Elena was laying on the bed wearing her breezy summer dress that barely reached her knees. She was laying on her stomach, with her arms crossed under her chin, with her legs in the air and with her look fixated on the open bedroom door. She was waiting for Stefan. When she woke up, he wasn't there, and she was out of her mind bored. It was hot, and when she woke up, Stefan's shirt she was sleeping in was tightly glued to her body. So she changed her clothes, opened the windows so some wind would come in and refresh her, and decided to wait for him to return from wherever he went.
She was laying there for few minutes until Stefan came in the room. He was wearing nothing but a white towel around his waist, which was losely tied so it looked like it's going to fall any minute now. She had a perfect view on his perfectly sculptured torso, and her heart started racing as she remembered how good it feels to pull her fingers over his chest, and how perfectly his chest colides with hers while they're making love.
„Hey there sexy" – Elena greeted him while smirking at him. Stefan looked at her and smiled. He knew that smirk all too well.
„Morning love" – he walked to her, bent down and kissed her forehead. As he bent down, she had an urge to pull the towel of his waist, but she controlled herself. First she had to cop the field to see if Stefan's mind is set on the same thing as hers.
He pulled his body up and pulled his fingers through his wet hair, shaking his head so it would dry off. Few drops flew to Elena's face and she giggled. He looked over at her, fixating his look on her legs that were in the air. He noticed that her dress is lifted up on the back of her body, and he had a perfect view on her black, lacy panties that were showing more than they should. He grinned as he asked himself did she do that on purpose, or was it only a coincidence. Elena catched his look and bit her lower lip. It was then when he knew that was no coincidence, because her biting her lower lip could only mean one thing. Elena got on her knees, came closer to Stefan who was standing right in front of the bed, and looked at him with a lustful look in her eyes. She pulled her fingers through his wet hair, leaning her upper body and pressing it to his, slowly locking her lips with his. The kiss didn't last long, it was nothing but a small peck on the lips, due to her grabbing his shoulders and throwing him on the bed. As she spread her legs to sit on him, he got up in a sitting position and pulled her faster in his lap.
„Someone is playful this morning" – he said with a wide grin on his face as his look catched hers. Elena giggled.
She had put her arms around his neck and pulled herself closer to him, feeling every line of his chest pressing in to her skin through her thin dress. She had put one of her hands on the back of his neck, pulling his head in for a kiss, and the other one on his head, grabbing his hair and pulling it through her fingers, roughly. Their lips locked with each other, and soon she could feel his tongue parting her lips, so she had let him. She lowered her hands down his back, exploring his body, pulling her body away from his only so she could explore the front with her hands too. He was holding his hands on her back, pulling her in every time she would pull away. Their bodies were bending together, like synchronized.
With his every touch, Elena could feel that she's getting wetter and wetter. Soon enough, he could feel her wet panties on the top of his leg, too. She could feel his lips curving into a smirk as he kissed her, and the next thing she could feel was him pulling his right hand from her back, pulling it up her dress and slowly entering her panties. When she felt his finger on the entrance of her vagina, she pulled away from the kiss, buried her head above his collar bone and slowly parted her lips. The only thing he could hear was a silent, but delightful moan escaping her throat. He started rubbing her faster and faster as she started grinning her body against his. He could feel her warm breath on the skin of his neck as louder and louder moans started coming out of her mouth.
He pulled his hand out of her panties and grabbed the bottom of her dress, pulling it up her body. As he did so, he pulled her body closer to his, and she could feel bulge under the towel. She smirked although he couldn't see her face, because he was busy with unhooking her bra, which he did extremely fast. Partly because he couldn't wait to have her, partly because he did it so often. He threw both her dress and her bra on the other side of the room. He had put his hands on her hips, lowering his head and kissing her chest, making her already hard nipples, harder. He detached his head from her chest, picked her up, and before she even knew it, she found herself on the bed, laying on her back. He threw here there, hard enough to make it passionate, but not hard enough to hurt her.
As he got on his knees, she noticed the bulge on the towel is bigger than it was minutes ago. She playfully smiled, looking at his hard penis before looking him in the eyes. He would always get hard when he would feel his skin pressing next to hers. It was that easy for him. Her presence, her touch is all that he needed. He laid on the bed beneath her, kissing her inner thighs. When she saw how hard he is, she though he's going to take her right that instant. But it's like he didn't care about himself, like the only thing that mattered to him was to satisfy her.
He was pulling his fingers over her flat stomach, every once in a while stretching his hand out so he could feel her chest. He was kissing her inner thighs, climbing up and kissing her over her panties, making her release one of those silent moans he liked to hear so much.
He raised his head up and slowly pulled her panties of her body. She was dripping wet, he could smell it. To him, Elena had a special scent, nothing like any of the other woman he was with. She was.. sweeter. Or maybe that was because he loved her. He never loved those other girls, and the reason why he calls them those other girls is because he can't even remember their names. He can barely remember their faces. All he can remember is that none of them tasted sweeter or smelled nicer than Elena. The moment she crossed her legs was the moment he realized she can't hold it any longer. He looked at her and she was biting her lower lip. He smiled at her before his head disappeared between her legs.
As soon as she felt his mouth on her vagina, she started moaning. She could feel how wet she is, but every brush of his tongue left her wetter and wetter. And all she could feel were delicious shivers going up and down her spine. She could feel her brain sending electricity all over her body, making her body bend in the direction of his tongue. She was like a fish on the dry land, defensless under his touch, throwing herself on the bed. But unlike a fish, she didn't want this moment to end. She wanted to capture every second of what her body was going through while Stefan was going down on her for the.. well, she stopped counting for what time ages ago.
„Stefan!" – she screamed his name with a scream that was something between her begging him to stop and begging him to continue doing whatever he's doing. Stefan was her miracle, in every departament of her life, and that included her sexual life. She never dreamed that someone will have such power over her, and that someone will be able to make her weak with one kiss, one touch. And their bodies colided perfectly together. And he knew exactly where to kiss her, where to touch her, and he knew how to fuck her so every thought would escape her mind in order to leave room for pleasure and nothing but pleasure. With him, Elena learned to make a difference between making love and having sex. When they made love, their minds and souls would connect as well as their bodies. But when they had sex, it was sweaty and passionate, and his fingers would leave traces on her body that would stay there long after they're done. He would fuck her in every position his mind could think of, and her body would always be hungry for more, begging him never to stop.
She screamed his name few more times, and his name would be followed with a loud moan. If anyone was near the house at the time, they would hear her moans, and they would know exactly what's going on in that room. But she couldn't control herself. She didn't want to.
„Just fuck me already" – she finally screamed, putting her hand on the top of his head, grabbing his hair.
Stefan lifted his head up, looking at her, first with shock, then with a delightful smirk on his face. He enjoyed hearing her moan and beg and scream his name. That gave him the knowledge he's doing something right, and with her, he loved to be right. He loved pleasuring her in every way possible, and he would do everything she asked him to.
„What?" – he asked through laughter.
She was trying to catch her breath. She pulled her fingers over her vagina which made him swallow. He noticed her hard nipples, and he leaned down to kiss them. She pulled her fingers up, and now his hard penis was touching her through the towel. She had a feeling like he's teasing her.
„Please Stefan, I can't hold it anymore" – she lowered her hand to feel his penis. As soon she had put her hand on it, he twitched. She wondered does he want her and much as she wants him. If yes, he's good at hiding it. And she had no idea how much he wants her. He wanted her so much that he had a feeling he's going to come as soon as he felt her hand on his penis. With her other hand, she untied the towel that was now lingering around his waist. It fell on her legs and she pushed it of the bed. She started pulling it up and down while he was sucking her nipples. She was jerking him off for a couple of minutes, every now and then releasing his penis and stretching her hand down to lightly squeeze his balls. When he stopped sucking her nipples and when his head fell on her chest, she knew he can't hold it in anymore either. She had let go of his penis and pushed him on the bed. She got on her knees and turned her head around to look at him. He was still laying on the bed, breathing heavily, and his penis was as hard as a rock.
„I want it from the back" – she said while pushing her butt into his direction, parting her legs so he could have a clear view of how dripping wet she still is.
„What?" – he asked in disbelief. She hated that position, at least that's what she used to tell him. She loved being on top, and he loved her being on top. That way he would get a cristaly clear view of her whole body, especially of her boobs jumping up and down, as she jumped on him.
„I want you to put it in me.." – she raised her bottoms up – „from behind" – she smirked while looking at his puzzled face.
She didn't have to tell him twice. He got on his knees, and his penis was straight up, like a telephone pole. And from where Elena was standing, it looked about the same size. If he wasn't in her countless times before, she would be afraid.
He got a hold of his penis, and parted the lips of her vagina with the head of his penis. She expected him to put it right in, but he didn't. He was playing with her, teasing her, he wanted to hear her beg. Because he knew she would. She started grunting when she realized he's not about to put it in anytime soon, and she didn't feel like playing games. So he pushed it in carefully, partly because he couldn't hold it anymore either, partly because he didn't want to torture her like this.
He had put his hands on her hips, jamming his penis deep inside of her. She was moaning like she always did. She was very loud while they're having sex, but it made him feel good. Her screams and moans, feeling her body going numb from all the pleasure, that was what he enjoyed in the most. He was so deep she had a feeling like her whole body is going to explode.
„Oh baby" – he leaned on her back, and she could feel his breath on her ear. It made her tremble in pleasure, feeling his warm breath on her skin, hearing him whisper words in her ear, feeling his hands slowly massage her boobs.
She raised one of her hands and put it on the side of his head, caressing his cheek. „You like that, don't you? How tight I am" – she said as she grinned her teeth, crumbling the bedspread with her other hand.
„Yes" – he practically whispered into her ear. And he did love it, the fact she was so tight. The fact that in the beginning he had to enter her slowly, which gave him more pleasure than anyone could imagine. And he always entered her all the way so that his balls would pound on the lips of her vagina as he would fuck her faster and faster on her command.
„Fuck me harder" – she said as she turned her head around. Her eyes were closed and her lips were parted. He had put his fingers on her lips, slowly lowering his head to kiss her.
„Harder?" – he asked as he slapped her butt cheeks.
She smiled while trying to catch her breath. „Yes" – she said – „Yes, yes, yes, yes!" – she pronounced every word louder than the last one.
He pulled it out of her and then jammed it back in, and he repeated that few times. Her breathing sounded like she's going to pass out soon, but her moans kept her alive.
He had put it in again, all the way, and started fucking her, first slowly, then he speeded up. He had pulled her hair a few times, making her smile. She loved when he took over the control. She loved when he didn't ask for a permission to do something, but took matters in his own hands and surprised her. She loved being surprised.
„Oh my God, Stefan!" – she screamed from the depth of her throat, and for a moment there she thought her voice, that sneaked out through the open window, traveled through the whole woods. And she didn't care. She didn't care who hears her, because she knew there's no one who feels as good as her at the moment. She didn't have much experience with other men, but she was convinced that no one fucks as good as Stefan does.
And hearing his name escaping her lips in the moment of ecstasy made him only harder.
„I want to be on top, now" – she barely said, catching her breath after every spoken word.
He pulled out and laid on his back. In a hurry, she overstepped his body and grabbed his penis, slowly leading him inside of her. Then she sat on him so she would be sure it came in all the way, and when she felt his balls on her butt cheeks she was sure it did. So she started riding him, first slowly, then she speeded up as she felt comfortable with him inside of her. It didn't take her much time to feel like that.
„Home come you're still so hard?" – she asked him while lowering her body to his chest. She kissed his neck.
„As long as you're so hot, I'm going to be hard" – he said while pulling his hands over her stomach up to her chest, taking her boobs in his hands and playing with them.
She raised her body up looking at his abs, his strong torse, every line perfectly conecting with the next line, and so on. She had put her fingers on his chest and scratched it a little. He smirked at her, and she bit her lower lip.
„Stefan, this feels so good" – she screamed so hard that for a moment it seemed like the window glass is going to crack.
„Fuck Elena, you're so tight" – he said while putting his hands on her hips. As soon as she felt his touch on her skin, she lowered her speed and started circling with her hips, lightly scratching his chest.
„Stefan" – now she said his name through a whisper, trying to catch her air. She has a feeling her lungs are empty of air. „I'm going to come" – she said while looking him in the eyes.
Her whole body was sweaty. His hands were sliding down her hips since her whole body was wet. She could see drops of sweat on his body too since sun was shinning and it's beams were sneaking in through the open window. But he could still feel that scent on her, despite of all the sweat. Scent that made her sweeter than anyone else.
She could feel she's reacing her climax. Despite her slippery body, he had put his hands on her hips and held tight. She stopped speeding and her whole body relaxed in his arms. And that's when he started jamming into her, making her scream for more. Making her beg him to never stop. Making her want to feel like this forever.
And then her body became stiff, and after few moments it completely relaxed. She fell on his chest like she's spineless, and then she rolled over on the bed, next to him.
He was the first man to ever give her and orgasm. And since that day, every orgasm he had given her was more amazing than the last one.
„That was amazing" – she said through laughter, while turning her head to kiss him on the lips.
He smiled at her. „You know, you're louder in the morning."