Sexy Erotica
"Just Once" a sex story by Stephanie M. Wytovich
Livia French kisses the air, knowing that in the room next to hers, he’s breathing it too. Sometimes she’ll even press her ear against the wall, and listen to him breathe while she imagines the dreams running through his head; wondering if he dreams about her, the way she’s always dreamed about him. She has to wonder though, if it’s possible to love someone so much, that you die every time they’re away from them, even when you know they are the forbidden fruit. The one you’re not supposed to ever be with. The one that has always been off limits. Yet for years, she’s wondered what it would be like to wake up one morning, and be staring into his dark eyes, lost in the blankets and tightly wrapped against his muscular chest. She’s yearned for his calloused hands to glide down her navel, while he kisses away the pain of all the years wasted under his spell, yet as much as she wants to no longer be hypnotized by the protruding trance of his stare, she can’t break away from it.
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Liv decided to run the water in the shower for a few minutes before she got in, because she needed to relax today after the terrible fight that she had with her boyfriend, Jonathan, last night. They were both so perfect and wrong for each other at the same time, and no matter how many times she tried to convince herself otherwise, Liv knew something was missing in the relationship. Their arguments always ended with her thinking: what are we even doing with each other? Perhaps it was the fact that her heart has always belonged to her best friend and roommate, Christopher. Or maybe the fact that her and Jonathan were trying to work at something that just wasn’t fixable. Regardless, a hot shower and a cup of Chamomile tea normally did the trick.
While the water heated up, she wrapped herself in her light, gray robe, and sat cross-legged on her bed, staring at the blank screen of her TV. She leaned against the wall, and tried to hear what Chris was doing, but she couldn’t hear anything.
With a heavy sigh, Liv took her hair out of her ponytail, and let it fall down her back. She got up out of bed, and saw the steam seeping out from underneath the door, and figured that her shower was probably ready. When she turned the knob, she felt her skin collecting the moisture, and breathed a sigh of relief for her version of hot water therapy. This was just what she needed, but when she opened the door, she realized someone was already in the shower. Chris.
Rather than even acknowledging that she was there, he remained encased in the steam, while hot beads of water slashed against his toned body. She couldn’t help but stare at his cool composure while he licked the droplets off his lips, and plunged further into the cascade of water that enveloped him. Without even glancing in her direction, he simply carried on with his shower, lathering up his soap, and caressing it over his skin in the most delicate of ways. He wasn’t bashful with his body, and he remained in there for a while before he caught her stare. When he finally looked at her, it was as if it was the first time they had seen each other in years.
“You look tense, Liv. Why don’t you come in and join me?” he casually asked, as if this was nothing out of the ordinary. As if best friends ask these questions everyday to each other.
She didn’t know what to say. Her body immediately wanted to say yes and leap into his arms, but what about Jonathan? Was that really fair to him? She may have dreamed about this moment for years, but now that it actually presented itself, she was speechless. Luckily for her, she didn’t have to say anything at all.
Chris slid the shower curtain open, and stepped out onto the carpet, dripping water all over the floor. His penis was erect and he held no sense of shame as he approached her. He walked up to her and with his burning brown eyes, cupped her chin in his hands, and kissed her. Their tongues danced as if they were already familiar with each other, and she quickly lost herself in the sweet taste of his lips. His kiss was better than she could have dreamed, and for once in her life, it felt right. They devoured each other like hungry teenagers exploring each other for the first time. He sucked her bottom lip, as his hand grazed her check, and then slowly moved up to her earlobe, licking it and whispering her name gently in her ear. The two clung to each other with a fiery need, and eventually as the seconds turned into minutes, Liv didn’t care that her boyfriend would probably be arriving at the apartment soon with a half assed attempt at an apology. All she cared about now was Chris, and for once, she didn’t feel guilty about it.
As the hunger increased, Liv was pushed up against the wall, and Chris engulfed her body with his. Just his skin rubbing against hers was enough to drive her wild, but she wouldn’t let herself give in so quickly. She moved against him, teasing him as she caressed his chest with her nipples, and let her hands wander below his waist. She grabbed him, and stroked his dick slowly at first, wanting the moment to last; savoring every second that she explored his body. But she wasn’t allowed to give for long.
She let her robe drop to the ground, as Chris lifted her onto the porcelain sink. It was there that his kiss moved from her mouth, down to her breasts, pausing for a minute or two before he made his way downstairs. Liv moaned in pleasure as his tongue glided over her clit in slow circles, while he pushed two fingers into her at the same time. Her muscles tensed, and her breath caught in her chest. She ran her fingers through his curly brown hair, and let her hands fall down into the area between his shoulder blades.
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It didn’t take long before she eased herself off of the sink, and lead his body to the ground. At first, she let herself rub against him, getting lost in the ecstasy of the moment, but he pushed inside her quickly, giving up on the anticipation of the moment.
Together they moved to the rhythm of their bodies, taking it slow at first, but then proceeding with a passionate hunger that built up over many years of waiting. She rode him fast and then let up quickly, removing herself from his partner to draw out the time, and every time she allowed him to re-enter her, the look in his eyes was indescribable. It was as if they lit up in disbelief, and she tried to memorize this moment, and burn it into her mind, as she racked her nails across his chest.
She pulled him up close to her when she felt the pressure building up, so she could stare into his eyes when she gave into him. Her back arched as she gave into her animalistic instincts, and dove into him with a wild urgency, that surprised even her.
She screamed as she felt her walls break open, letting her wash over him with a substantial wetness, that managed to dampen his inner thighs. She rocked back and forth as sweat dripped down in between her breasts, moistening her cleavage and she came with a force stronger than anything she had ever had with Jonathan.
Right as she finished, she felt his calves tighten underneath her. He threw her down on the floor, and drilled into her, leaving behind the soft, sensuality that he had began with, replacing it with a potent need to fuck. He lifted her back into the air with the support of his left hand, letting her head fall back so he could watch her hair fall softly to the floor. Holding her tightly, he came while watching her at her most vulnerable moment, relinquishing in the fact that the moment was finally happening.
When they finally collapsed onto each other’s worn out bodies, Liv couldn’t help but feel whole for the first time in what seemed like a very long time. She let her hands caress his and intertwined her fingers with his, as he pulled her closer.
Originally published February 2011