Rob, what a man. It is well-established and well-documented that the sex is excellent- and he continues to impress me in other aspects! He makes me feel desired, valued, and seen. He sweeps me off my feet with gestures like bringing me chocolate truffles at work after a stressful inspection. He asked to have a picture of us together (which I look at ALL the time now). He texts me about how glad he is that we met and sends me other cute things that make my heart flutter. If I were reading this on reddit, I’d be convinced that the author of this post is full of nonsense, and selling fictional garbage. I promise, I’m not. He is real, and I am so lucky.
We had a fantastic long autumn weekend together. He came over Saturday, we walked to the park and read on a blanket, walked home, and made homemade pumpkin ravioli in a brown butter pecan sauce. He’d never made pasta before, so he watched me make one tray of ravioli then said, “Okay, my turn?” Umm… definitely! And it was so attractive that he held down the pasta fort so I could get water on to cook them, cook some veggies, and make the sauce. I’d forgotten what it was like to have a partner that makes my life easier, and it is so good!
He helped me clean the table before we ate- from all the flour and bits of pumpkin filling from folding pasta. After we finished eating, he helped load the dishwasher and hand-dry the large items. A clean house is a major aphrodisiac… When everything was tidied up he brought me in by the waist… I know where this is going, and I’m all about it.
He holds me close to him as we kiss. His kisses are amazing. The best. When he kisses me it is as if touching isn’t close enough, that there is still a gap to close. The passion is unrivaled. The labored breathing turns me on. He smells so good.
He nudges me towards the bedroom. I grab his hands and lead the way.
I love to strip the layers from his body. When he wears button-down shirts the anticipation gets me. With each button, I know I’m closer to touching his bare skin. The time with each button is time our bodies are not against each other, delaying gratification. When I can run my hands over his torso, I revel in it because I know that my dress is about to come up and over my head, so I have to feel up his pecs while I can!
Soon I’m standing in front of him in my bra and thong. He’s in his boxers. I love when we are still standing this way and he kisses and caresses me, and he turns me to slowly run his hands from my waist to hips while kissing my shoulder blades and grinding against me. That type of attention makes me feel sexy and spoiled. Which turns me on more and puts me in a giving mood…
I turn to face him, my thumbs under the waistband of his boxers. Giving him a sly smile, I start to crouch, and when I reach the level of his navel, I look up at him and pull down his boxers, look at that perfect dick, take it in my mouth, and look back up with my mouth full. He brushes the hair from my face and collects in a loose ponytail that he holds as my lips travel up and down over his shaft.
He is enjoying himself and I can tell he doesn’t want to get too carried away just yet. I know what he likes to make him cum, and I tease him this way. He groans and bites his lower lip. He lets me continue for a while. With just fingertips he is suggesting a rhythm. Ugh, his breathing is so hot. He stops me by cradling my head and guiding me upwards.
We kiss. He bites my lip and walks me backwards toward the bed. He unhooks my bra and I remove my panties before I scoot backwards on the duvet. He smiles at me. My goodness, he is so handsome.
He takes my nipple into his mouth, causing me to arch my back and clench my thighs together. Oh hell yes… He kisses down my stomach, wedges himself between my legs, gently bites the soft flesh of my inner thighs, and lets his tongue glide over clit. He starts with the standard slow long licks, transitioning to tongue flitting. Pleasurable but not going to make me cum. Then he introduces a finger. Then another finger. Oh. Mmm.
He is no stranger to eating pussy, and tonight his eagerness is unmatched. He takes it to the next level when he sucks at me, causing me to moan and grip the sheets, which encourages him. He pulls me closer and puts his whole face into it and moans back at me- the humming vibration adding to the pleasure in addition to how absolutely turned on I am with his enthusiasm.
He is hitting all the right spots. Fuck. I didn’t expect to cum this quickly. I’m at the plateau phase already. “Oh my God. Yes. YES.” At this point he is eating me out like he is starving. One hand is busy with fingers beckoning me to orgasm, the other hand is gripping my ass to keep a hold on me as my hips move involuntarily. (Mm. Yes, he holds me up with his well-muscled arm. So hot.)
My legs quiver and he moans again, he is turned on knowing I’m close. It is that moan that pushes me into climax. The vibrations paired with the knowledge that there is no other place he’d rather be than settled between my thighs. Fuck yes. “I’m going to cum!”
I ride the waves of orgasm with my hands gripping his arms. He continues to provide soft pressure with his tongue and fullness with his fingers until the waves subside. As I settle into the jelly-phase, I caress his face and tilt his chin up to have him join me further up the bed. We share a long, slow kiss and hold hands then settle into spooning. We use the snuggle time to let me regain some energy.
He strokes my arm and kisses my shoulder. I have my hand behind me, stroking him from hip to thigh. As I emerge from the post-orgasmic fog, the caresses take a turn for the sexual. I grind into him. He fondles my breast and rolls my nipple between his finger and thumb. I sigh in pleasure and push my hips against him.
His erection presses against my ass. I shift to open my knees and let him enter me. Holding me by the waist, he thrusts into me. We uncouple briefly and he pulls me up to my knees. I bend forward and he enters me again. He runs his hands over my back and covers me with his body, so I look over my shoulder at him, and he kisses me. He returns to kneeling and starts to really fuck me.
I look up. My full-length mirror is situated perfectly to show our bodies in the frame. I feel like I’m watching my own porno. I know Rob got a look at our reflection when he grunts and thrusts a little harder. “Spank me,” I pant at him. He delivers. I let out a small yelp in pleasure from the tingle. He growls and pushes deeper. “Spank me again.” My skin smarts, I bite my lip and moan.
I watch him in the mirror. He has picked up the pace. Now he spanks me when he wants to, and he teases me too, waiting to touch me then tracing his fingers over my skin sometimes, and spanking me sometimes. I love watching his face. His mouth is slightly open, breathing hard. His hands are gripping my hips. Oooh, he is going to cum soon.
Within a few seconds he groans through gritted teeth and bends forward, wrapping his arms around my waist and thrusting with the contractions of orgasm. Through the panting, he has a grin on his face. He gives me an affectionate little back rub and lets me get into position to not let cum drip all over the bed. And as I roll over, he’s already thrown a towel my way.
We snuggle in together. He clasps his hand around mine and leans over to kiss me. After our heart rates return to normal, his thumb strokes mine and he sighs with a smile, “That was the best day I’ve had in a long time.”
“What was your favorite part?”
“Hmmm… reading with you there was nice, it was fun to make pasta, and of course, sex was great.” Too hard form him to choose, I guess. Hahaha.
He and I continued to have an excellent weekend. We both had a day off from work on Monday, so we went on a hike and in search of some famous local pastries. (And had more sex.)
Now he is traveling again for work, but we have discussed that we are ready to plan for Christmas already. (Yes, we are THOSE people, and we have no shame or regrets!) We both love the holidays and everything that goes with it, and we each haven’t been able to celebrate to our hearts’ desire for several years, so this is the year to go big. He already has a list of what he wants to do and see! I love it! I’ll have to travel for work in December, so I think we are going to start our holiday preparations and celebrations early!
I’m picking him up at the airport when he gets back. I’m going to surprise him with Love Actually-esque signs and matching sweaters for us. I want to embarrass him just a little with my enthusiasm, but let him know I’m serious in supporting his all-out embrace of Christmas!
Rob, come home already! I miss you and we’ve got things (and each other) to do!
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jki0fo/sir_fm_my_31f_october_adventures_with_my_favorite
Sweet :)
Very hot