Last night my partner [NB] discovered I [TM] have a thing for them in a skirt.

It’s been a couple months now of seeing my current partner, A. Neither of us is sure exactly what we’re doing at this point, but we’re both enjoying it immensely. There was some pretty immediate chemistry between us, but I don’t think either of us expected this.

On our first date we ended up making out on their couch with me sitting in their lap, grinding on them through their jeans while we kissed. It wasn’t until later that they told me that isn’t the norm for them. Funny thing is, it’s not the norm for me, either. It took about four or five incredibly hot fucks over three weeks or so before either of us brought it up, and then we both ended up laughing about it on their bathroom floor, until we remembered we’d been in the middle of showering together and got back to soaping each other up.

Last night was another night I ended up at their place. I hadn’t really expected to; it was a work night, and they’re a teacher, so they need to wake up early, but they remembered they had therapy in the middle of our date, so I dropped them off and then brought them home from the appointment. We grabbed food on the way home, they showed me the new skirt they’d bought (plaid, dark blue and burgundy, short enough that it just brushed their thighs) and I immediately started drooling. We ended up laying in bed trading lazy kisses until I bit their neck because the hickeys I left on Monday were already fading. When something feels good, their breath hitches and they jerk into the touch, and it never fails to send me from 0 to 100 in a split second. They arched up into my mouth with their nails digging into my back, I rolled over on top of them, and it was game. Fucking. Over.

They gasped and started rolling their cock up against the ridge of my hip bone, and my hips started twitching but I was determined to concentrate on them. Their body is fucking incredible; they’re an ex-rugby player (and of course I absolutely drooled when they told me this), so strong they can pick me up and throw me around like a rag doll with no problem, all muscle under a layer of curves and softness and soft golden hair that makes me want to *bite* them all over. So I did. I pinned them down and went to work, kissed and nipped all down their neck until they were squirming under me and bucking, whining and begging while I sucked on their tits and kissed down the trail of hair on their stomach. They were so hard it had to hurt against my hip, rolling up against me, begging for my cunt, and I was so wet I was leaving a smear on their leg through my pants, but *no way* was I giving in that easy. Their skirt kept riding up from the movement of their hips and when they’d move to touch themself, I’d yank it back down and bat their hand away before going back to work on their tits and neck.

Their voice gets higher and breathier the more desperate they are, and their gasps were echoing off the bedroom walls by the time they were begging me *please, C, please can I have your cunt, please baby please fuck me, please fuck me.* I kept them pinned even as their bucking was moving my entire body around, kept biting and sucking and running my tongue over their tits until they were grabbing my hair and holding me down on their chest, dripping all over their leg, and just as their noises peaked, I pulled away.

“Hands and knees,” I told them, and the shiver as they did as they were told made my cunt clench. Last week, for their birthday, they’d picked up a paddle from the sex shop – black, leather, patterned with cute little rainbows and daggers and stars. I’ve never really wanted to spank someone before, but I was drooling at the thought of the smacks and their breathy loud whines being heard in the apartments around us.

“Do you want my hand up your skirt?” I asked them, and they squeezed their eyes shut, nodding and whining and begging as I lightly ran the edge of the paddle over their gorgeous heart-shaped ass. I was so horny I was seeing red, grabbing and kneading at the softness where their inner thighs met their ass. And then their moan when I brought the paddle down–*goddamn*, what a sound. “You’ve been a bad girl,” I whispered in their ear, “so if you’re loud, it doesn’t count.” I pulled up their skirt to bite their ass and felt my cunt clench when their cock twitched and started dripping in my hand.

We went for 10 spankings, but they started moaning intentionally so I’d spank them more, so when they hit 7, I started hushing them and counting up by halves, watching their hips shake as they tried to stay still so they’d get to fuck me later. They couldn’t stop moaning–they respond so well to rewards, and it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. By this point I was throbbing, aching, so ready I was barely able to concentrate on spanking them, but there was no way I was letting them know that.

When we finished 9, I asked softly if they were ready to be fucked, and the only response was a breathy string of *yes-yes-yesses*. So when the paddle came down one more time and they let out the most pitiful whine, I flipped them over and yanked their skirt up over their hard pink cock and left them there painting and squirming while I ripped my own clothes off.I’d planned on teasing them, letting just the tip slip into me before sliding back off, over and over until they were begging me even harder, but I was so wet that the second they slipped in, they just kept going. And fuck, *fuck,* the noise I made–my eyes rolled back in my head and I pinned their hips to the bed, let them pull me down on them and felt them shuddering under me. I couldn’t stop making these low guttural grunting noises, like they were forcing them out of me just by twitching against my g-spot. Their thumbs were digging into my hip bones and their body was taut as a string under me, but I knew the minute I saw their smug face that I’d lost this battle.

“You like my cock?” they asked me, so sweetly, starting to rock up into me, and all I could do was gasp and nod. “You don’t even want to get off me so I can fuck you, do you,” they murmured, running hands down my back and over my chest and thighs, smiling as they kept me bottomed out on their twitching dick, watching me squirm with such satisfaction that I could feel myself blushing. “You just want to stay right here and be full of me,” they whispered, and I could only moan and rock back and forward, grinding my clit on their pelvis, twitching around them. I was dripping all over them–their hips were getting slick under me, and I couldn’t keep them in deep enough because every tiny move I made was so slippery.

We kept on like that for a while, me choking on my own breath and them watching with half-lidded eyes, rocking forward and back but never pulling off their cock until I managed to pinch their nipple hard enough that their eyes went dark and they threw me off them. When they sweetly ordered me onto my hands and knees at the edge of the bed, I was a quivering wreck.

The second their hands were on my hips I was a moaning dripping mess, so wet I could feel it smearing over my thighs. They put a hand at the base of my spine, flipped their skirt up, and pulled me down hard on them, bottomed out so hard it made my cunt flutter and then drove back in even harder, faster, until I was fisting the sheets and tight as a vice around them. I couldn’t stop making noise, whining and screaming and choking on my own breath because they were fucking me so hard it knocked the wind out of me, ramming into my g-spot on every thrust. I got more and more desperate as they got closer to coming–they get bigger and bigger the closer they get, and the twitching was killing me. I was so tight I could feel them pulsing when they came, and it sent me over the edge too, screaming and dripping, coming so hard they had to hold me down so my hips bucking wouldn’t jerk their cock out of me. I literally couldn’t move for a while after because I came so hard, and they wouldn’t stop laughing and kept tickling me so I’d twitch after they cleaned me up.

We ended up going to sleep soon after, curled up around each other, listening to a series of lectures on the black plague (weird, yeah, but apparently an interest we share). And this morning I got to kiss them before they headed out to work, and now I’m sitting at a coffee shop writing. Fuck, what a night. The image of that skirt flipped up over their hard cock is going to be burned into my mind forever.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/nlksij/last_night_my_partner_nb_discovered_i_tm_have_a