“Tell me that you’re gorgeous.”
As she lay on her side, one leg lifted to make it easy for me to see my cock driving into her pussy, her curves quaked as our bodies collided. Small ripples ran along the skin of her breasts as each impact drove her body to shake and filled her with more beauty. Her eyes, holding a hazel hue that heralded harmony to my whole held closed. That pale skin, dotted with freckles, contrasted with my own darker skin, the only mark of where her body ended and mine began.
Her eyes opened as she looked up at me, staring into my eyes after my order. Her body resonated with mine and her breath was broken with sounds of lust, sounds of passion, sounds that drove me to pull up on her strong leg and spread her pussy so I could fuck her deeper. As she turned her head to bite into my pillow, muffling the screams that rose from her chest, I demanded that she acknowledge what I’d known from the very instant I laid my eyes on her.
“Tell me that you’re gorgeous!”
Sounds of pleasure broke free from her luscious lips as she briefly opened her eyes once more to meet the ferocity of my gaze, the sheer desire which overwhelmed my senses. Meeting her eyes only made me pull harder, putting my hands on her lower back and on her belly, digging my fingers in and use it as a handle to bring us all the closer, to fill her more deeply than I ever had.
“I can’t,” she whispered as her eyes met mine and her body trembled, her mind resisting the command; resisting and straining against the concept that was as clear to me as the blue of the sky, the wetness of the ocean, the rapturous feeling of her body wrapped around mine, and the brilliance of her kisses.
“Tell me that you’re gorgeous!” I demanded again as her body squeezed me, throbbed around me, filled me with a pleasure which was beautiful in and of itself, even disregarding the sight before me. Not that disregarding such a sight was possible.
“I can’t say something I don’t believe,” she said, looking into my eyes and smiling. There was the tiniest bit of sadness mixed with that pleasure, a wish that she could say the words I demanded. The smallest hint of an apology for being incapable of fulfilling my demand. It was a smile that was filled with the honest bliss of the joy that our coming together brought, but also tinted with a hint of pain of wishing that she could believe those words, but couldn’t bring herself to.
I kissed her. I kissed those beautiful lips and sucked on that delicious tongue. I drove myself into that amazing feeling and that intense warmth and moaned into that welcoming mouth. I held down that feminine body and filled it with my strength and shook the world around us.
You can’t say those words to me because you don’t believe them? Alright. I’ll take some time and make you believe them. If what you’ve been told is that you aren’t astonishing and breathtaking, I’ll make sure to teach you the truth and blow away the lies.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/475c0b/tell_me_that_youre_gorgeous