That Night [Part1] (MF) (Choking) (BDSM) (Teasing)

“Come here,” my lover’s strong hand says with a gentle nudge. I oblige and lay head against his side on the couch as he drapes his on my belly. I love this, he asks and invites then I choose. As I lay he touches me every caress against my skin a question, “May I.” It reminds me why I love him even though we have long absences from each other’s embrace.

I greedily absorb this attention but want more, it’s selfish to want when he’s so giving but still I do. So I look at him in a way I hope that communicates my desire for him but isn’t too much to chase him off. The caresses stop being over the clothes and then his hands continue to ask as he gently rubs first my belly then lazily trails to my breasts. He cups one in his hand then bounces them almost like he’s appraising the weight. This makes laugh every time he does it, then he gets a mischievous look to his eye. “Will he tickle me, what are you up to?” I wonder. I want to clench to protect myself, but my body won’t respond it trusts. My body trusts no matter what he won’t hurt me, well not if I don’t ask for it.

He then leans awkwardly over and lifts my chin for a kiss. This I allow with a smile, I want this. I pull myself to him silently pleading him to touch me. He holds me in a gentle embrace as he kisses and listens as he pulls away. I want to pull his face to mine and give him a kiss that would drown out his thoughts of anything but how to get in my clothes and body. I wait because I trust and know I must be patient even in this state. We are not alone and there’s others with us.

I try to move away figuring this may just be another quick bit of affection and no more. However, he pulls me to himself. “Am I wanted?” I muse. I don’t say this aloud I don’t want to hurt him but because others won’t accept us we hide and I harden my heart to not hurt. He has different intentions tonight though it would seem. My breasts are squeezed with a gentleness that asks I stay. So I do, as I wonder when his hands got there. I sit in his lap trying to keep most of my weight on my legs.

 He kisses me again firmly this time with obvious desire. I smile into the kiss so he asks for my tongue which I give without thought. I get a wicked thought that he’s too clothed even though he’s already not wearing a shirt. Mine is tugged at so I pull it off. “You’re wearing too much,” he whispers. I agree, and take my pants off so I’m only wearing a thong. Then sit back in his lap, the jeans bite into my soft thighs. I like the sensation, the feel of the jeans and the firmness the sight of my body and closeness gave him. I can’t help but smirk, he sees me now. I slowly move hips back and forth, “Let’s give him something to think about.”

The groan lets me know, I succeeded. His hand goes to his zipper which I push away. I unzip him slowly, agony to myself as well as him I hope. I squeeze him with my thighs then with him under me so he can feel my warmth through my thin underwear. I want him to know what I want.

“What do you want?” he asks breathily with a smirk.

“You know,” I squeeze him with my thighs I wanted to sound commanding but my voice was pleading betraying me.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you,” I grind him. I meant it both physically and heartfelt, I hope he knows.

“You me where and how?” he smirks I know he’s asking so he can pleasure me how I want. But there’s also something else there.

I sign softly, “In me and now.” 

“That’s not an answer,” he then goes to touch my breasts but doesn’t his hand just hovering above them. I want to reach out for his hands and make them touch me. I don’t.

I sit and try to think do I really want him in charge? My heart and body says yes, when my hips move again without my conscience thought. I choose to let my thoughts go.

“I want you in my cunt.” I meant it honestly, I was hot and wet. I wanted it badly.

With a smile he takes his pants off boxers long gone apparently.

I smile as I’m pulled into his lap. He gently helps lower me onto himself. I want him to grab me harder a tightness in the grip that’d leave scratches or bruises. I know it’s not allowed but I still want it. I forget it quickly once I feel myself being penetrated. The tight feeling in my cunt as my softness gives way to firmness. It hurts everytime a little but I like it this way. The pain lets me know what’s happening but affirms the choosing and gives me pleasure. As I finish lowering myself I hear him suck in his breath. I shiver at the thought of his pleasure, but I wait what feels like minutes to let the heat and sensations to not feel so intense.

But I am mischievous and I tighten my muscles to squeeze him inside myself. He sucks in another breath and bucks his hips up making me groan this time.

He smirks, “Do as you like,” I’m commanded.

I feel stunned, “What do you mean?” 

“Do whatever you want to do,” he explains with the most teasing of smiles as he lays his arms on the back of the couch.

I almost want to smack him and just tell him to fuck me silly, but I know it’s a game. So I do as I’m told and let my body do as it wants. So I slowly lift and lower myself to tease and feel out my balance. I think it was more teasing to me which I hope is fine. I do want to please him as much as I want to be.

I start slowly but gain speed and confidence. Though my mind is distracted I wonder if the slight jumping of the couch will wake people. I tell him as much, but he pulls my face to him and kisses me. I get lost in it, but still worry. Then I cum, it’s only a first one but helps to push back the worry. 

When I open my eyes I see he’s looking at me, his mouth looks pleased with a smirk but his eyes are loving and soft.

I feel moved to keep going, which I do. “Choke me,” I plead. It’s something we’ve talked about and I’ve always wanted but haven’t tried. 

He looks and I’m afraid I’ll be turned down, this is why I feel uncomfortable asking for things I’m usual turned down by others for almost everything.

“Remember what we talked about and remember our word?”

I have hope, “Yes.”

He then strikes out with his hand for my throat. I feel the strength in his grip firm, steady, and it turns me on. I know I can trust him, without question.

He waits then asks if I’m okay. I nod. He then bucks his hips and I let air out of my nose. My whole body is warm, I feel indistinct defined only by his hand gripping my throat and where he’s gripping me inside.

He then moves his hips and I move mine with his. The sensation is overwhelming, the heat, dizziness as I’m losing air but have enough, and the feeling of him brushing my cervix it’s too much and I cum. I cum so hard I have a tear or two run down my face. He pauses and wipes them with his thumb.

“Keep going, harder,” I breath out as he loosens his grip.

I figure he’d let go even though that is what I want. To my surprise he obliges me, trusting me. I’m happy enough I could cry but his grip is stronger and so is the pleasure. I lose track of myself, him, and everything around me but I know I feel pleasure.

Then I feel something in myself an odd tight sensation in my abdomen with more heat and tightness in my clit that’s almost painful. I almost swear I hear him tells me it’s okay. I’m not sure, but I trust and let the feeling go and orgasm takes hold. The strongest one I’ve felt ever, I’m dazed and feel so very satisfied. Then as I come around I noticed him smirking at me confused I wonder what happened. Then I realized I squirted all over his lap to the point he’s dretched. 

I feel so embarrassed I wanted to run, but I didn’t want to get up and let him out in case I made a bigger mess. I honestly just want to die. He, however, just kept smirking. 

“I can’t believe I made you squirt and that much.”

Once I heard his tone I knew he wasn’t mad at me for the mess. 

“I hope it felt good for you too,” I replied nervously I was embarrassed about the mess and was so lost in my experience I didn’t look out for his.

He laughed, “I didn’t let myself cum yet.”

I was shocked. I’m a hot mess and he wants more? I was happy though.

“I’ll clean up,” take yourself downstairs, I’ll be there soon.

I grabbed my clothes excited for what’s next, I still worried about the mess but I trusted he had it handled.

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