fulfillment [MF]

*Written as a fantasy, since I’m currently separated from him by 6501 miles.*

I’m thinking about your head buried between my thighs, hands gripping my thighs. I’m thinking about the way your tongue might circle my clit, or tongue sweeping broad strokes up my slit. I wonder what you’d do, how’d you react to way I’d taste.

I know the way I’d sigh, moan – your name echoing from my lips in breathy whispers. One hand gripping the back of your head, the other clutching, fisting into the sheets as my hips buck into your face.

I want you, badly. How much longer can I take your teasing? We both know what we want: each other. There’s a deep seated hunger, something more intense than simple lust for the other person. This is a neediness that transcends anything I’ve ever felt before.

I need you. I need you to take me, fuck me. Harder, faster – something more than I’ve ever felt before. I like challenges and I think, finally – I’ve met my match.

You’d hear my voice, broken – the words almost forcing their way out of my throat. Almost mindless begging as my hips grind into you. I have no control, no composure. Nothing. In this moment, all I can do is go on instinct – pure feeling, nothing else. I beg you to fuck me, I need it, want it, have to have you. I need to feel you fill me, James.

I’d wriggle away from you, moving towards you on hands and knees. Insistent, grabbing at you, trying to feel as much skin as possible. You’d feel me kissing you, pressing my lips to yours in a violent, searing kiss. My hands are gripping your face, pushing you down to straddle your hips. I’m grinding down into you, teeth nipping at your bottom lip, pushing my tongue into your mouth, and you’d be feeling every sigh escape mine.

And because I’m still a tease in every sense of the world, I grind down on you as slowly as possible, hips moving in agonising circles. My mouth is pressed to your neck, pressing kisses and bites to the skin. My hands are running along your shoulders, nails lightly grazing your shoulder blades. I’m going to wait until one of us can’t take it anymore.

I move myself lower, teasing myself with the tip of your cock, breathing getting heavier. I need this, you need this – which one of us is going to crack first?

That’s always been our game – trying to see who loses our carefully maintained composure first. Each person knowing exactly what turns the other person on. You’re going to look me dead in the eye, a half-smile gracing your lips. I know what I want. You know it – you ask me to fuck myself on your cock, and because I’m an obedient little slut, I’m going to agree.

I can’t decide how I’m going to do this, almost testing – I sink down, inch by inch, on your cock; eyes squeezed shut with every inch that fills me. My hands are gripping your arms, nails sure to leave crescent moon marks on your skin. Once I’m filled, my eyes flutter open and I look at you, hips jerking forward. I bite my lip, look up at you, before tugging on your arms to pull you up. You sit up and I wrap my legs around you, bucking back and forth, slow and steady.

I’m going too slow for you, and you make that very clear to me. Your hands move to my hips, gripping them tight. You start moving me, faster and faster, and all I can do is feel the friction and how it makes my eyes roll back. You move off the bed, standing up. I’m holding on to you, arms wrapped around your neck and thighs clamped around your hips. You walk over to the wall, push me roughly against it. I look at you, and just like me – you’re consumed with lust and want.

Your hands move, holding me to support me – my legs have gone limp, unable to withstand how hard you’re fucking me. Your name repeats like a litany from my lips, mumbling nonsensical, disjointed phrases about how good it feels. You decide to move once again, and I am unable to do anything but be carried.

You throw me onto the bed, nudge me into lying flat on my stomach, face buried into the sheets as I attempt to catch my breath. In one hard thrust, you’re inside me again and I forget how to breathe, mind going blank as I’m filled. You move faster, harder and I’m starting to see stars, you lean forward and tell me what you want. I buck backwards against you; needing, wanting release, desperately begging you to help me, to fuck me until I come. You tell me to come like the good little slut that I am, and those words instantly make me come, hitting me at full force. My body jerks, twitches – I am moaning helplessly into the sheets, trying desperately to muffle myself. I buck against you, hands scrabbling for purchase against the bed, cunt tightening around you.

You ask me where I want you to come, and I can’t think – everything is overwhelming sensation, body overstimulated and mind unable to function. I tell you anywhere, wherever you want – all over me, fill me up, anything. You ask me again, and in my senseless bucking, I tell you to fill me up. I feel you thrust, hard, and your body goes limp, pushing me further into the bed. My eyes are squeezed shut, body bucking back without thinking.

You roll off me, one arm pulling me towards you – I curl up against you, one arm thrown over your chest, still feeling come dripping down my thighs. Your hands are running through my hair, stroking my back and I breathe a sigh of contentment, body and mind both sated.

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