Getting [f]ucked by my boyfriend

I am sitting cross-legged on my bed, wearing a t-shirt and underwear. I am leaning back,

and I can feel the friction of my breasts against my t-shirt as the wetness between my

legs soaks into the material of my underwear. I am watching you undress. You pull your

shirt over your head, and I take in the sight of you in just boxers. Your torso, strong and

lean, the trail of hair going down your stomach my eyes follow that disappears into the

waistband of your underwear. I can see your erection beneath the fabric, and I feel the

tingling sensation between my legs intensify. Your legs – lean; muscular thighs, defined

calves.

Without breaking eye contact, you pull your underwear down over your knees, and you

take your cock in your hands, making me watch as you touch yourself. I can feel the

wetness between my folds. *Take off your clothes.*

I sit slowly up, and pull my t-shirt over my head, the cold air of the room meeting my

skin. I pull my underwear down over my legs, and feel the exhilaration at being so

exposed. You are still touching yourself, long slow strokes over your cock. Watching

your cock makes it nearly impossible for me not to grab your hips and pull you down on

top of me. *Good. Now touch yourself*. A shaky breath slips past my lips, and I lean back

into a pillow, my eyes on your cock, as I allow my fingers to slide between my legs. I am

so wet, the friction of my fingers rubbing my throbbing clit feels immediately good. I

watch your eyes slide from my face to my chest, to my hands between my legs.

You watch me play with myself, your hand sliding up and down your cock. The pleasure

begins to build between my legs, and I shut my eyes as a groan of pleasure escapes.

Then, you are on top of me, you push me down into the mattress, one hand on the

mattress, the other on my upper arm. I am craving your fingers on my clit, and I tilt my

hips towards you, asking. You make me wait.

Your fingers dance between my thighs, slide over my entrance, past either side of my

clit. Waves of anticipation shake through my muscles, until finally, your fingers slide in

circles over my clit, slow and wet. The warmth that starts between my legs spreads out

through my body. I tilt my pelvis into your hand. All I want is more of your fingers. I can

feel your cock getting harder against my thigh, can feel your fingers sliding over my skin,

your other hand still wet between my legs. You move your hips into me and I feel your

hardness against my leg. My mind is consumed by thoughts of your cock inside of me.

Suddenly, you push my other shoulder down and pull yourself on top of me. I am

throbbing for you. As you look down, taking your cock in one hand, finding the right

angle to enter me, I watch the muscles in your chest and shoulders work, flexing against

your bones. Then; the tip of your cock against my wetness; your fingers tightening

around my upper arm, the warmth of your stomach against mine; and you are pushing

into me, warm, solid, deep.

I feel my walls contracting around the length of you, the throbbing that I cannot control

taking over. You start moving your hips, dipping in and out of me rhythmically. Your

face is against mine, beard soft against my cheek, your breath hot in my hear. You moan,

and it sends shivers up and down my body, concentrating on the tension building

between my legs. You keep moving; hips rolling forward, pulling yourself in and out of

me. Every motion sends energy shooting through all my particles; I feel you pushing

deep, then pulling out, brushing past my vulva, teasing me. I arch my back into your

chest, my hands on your shoulders pulling you closer. Your voice growling softly in my ear

now, breath brushing past my skin as you tell me, *that’s good. Good girl*. The pulsing

warmth between my legs intensifies, and I feel a rush of warm running down my thighs.

All I can think about is cumming on your cock as you fuck me, slow and gentle.

Suddenly, you push away from me, leaving your hips pressed against mine, but pushing

your body up so that your hands are on the mattress on either side of my rib cage. You

fuck me hard and fast, your eyes watching mine as I shudder with pleasure at the new

angle. Your cock hits the soft spot inside of me, and I am aching for you. I keep my eyes

open now, watching the muscles in your arms and chest contract, watching your hips

move, stealing glances down to watch your cock enter me.

Your eyes are still on me, and I watching your face as waves of pleasure roll over your

body, too. Your lips, open, moaning slightly, as you fuck me. I lean into the motion as

the feeling of your pelvis rubbing against my clit combines with the feeling of being full

of you.

I watch as your orgasm hits you. Your eyes close, you come back down on top of me, and

I can feel you pulsing inside of me. The way your body shudders into mine, your eyes

squeezing closed, lips open, teeth squeezed shut as the waves of pleasure pulse through

your body makes me shake. My hands rake your back, and I lean into the feeling of your

cock cumming inside of me. Every pulse and shudder sends an ache of pleasure

radiating out from my clit into my stomach.

Then, you are pulling out of me, leaving me hot and aching, pushing me back down onto

the bed, your fingers tracing my vulva, dancing around my clit. You know exactly where

I want you to touch me, but you won’t give it to me. You ignore my whimpers, sliding

your fingers slowly in and out of me; I feel the hot of your cum sliding down between my

legs. You are brushing your fingers over my clit, wet and silky from your cum. I moan

and twitch into your fingers, my face turned into your chest. Your other hand moves

from one of my breasts to the other, rolling my nipples between your fingers, sliding

down over the softness of my stomach, and back up to my neck. You breathe into my

skin; *that’s a good girl*. *I’m going to make you cum so hard.* Goosebumps ripple across

my skin, and I know you can see the effect your words have on me, as your hand follows

the goosebumps down my chest, then back up again.

Your fingers, wet between my legs, quicken their motion. A crescendo of pleasure that

begins in my clit starts to build and weave its way through my stomach, my chest. You

rub, faster now, but still impossibly gently, staying consistent no matter how much my

body twitches and jerks. I am moaning into your chest, my heart is pounding in my

chest, and all I can think about is the coming release of tension, my desire to come into

your hand, you hold me down. You tug at my nipples, and lean in to kiss me, your

lips soft and firm on mine, your tongue dancing across the surface of my tongue. My clit

is throbbing, and you are alternating between light circles on my clit and plunging your

fingers deep into me. Then, after a few more slow passes around my clit, hands warm on

the inside of my thighs, you let me have it, fingers pulsing over my clit.

You lean into my ear; *that’s right baby. Cum for me. Cum all over my hand.* Suddenly,

the warmth in my between my legs explodes, and I am cumming, my hips bucking into

your hand, my fingers squeezing your shoulders as waves of hot, aching, pleasure surge

through me. I am moaning, gasping, and you keep your fingers sliding warm over my

clit. When the orgasm subsides, you slide your fingers over my vulva one more time, a

low groan of satisfaction slips through your lips. *Good girl*.

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