Bruises On Bruises – An Explicit Hot Sex Story
It was a hot summer night in a small city, and a couple found themselves in the backstreet of a bar. He was tall, dark and handsome, and she was petite and beautiful. He had been inside the bar, but couldn’t quite get the courage up to ask her out. She was the one he wanted, and he knew he had to make his move. He stepped out of the bar and moved towards her.
“Hey, do you want to come back to my place?” He asked tentatively.
She looked up at him and smiled. She knew what he was asking, and she nodded her head yes. They moved away from the bar and walked together closer to his place. As they were walking, he took her by the waist, pulled her closer and kissed her passionately. His hands moved to her backside and he squeezed her buttocks firmly. She moaned in pleasure, and he quickly realized that she was more than willing to take things further.
He let his hand grab onto her waist, and he turned her around so that she was facing him. His lips moved to her neck, and he tasted her, letting his tongue linger on her soft skin. His hands moved to her chest, and he started fondling her nipples. She gasped in pleasure, and he knew he was in for a treat tonight.
He started to move away from her, and stepped closer to the door of his place. He opened the door and led her inside. She looked around, and take it up a notch. He bent over and started to lick her pussy, tasting her juices and feeling her heat. He ran his tongue all around her, and then started to suck her clit. She groaned in pleasure, and he knew he was doing it right.
He quickly moved away and stood up. He moved towards his bed and ripped of his shirt in one swift movement. He looked back at her, and she was standing by the door, her dress still on, her eyes burning with desire. He held her gaze with his own and then moved his hand to his belt. He started to unbuckle it, and then slid it down his legs. He stepped out of it, and she gasped in anticipation.
He moved towards her and grabbed her by the waist, lifting her off the ground and carrying her over to the bed. He placed her on the bed, and then started to move down her body. He started kissing her stomach, and then moved down and started to kiss her inner thighs. She moaned in pleasure and moved her hand to his head, letting her fingers play with his hair. He moved down further and started to kiss her pussy, licking and sucking her clit and licking the inside of her.
He moved up and started to kiss her neck and then her lips. His hands were exploring her body, and he knew she was enjoying it. He moved one hand to her breasts, and started to gently massage them. She moaned in pleasure, and he moved his hand lower, until he found her clit. He started to rub it in circles, and she started to moan louder.
He moved his hand away and moved on top of her. He looked into her eyes, and she melted into the moment. He grabbed onto her hips and then entered her. She gasped in pleasure and he started thrusting inside her. He moved in and out of her, and every thrust made her moan louder. He was getting closer to his own orgasm, and he felt like he couldn’t take it any longer.
He moved his hand to her breast and started to squeeze it gently. She moaned in pleasure and he knew he was close. He increased his thrusts, and then he moaned out in pleasure as he came. They both lay there in the afterglow, their bodies covered in bruises and sweat. They had just experienced something incredible, and they both knew that it was never going to be the same again.
Epilogue
Bruises on bruises were left on both of their bodies, a reminder of the incredible night they had shared. From that night onwards, they were inseparable. They spent many nights together, exploring one another and pushing boundaries they never knew they had. They learned to trust one another, and to take pleasure from it in ways they never knew existed.
Bruises on bruises were the physical reminder of a night that changed both of their lives. They had found something special in one another, and it was impossible for them to ignore it. They had experienced a connection on that night that could never be replicated. Bruises on bruises will always be the reminder of the night they found true love.
