have sex with him. In fact, I almost proposed that he just enter me that night but I’m glad he suggested we be “good boys and girls.” I want to really let this linger.
As he said this, we sat on his bed, our limbs intertwined. I was amazed at how much I enjoy being sexual with him. I felt this hunger that I hoped would never be satisfied completely.
I never feel so hungry for another. My body, my loins, felt so heated, aching for him. He told me he was sorry to leave me in such a state (after we initiated things once again when his alarm went off) but I said that while it’s a bit unsatisfied of a feeling, it feels so good to feel so sexually alive.
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