[If you’re here for the sex, it starts at the XXXX :)]
“Babe that is totally unnecessary, don’t fuck it up” Taylor poked my back with the Allen wrench she was holding. We had spend weeks redecorating our new apartment, finally putting together a king sized bed as a finishing touch. The company sent little Allen wrenches to tighten the bolts but they were shitty aluminum garbage and barely worked so I broke out my fancy big kid tool box with a ratcheting screw driver and a million different types of screw bits for the project. Taylor poked me again as my screwdriver clicked the bolt into it’s proper tightness.
“Hey careful with that, it might break if you poke me too hard,” I chuckled as I moved to the next loose bolt, “They don’t make em how they used to!”
Taylor sighed, “I’m glad I have you then, handyman.”
“That’s handy-MA’AM to you, lady,” I drawled in my best Jersey accent.
“Oi, are ya gettin handsy with me chief?” Taylor said with her hands on her hips, mimicking a Brooklyn twang.
“Yeah ma n I’m abouts ta get mouthy with ya too!” I turned on my knees and grabbed her cute little butt. She laughed and ruffled my short hair. I kissed her on the hip bone, over the ratty Levi’s she was wearing before tightening the last bolt and giving the bedframe one last jiggle, as one does when they have finished building something.
She brought the sheets and duvet in, folding perfect hospital corners and tucking everything in expertly. It looked like one of those beds in a showroom. Her eye for detail and patterns helped bring my weird color scheme into perfection. She patted the pillows once more, satisfied with their fluffiness.
“Since we’re done in here I’ll make some coffee and we can finally celebrate moving into this new place!” She called from the hallway, already on her way to the kitchen. I swear, that girl lived on espresso and oat milk. With the bed finished the rest of our afternoon was free, so I followed her, because I too live on coffee.
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“So, how do you think we should celebrate? Chinese takeout? Doordash some cheap champagne?” I sat down at the table with my steaming mug. Taylor giggled, running her hand on my shoulder as she went to sit as well.
She looked at me coyly, “I seem to remember how much we both liked our celebration when we got the keys to the place, baby,” She bit her bottom lip and leaned forward. I remembered too: I ate her out, laid out on the kitchen bar counter, making her cum twice before we moved to the couch and fucked there until she came again. I felt my ears get hot at the memory of her gorgeous tits quivering as her orgasm washed over her in the dramatic kitchen lighting.
“Ah, maybe we ought to break in the new bed, see if I tightened all the screws right eh?” I winked. Her foot grazed upward along my shin under the table.
“Mmm I would call it more of a christening though,” she reached across the table to stroke my hand.
“Shall we commence the ceremonies then my dear?” I took her hand in mine and kissed her fingers softly, at the third knuckles then at the first. I stood up still holding her hand, and pulled her up and to me. She was about an inch and a half taller than me, my beautiful Amazon woman. She pulled me in for a soft, gentle kiss, arms around my shoulders and pressing her body to mine. My hands wandered along her curves and rested on her hips. She pulled away for a moment, smiling with a very naughty look on her eye before tilting my head back slightly and kissing me again, hungry and needy. Her tongue explored mine as we groped each other. She pulled at my collar, then my hair and my collar again, then trailed her hands down my chest and tugged firmly on my belt.
Panting from the intensity of the kiss and all witty remarks melted away, I whispered, “Let’s go to the bed,” allowing her to lead me there by the belt loops.
In the hall, my dominance returned and I pulled her hand so she turned and I pushed her against the wall, kissing her roughly as I did. She gasped in my mouth as my thigh slotted between her legs and I groped her perfect ass. In response she rolled her hips in search of friction against her clit. My kisses wandered along her jaw and I sucked her earlobe, knowing it gave her goosebumps and stoked the growing fire between her legs. My own pussy was getting wet at the thought of tasting her. Her short little gasps became ragged moans the more she ground down on me.
“I’m not gonna let you cum with all your clothes on sweetheart,” I growled in her ear, hitched her legs around my waist. All those hours in the gym allowed me to pick her up with ease and carry her to the bedroom, shouldering the door shut behind us.
I set her down and I stripped my shirt off and started yanking on my belt but she put a hand on my chest and sat me down on the bed. All she had on was a satiny lacet pale blue bra and matching panties.
“You little flirt, you know I love when you match your panties” I teased, stroking her breast with one hand.
“I figured you’d like your present wrapped all nice and neat to celebrate,” she said, swaying her hips slowly.
“You’re gonna sit right there for me okay?” She said in a sultry tone. It wasn’t a question. I sat up a little straighter. She began swaying to an imaginary beat and put her hands on my thighs, pushing them apart more. Her breath ghosted across my neck as she danced between my legs. She stepped back and thumbed a bra strap down her arm with her mouth in a little “o.” Then the other slid down her shoulder and she turned, bending over and shaking her ass at me. She gyrated in my lap, grinding her ass on my crotch. My hands found their way to her hips and I squeezed a cheek.
“Baby can you help me?” She asked, pouting her lip out. Of course I obliged, carefully unhooking her bra before she let it slide to the floor. She turned around, fondling her tits with an absolutely sinful look on her face. I reached up to palm one, pinching a perky nipple before running my palm down her soft warm belly and reaching a hand between her legs. Her panties were soaking wet and she moaned at the contact. She bent over and undid my belt, pulling it loose and throwing it to the side. I stood up, kicking off my pants and she lay down and scooting back on the bed before teasingly spreading her legs to welcome me.
“Come open your present and taste me, daddy,” she purred. My heart leaped and I practically dove on top of her, but not before swiftly removing her panties.
I kissed her navel, then her hip and licked down the inside of her thigh, making her shiver. Her pussy was glistening wet when I licked a stripe over her opening. Her fingers wound through my hair. Her moans became louder with each careful attention paid to her swollen clit, and I slid two fingers inside of her in search of her g-spot. She pushed my head down on her and I had to use an arm to pin her hips so she wouldn’t squirm away from me with her pleasured contortions. With a firm suck on her clit and a deft curl of my fingers, she was over the edge. She whined my name and her body shook and I leaned back to enjoy my handywork, a thumb circling over her sensitive clit as she rode out the orgasm.
“Fuck baby I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” I cooed, crawling up to kiss her, to let her taste herself in my mouth. Her legs wrapped around my waist so I rolled my hips into hers, my pubic bone bumping her clit through my briefs. I was so wet from eating her out and the friction was just blissful. We moved together like that for a while until I was panting and moaning in her ear, asking for more. She rolled us over and pulled my sports bra off, caressing my tits before pulling down my briefs, adding them to the pile of discarded clothing at the floor.
“Baby please, fuck me I need to cum,” I whined, every ounce of aloof butchness obscured by lust. Our roles weren’t ever fixed in stone in bed, which led to some very exciting experimenting. I enjoyed experiencing her Dom side sometimes, and she loved when I worshiped her body with my mouth. A win-win, I would say.
“Mmm does Daddy need me inside her? Are you gonna beg me to let you cum or should I fuck you until you can’t remember you name?” Taylor teased, reaching into the side table where we kept the strap on and an assortment of dildos. She selected an average sized but girthy one and I made an embarrassingly need noise. God I needed her inside me, I didn’t care which one she used. She adjusted the buckles and shifted the leather straps comfortably before rubbing the toy slowly along my wet slit.
“Wow, you’re this wet, all from me? I can’t wait to watch you cum around my fat cock,” Her voice was husky with pleasure and I wiggled impatiently.
“Come one baby fuck me please fuck me hard,” my voice was insistent, apparently enough to convince her to slide the dildo deep into my pussy. Her strap game was arguably better than my own and I reaped the benefits.The sounds I made were music to her ears, with each thrust I felt the delicious stretch. She kneaded my tits and ran her hands along my abs as I clutched the bedsheets, the heated pleasure building in my belly. My orgasm approached quickly, and her pace increased, each thrust hitting the sweet spot. She fucked me hard and deep, just the way I liked it.
I was about to cascade over the edge when she slowed again, drawing the silicone cock out almost all the way before plunging it back in with deliberate leisure. I bucked my hips, she was going to make me work for it. She took my hand and placed it on her breast for me to stroke and squeeze. I hadn’t realized how close she was to her own climax. She placed her own hand over my clit, rubbing little circles with her thumb, still thrusting gently in and out. I pushed myself up so I straddled her lap and ground my hips into hers, filling myself with the dildo. I came in waves, slow but bone-deep, and I heard her gasp too with her orgasm. I continued to grind on the dildo, trying to stretch the pleasure as long as I could. Taylor lay down on her back, and I rolled off of her and onto my back so she could peel the sweaty leather off. The last zings of my orgasm crackled in my nerves, both of us breathing heavily.
“Damn that was good, care for a round two when I catch my breath?” Taylor propped herself up on an elbow, gazing at me with her pretty brown eyes.
I chuckled and nodded, then grabbed her, pulling her close. She hitched a leg around my waist and snuggled into my side, running her fingers up and down my belly.
“I’m ready for as many rounds as you like baby, just say the word.”
I remembered our coffee, getting cold on the table, but I didn’t care. In a little while we might go christen some more furniture, surely we’d end up in there again. I was just thinking that the sound of Taylor moaning my name while I fucked her from behind with her tits on the kitchen counter seemed rather enticing.
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