[M] [NB] I looked down and he was fisting me!

We were spooning, late at night, and I was pretty drowsy. My boyfriend had his hand resting on my ass, his face beside my ear so I could hear his breathing. As I laid there dozing off his hand crept between my legs, tipping me onto my back by my pelvis.

I have a free-use kink and late at night often ends up when we play. I absolutely love to be used so as he moved to go down on me I got dripping wet pretty damn fast. I’m one of those people who can cum over, and over, and over again sometimes for hours, and he absolutely uses this to his advantage. He gives good head, sucking, licking, switching up the speeds – I definitely lost count during this session but I was squirming after five or six orgasms. He kept one hand against my pelvis to hold me down, but as I writhed away from his tongue two of the fingers on his other hand slammed into me. He moved to watch me with a lazy smile – my eyes fluttered open to watch him before closing again in ecstasy. Every few moments he took just a few seconds to suck on my dick again, tipping me instantly over the edge into another orgasm each time. Soon I was cumming from his fingers too.

Probably 45 minutes in and I had had my eyes closed for most of the session, enjoying the rolling orgasms and how he pinned me back down every time I writhed away again. My moans weren’t quiet anymore, they were low and gutteral and loud – I’m sure anyone walking past the house could hear. My voice was wavering through each moan as his fingers pumped into me and my body shook. I was grabbing the flesh on my belly and the sheet on the bed with each orgasm. I just felt so full, my favourite feeling. And then he asked if he could take a photo. I opened my eyes. There was a sly smile on his face. As I panted I glanced between my thighs at his hand nearly entirely submerged inside me – he was fisting me, and at the sight of his hand so far inside me I came again with the loudest “ohhhhh”. Jesus Christ it looked good, I felt like a absolute puddle. I somehow managed to nod, grunt, something a yes to the photo in the middle of yet another orgasm, eyes closed and an ongoing low moan punctuated by the sound of his fist slamming into me.

We didn’t last much longer than that, and he had to move my exhausted, used, naked body back into bed for me because I was absolutely spent. I dozed off pretty quickly, but he wasn’t done. He still had to get his.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ldq7x4/m_nb_i_looked_down_and_he_was_fisting_me