Happy New Year [FM]

“I haven’t seen Ana for a minute.”
“I think she passed out. It’s 4.30a.”
I look at the clock in the kitchen and it is indeed over 4 hours into the new year.

The kitchen is still as we left it before we left to the party, piled with dinner plates in the sink. An open bottle of Milagro Silver and random shot glasses on every counter space.

I’m now drinking Tullamore on the rocks after a night of Ketel and tonics and champagne. The buzz is heavy but not overpowering. My body feels relaxed but not heavy. We are the last of the New Years revelers still awake.

“Ok. I think it’s time to get to bed,” I tell the last standers as I walk towards my bedroom. “There are some blankets and pillows for you in the closet.”

I walk into the room and look at myself in the mirror one last time. I‘m not as much of a wreck as I’d thought I’d be after a night of partying and dancing. My outfit of choice was comfortable and elegantly casual. A silk fuchsia top that draped loosely over my breasts. Black tight velvet jeans that people kept wanting to touch all night. I left my dark hair naturally straight, parted to the side and swept back, falling to almost my natural waist.

Mark pulls up behind me and closes the door. His hand slide over my top and slip in to find a breast. He’s an expert now and has recently become comfortable enough to do this whenever and wherever he sees fit. It seems all my late night outfits allow for it to happen.

“You looked great tonight.”

I fall back against his body and watch him in the mirror grope me. He’s a full foot taller than me and his body is wide and stocky. And even though he’s shaved bald and beardless, the brawniness of his body reminds me of a lumberjack.

He squeezes my nipple hard and I gasp quietly, thinking of the drunk friends still awake in the other room. His face is expressionless staring into the mirror. Mine is not. Mine is the face of a woman who has given control to the man behind her.

This is the first time Mark has been over since I moved, and I’m excited to have him back in my bed. I turn on a Bluetooth speaker on my night stand and look for something light and soothing to play through my iPhone while Mark takes off his red button down shirt and dark blue jeans. I settle on Billie Eilish and her voice echoes and melts into the walls of my bedroom.

I’ve been watching you
For some time
Can’t stop staring
At those oceans eyes

Mark slides to my side of the bed and starts to unbutton my pants and pulls me close. His eyes are in fact the color of the ocean. A light stormy blue that’s almost always hidden behind dark rimmed glasses. I step out of my pants and climb into bed. My head falls back into my down pillows and my body sinks into the mattress as Mark leans over to kiss me. His lips are soft pillows and his tongue is gentle on my mouth. His body presses into me and I sink deeper into my bed.

I adjust my legs and he immediately takes this as the cue to move his hand towards my pussy. I move a spread farther apart and his fingers slides between and pushes deep inside me. I hear myself squeal at the quickness of this move and then hear it change to a breathy moan as he curves his finger to stroke inside me. I cum almost instantaneously.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers in my ear without ever relenting.
He adjusts as my body moves, changing speed and alternating between probing me and rubbing my clit. He moves in between kissing me and wrapping his mouth around my nipples and biting down.
And although I no longer have any control, his actions are solely to pleasure me.

He moves down my body and his tongue touches lightly against my clit and I immediately lose my mind.

Why does oral feel so fucking good? What is it about a wet tongue flicking against my clit that makes me feel that shit across every inch of my body? My body turning into a melted butter. Into a body of moving water. Into a lightning stick in a thunderstorm? How do i go from feeling like I’m particles floating within the space around me to feeling like every atom in the universe has exploded in a pinpoint area between my legs? Have I stopped coming even once?

He moves back up and I kiss him deeply.
“I love how you taste when you cum”. I love how I taste on his mouth.

Mark lies on his back and I move my head to his very hard cock. My mouth bounces up and down, straining to keep my teeth from biting down and doing my best to get the whole of his shaft into my tiny mouth. His hands wander across my back, along my neck and then the back of my head where he wraps his hand in my hair. He pushes me up and down, controlling the speed while i move my tongue inside my mouth along his cock. He stops occasionally to push himself as deep as he can into my mouth before I gag. And the hardness of him only makes me want it inside me.

“Get on top of me.”

His body feels like a mountain underneath me. My legs straddled around his waist, i lean forward while riding him. My clit rubbing against his pelvic bone as his thick cock pumps inside me. I find the angle that hits just right and he and i both know it at the same time. I speed up and feel myself cum all over his cock. He pushes his body off the bed and buries himself deeply inside me while holding my hips and pushing me down.

We switch positions and I get on my knees and he gets behind me. He pushes my back down to the mattress while raising my ass into the air and again pushes himself inside me.

“Fuck me harder,” I beg and he does, pounding me relentlessly. I’ve given up trying to be quiet and hear myself repeating the same words over and over until I cum again.

He turns me over to my back and spreads me apart and once again buries his head between my legs, and once again I get lost in my mind.

How does he have the stamina to keep this up? Oh God, I don’t want him to stop. I want this to go on forever. Can we do this forever? I think I love him. Wait, do I love him? I definitely love this. I don’t want this to stop. Oh my God, I can’t stop coming.

He comes back up and slides his cock inside me. I smile and stare one last time into the blueness of his eyes as he leans into me rocking back and forth.

“I’m going to cum,” he says. And he starts to speed up. I feel his cock flexing inside me and knowing he’s about to cum gets my body completely reacting to him. His face is buried in my shoulder and my pussy tightens and convulses with every final pump, until the entire weight of his body spreads across me like a million blankets.

Mark moves and lays on his back beside me in the bed and I move his arm around me as I snuggle up against his body.

“Happy New Year,” I say whisper quietly as I wrap my hands around the mass of his chest. My mind wanders before drifting off to sleep, about parties and friends in the other room, about sex, about love, and about what the future holds.

The playlist on my iPhone has repeated itself and is back again on the first song…

I’m scared
I’ve never fallen from quite this high Falling into your ocean eyes
[Those ocean eyes](https://youtu.be/viimfQi_pUw)

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/acgatl/happy_new_year_fm