The Trip
Copyright© 2022 by Maragdus
Day 3
Erotica Sex Story: Day 3 - Trip of my life ---based on my own life story is 95%+ true--- Note: this is from the male pov for female as my ex is actively reading this
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic True Story Petting Safe Sex
I wake several times during the night. I stiffen, and re-enter you. You make cooing noises and grip my arm more. And slip back to sleep.
Morning comes around, much later this time for us since our long day and later night. “Mmm, good morning.” “Good morning”, as I kiss your shoulder and neck and ear and anything I can reach. At this time I realized I fell asleep with the condom and I’m not inside you anymore. “Hey babe?” “Yes?”, I reply. “I wanna play some more before we go, can we?” “Well our checkout time is 10 and it’s almost 9. So we can for a little bit.” (Our sessions were never short or quick, closer to marathons.)
“Mmm yay!” You say in a cute happy voice and I smile just hearing how happy you are. You turn and kiss me. You seem suddenly wide awake and just wriggling, wanting. I start with light touches up your thighs, while I lean down and kiss your breast. Kiss one then the other, light touches around your sensitive center, up and around your left nipple. Feeling it pucker and harden just like I’m starting to harden. You moan and shiver. Light touches back down to your center and thighs as I take your right nipple into my mouth. Sucking and nibbling and pushing you moan for me more. You grip my hand and “Stop playing. Touch me!” Pull me to your hot, wet center.
I put that first finger in, I slide in like we’ve been playing for an hour. Wanting it, wanting more. After a minute of fast finger I lean over to kiss you and put the second finger in. Big gasp from you as I do that. I keep going pulling on your nipple with my teeth, not full on biting but stretching. More moaning. “Hey beautiful, you ready?” “For what?” You gasp at me. “This.” As I go straight for that ridge, curling my fingers. Knowing that me doing is almost like pressing a button.
“Eeeeeee!” As you moan/scream getting your first cum. I lean up and kiss you, kissing me back hard. You start to catch your breath and “Again please?” I go back in and just curl, curl, cum. And now the bed and I am soaked. This time I don’t ask I let you catch your breath and go again. “Ohhhh! Yessssss!”
You reach over and I’m hard. You give a stroke, “I want this now, but babe?” “Yes?” “Can I ask something?” “Go ahead.” “Can I ride but you don’t?” “Don’t?” “Don’t finish.” “Oh umm yes sweetheart. We can do that.” “Mmm yes.” And I lean back and you climb up on me. Beautiful, light sneaking through the bedroom blinds, light up your curves. Anticipating smile I dream about. Full perfect breasts smooth asking to be touched. Hard thick nipples I love to play with. Down to that bit of bush leading to your temple, I wanted to worship at every day. Perfect. Riding me. If I thought you were riding me previously, this was the time telling me different. Hard, fast, me struggling just to stay in sometimes. Me struggling not to cum. Letting you ride and cum. And it wasn’t enough, starting back again. So wild that you shake the mattresses off the bed frame! Sweat dripping on me as you go from your second and get started on your third cum.