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C (28M) always been a passionate lover. Sex has never been about the orgasm despite that being both our favorite part. He’s always made certain to take care of me (27F) first and I love the near-smug look of satisfaction when I climax. The absolute best is when he can predict my orgasm and climax right along with me. I won’t lie, I become weepy when that happens. In that moment, we are completely in sync, pulsing, throbbing, and giggling together.
Initiation is usually the same; he will approach me with bedroom eyes. I will blush and push him away, calling him a perv until he seduces me. It’s our thing. This time was different. I’ve been struggling with stress and anxiety lately, dealing with listlessness and a slew of emotions. I went on a rigorous bike ride with my roommate (W) and returned looking forward to a shower. I had asked C to help me in the shower earlier in the day; I broke my finger a few days ago and have difficulty doing certain things. As soon as I made it home, C led me to our bedroom, where things looked different in a way I couldn’t figure out. He stripped me slowly and carefully before stripping himself and leading us to the shower. If you have never had the experience of your lover washing and conditioning your hair, washing and massaging your aching body, and then fucking you a little bit as a tease, you haven’t lived.
We exit the shower and he dries the both of us, stopping frequently for passionate kisses and idle teasing. We head to the bedroom where he lifts the covers off the bed to reveal ropes, a blindfold, a sex wedge, and my bejeweled plug. My normal reaction to kinky sex is to blush furiously while engaging wholeheartedly. I position myself on the wedge and he blindfolds me and begins the work of binding my wrists and ankles. His movements are calculated and I love listening to him work as he binds me with the ropes he handmade just for this.
I did not anticipate what happened next. All of a sudden I felt a cold heavy weight inside and a hot wet tongue on my clit. Cue the wild thrashing about, thrashing from pleasure and anxiety. We don’t often perform oral for each other for varying reasons. That was literally the last thing I expected. He laughed into me because he knew I couldn’t help the vice grip my thighs had on his skull. He toyed with the plug he put in me. He licked and lapped and I didn’t need the blindfold because my eyes rolled back into my skull in pure ecstasy. He ate it like he hasn’t had groceries in months, like it was water after a trek through the Sahara, like it was the only thing keeping this world from imploding, like he could dig to china with his tongue and sheer willpower. I tried to tell him I was close and that he should fuck me so we could cum together but an orgasm ripped through me. In that moment, my legs locked around his head and I thrust wildly against him, dizzy from his tongue but desperate for more. I didn’t care if he couldn’t breathe. I wanted him to fuck me as hard and as fast as he could. He obliged- I only wish I could have watched his weeping cock slide into me. And there we here- him thrusting into me with every fiber of strength, me fighting against the restraints to take him deeper, harder, until he commands me to cum with him. I felt every drop of him pour into me as I reached orgasm and drew him in deeper. We stayed like that for a while, entwined, restrained, exhausted, satisfied.
I should really break my finger more often. And now I’ve got to come up with something just as lovely for him. He deserves it.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/53ugbi/what_a_pleasant_surprise_28m27f