I am all taken care of. The sun now is completely gone, the room is pitch dark, which just enhances my sense of smell. I have no idea how long I napped but it was long enough for me to feel well-rested. You showered me, cleaned me, changed me. You made me tea, I had a couple of chocolate chip cookies – I baked, by the way – and tucked me in. I know you are here, by my side. You showered too, I was probably out by then, but I can smell your clean skin. I hope I can soon enough stop worrying about the clock ticking and time being wasted.
I turn to you and moan, to let you know I’m up, although not completely ready to open my eyes. My body instinctively looks for yours and I move forward only to feel your arm laying around my waist. I hide my face in your neck and feel a sense of fulfillment, everything was in place. Just two more minutes and I’ll have to go to the bathroom, I need to check myself.
The bathroom light hurts my eyes. I remove my t-shirt to find two small bruises around my nipple. I like them, the skin is sensitive, and I realize I feel different inside my body. The woman leaving will not be the same, I’ll just resemble the one arriving earlier that day. I have yet to find out who she is, though. The bruises will last long, they will remind me of you.
It took more than a month and almost cost our entire experience together for you to let me see your face. I so far don’t understand why you were so afraid about it. Was it a privacy issue or where you scared I wasn’t going to adore you the same way I did before, if not more? My grown-up adventure, my sexy, sexy nerd. You are just the cutest. I wash my face and brush my teeth. I guess we should start to think about eating something soon. My cellphone scream shows 22:42. I had a homemade lasagna in the oven, yeah, that would do. I take the t-shirt from the floor and open the door to find the night lamps on, and you just on your jeans, serious look, a book on your hands, your glasses on.
I just drop my t back on the floor, I won’t be needing it anytime soon.
– Hi – I say, again, trying to look cute, even though it did not work well the last time.
– Hi, beautiful. Are you ok? Are you sure want to be here?
– I’m not going to talk about it anymore, baby.
– Ok, that is fine – you say, as you put the book down on the side table. Dom Casmurro, an excellent choice, by the way, a personal favorite.
Can you tell I’m breathing heavily? Just a sight for my sore eyes, you are so sexy. I just wish I could make you believe how handsome you are to me. I freeze by the bathroom door, just admiring you. Large shoulders and slim, I always knew you were much stronger than you look. You toned arms and light skin. These blue eyes behind those glasses. It is adorable how on edge you are, at the tiny sign of my body as I arch and sigh dreamily, you just unknowingly sit straight, lips dry. Leaned on the bathroom door, still, I stare at you and my hands naturally reach both my tits. I want you to watch me, check how confident you make me feel. I want you to feel the same, you are so beautiful. For a moment I wonder if you brought your Mario PJs, dear god, I hope you did, and I guess I let a giggle out, my nipples are hard between my fingers and I just squeeze it hard. I come back quickly to my body. I close my eyes and run one of my hands down my belly and to my mound. I don’t want to play in panties now, so I just remove them, fast, down my legs, leave them beside the t-shirt. I stand straight now and go back to staring at you, only to realize now you hold your bulge over your jeans. I run my hands a little bit around my body. I only need to have your attention to get unbelievably wet. I go from 0 to 100 under 10 seconds. I just want you. Is that so hard to believe by now? I’m burning, my pussy cries for attention, fuck, I think I should have a glass of water. I can’t move, you have me hypnotized. I open my legs a little to let my index slip into my folds, searching for my juice, oh fuck, I’m dripping, I need you so fucking much, baby.
It is just useless, my mind and up always coming back at you.
You tame me! Me, the feminist. I, who love myself and never needed anyone to make my decisions, give you all the control. I don’t do what I don’t want, never, and here I am, vulnerable, a fuck puppet at your disposal. I don’t even let men pay my drinks, never have, never will.
You, who never felt free enough to stand up and take the lead of your own life, you who grew up sheltered and comfortably let a simple life just form itself around you. You took me, you never asked, you just took, cause it is yours and there is nothing I can do about it. Make it worth it.
My nipples tighten between my fingers send shock waves around my chest. I slid my hand deeper down my legs and given how my body is responding to your mere existence, I decide it is time for me to enjoy you better now. I have no idea how to look sexy, but I guess you like it because I swear you look like you are about to explode and jump all over me again. Not now. No, I have to calm you down a little. I need to learn how to unleash you at the right time.
I walk somehow normal to the bed and just sit on its edge. I smile, melting over your eyes, it worked, you look calmer, and yet your hand starts to move up and down the length of your cock, hard, under your pants. I slowly start crawling towards you, all the way to your lips. I place my mouth over yours, softly, my passion is exploding under my skin, building up sensations I notice are leading me to a path of feeling I have never tasted. Your touch is intoxicating, you taste like life, your saliva is as fresh as dew in a warm autumn morning.
I get closer to you, standing on my knees. I stop to look back at you, deep into your eyes. They look calm but they are not, are they? Two burning blue giants. You are just controlling it. I kiss you calmly, trying not to take deep breathes, holding my small nods of pleasure. I try to remove your glasses delicately, gently placing them over your book on the nightstand. Your hands all over my tits already making me arch and moan. You don’t look interested in making it any easier for me, no you are not. Just a little bit, it is so hard to resist when I want to just lose my shit with you, fuck, soon I am borderline screaming. My fingers find my clit and your cock is released from the imprisonment of your pants. I can go down and finally, finally taste my delicious cock – the glorious precum glowing from its head, you, teasing me with it, rubbing your thumb around your tip, you know I’m thirsty. I’m painting now. I’ll give you the best blowjob of your life baby, let me have it, please! Fucking hell, how much I want to swallow it – I go for it, and before I can notice you jump over me, shit. I got distracted and lost control for one fraction of a second.
Suddenly I am facing down on the bed, my hands once again locked under one of your hands, my pussy contracting from anticipation to your sweety fucking. Your hand over my lower back, you lift my hips and put a small pillow under me.
Over my shoulder I can glance at you trying to catch my look, smut, you have me. I am yours. You let me relax and rest, you unburden me. I let you take the control of us, I let you be yourself, with me you are real. Your mouth makes its way between my legs and now you are licking my ass. The feeling is just like nothing I have ever felt before, indeed. I start to lose control of my legs, kicking as a reflection of my climax, approaching painfully slow, deliriously intense. Two fingers slide into my slit, fuck me, just fuck me already, I am about to burst.
Is it hard for you baby? God your cock must be about to explode, the groan you let go when reaching the pond inside my cunt is raw and brutal. It is just what I need, my orgasm comes, and you can sense it exploding. Just like a professional, you rapidly replace your tongue with two fingers and now I have both roles being finger fucked by you. I guess I’m screaming out loud now. Your tongue somehow already knew where my clit was. You suck it and flick it, all so fast, all so intense… I don’t even know where you are. I hold the sides of the bed, screaming profanities, begging you to fuck me. I cum so fucking hard for you, baby.
Oh, fuck…
– Cum for me baby, god, cum for me…. Take it all, it is all for you, take it. Fuck baby, you are so hot.
My body spasm and I get scared of how my muscles ricochet, all the electricity running inside my system. For the first time in my life, I squirt, and all over your face. You look surprised but pleased. My goodness, what the fuck was that? FUCK ME, what is happening?
My body is non-responsive, I may have blacked out for a few seconds. I am burning, the mess between my thighs is real and acid. My chest burns as if I had been riding you for the last hour or so. I just want to get my shit together so I can eat your cock… I NEED TO EAT YOUR COCK, I guess it is the only thing I can think of now.
– Baby, I need water – I mouth but you get it, your cock safe inside your pants again, although I can still see it, for sure is hard.
– Here it is, beautiful – iced fresh water.
– Thanks – I drink for my dear life – well, I guess we are not finished yet – I try to say looking sexy and end up giggling, once again, but now I may have sounded much less sexy and much more lost and helpful, still shaken by the intense new-found sensations – I guess it is time for me to get some fucking in my mouth.
As I try to move you lay me gently but firmly over a pillow mountain you quickly assembled out of nowhere.
– No, no, no, baby. You don’t move. No
– What? – I ask. The delight in your eyes is cute and annoying at the same time.
– It is not it, relax. It is just that I had my share for today.
– Yeah, what?
– I am hungry, I saw the lasagna. Mind if I heat it for us?
– Not at all, but we are not finished yet mister – come back here, I want to keep loving you – come back here.
– I don’t think you understand beautiful. Until you pass out or the sun comes up, we are going to take care, exclusively, of your needs, whichever comes first.
– But I want you too.
– You do have me, this is something I want to do.
You kiss me, ow, so softly. Take the empty bottle of water from in my hands back to the kitchen. You come back with a chocolate bar and a huge can of Red Bull. I can’t help but laugh. You are so smut and cute. Casually, you kiss my forehead, get the book, glasses, sit back. Open the chocolate, break a piece, and feed it to me.
– In 30 minutes we can have some lasagna, but not so much. I’d rather have you passing out in my mouth than waiting for the sun to rise anyway, so I will be back between your legs shortly my lady.
OH MY FUCKING GODDESS, am I dreaming?
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