He was smoking out in the balcony while she came out and grabbed his ass. They talked about their schedule for the next morning; all she wanted him to do was stay. It was just minutes ago she had had that orgasm, she hated it that he walked out of bed. He was a creature of habit. She tried to breathe in his scent as much as she could, she knew he wouldn’t come back again. She knew she had someone to go to and so did he. Yet all she wanted was for him to stay.
Years later when she found herself in the same room as him, all she wanted was to breathe in again, as much of him as she could. She knew she couldn’t keep him. She just wanted him to know how dearly she wanted him. Disregarding the submissive nature she had always had, she grabbed him by his neck and asked him to kneel. He obeyed and she put her toes in his mouth. It suddenly struck him, he hadn’t forgotten how it felt, how her skin tasted. He sucked on her toe in worship and she arched her feet out of sheer pleasure. She was his religion, he was just too dumb to admit. His tongue rolling around her feet, she sensed a weird feeling of power over him. He’d never say how much he loved her. This was her way of making him confess. She could see the bulge in his pants. But his worship was just getting started.
Never before had she taken this long to start undressing. She wanted to take her own sweet time. She wanted him to stay. Taking his time with her arched feet he realized she had stopped feeling ticklish at all. He realized she isn’t gonna rush to the next bit; he realized she is the dom now. The dom pulls hair; she did it. Pulled him by his hair and made him sit on the bed, his back against the headboard. She loved holding the headboard while he pulled on her hair and entered her from behind; he loved her back. She did remember the bite marks he left her there. But tonight was not about him. She climbed upon him, clothes still on. Held the headboard and rubbed her belly against his face; lifted her blouse and said “This is where you wanted your name tattooed.”, pointing at her navel. The both of them were pushed into a stream down memory lane; what jolted him back was again the taste of her skin. “You taste different”, he’d always say. She ensured the tongue did everything but talking.
He was dying to see her breasts. He remembered then fondly, they were what made him cum he used to say. He remembered the foolish look on his face when he’d failed to unhook the bra with both his hands. He remembered how she had taken it off and put her bigger one in his mouth that very day. “You favor the bigger one, it must upset the smaller one”, her words echoed in his memory-filled mind. He spent time giving the pair the love she had wanted for so long. He bit her, nibbled on her, sucked till his mouth was dry. Little did she complain. She was content knowing he missed her as much as she did him.
It was now that she got real hungry. Got off him and asked him to undress. His clothes were off faster than she could say FUCK. And she said it, rather shouted it. Her jeans were off too. He shook his head in disbelief. He didn’t even notice her take off those skinny jeans. “Is she really the Goddess he thinks she is?”, he thought in his head. He hadn’t even gotten out of that thought when he felt like he couldn’t breathe. It was long-missed but familiar territory. She was sitting on his face with his dick in her hand. It seemed like all she wanted was to feel that she owns him. She stroked his dick hard, her nails bruising his foreskin the more she enjoyed it. She felt her tongue do all kinds of tricks down there. Her favorite one was the flat tongue pressing hard against her clit; It made her clit move just the way she liked it. She was squirting into his mouth and he was as eager as ever to swallow it all. He knew she hated it when it was too sloppy.
By her third orgasm, he was choking. She had never stroked him so hard. She hadn’t seen the dick she loved in years, she was going to ruin it. If not hers nobody else’s, she thought. She felt the dick pulsating, now she was angry. “FUCK, NO!”, she shouted, “not so soon you bastard”. He came in her hands, her fingers covered in his cum. He was almost out of breath, and yet calm. He was imagining her satisified face, knowing how much it meant to her- making him cum. The expression she actually had on her face, he couldn’t see, he didn’t know. By now he knew one thing, she wanted him to stay.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/p9jhla/please_stay
Very well written.
Nice! ❤️