Reverse Cowgirl

At last, the panties were off. She was shaved smooth. Her tiny lips were glistening and wide open for her swollen clit to poke out from its hood. She passed a condom without making eye contact. I slipped it on, my cock twitching at the touch. She squeezed plenty of lube directly on to her lips. Rather clinically, she checked the condom was on properly. I leaned up, held her and tried to lay her on the bed but she resisted. Not wanting to blow it, I let her push me on my back once more. She was intent on going on top. That didn’t at all surprise me, given how she had taken control. However, I didn’t quite expect her to straddle me and turn round in one movement to hover over my cock in the reverse cowgirl position. Holding my cock upright, she slid its tip between her lips before lifting herself completely off. That gave a perfect view of her firm butt cheeks and swollen, glistening lips.

Lowering herself, she took a little more of my length, raised, then lowered some more. She took my whole length in her own time. Gently pushing it deeper was met with her raising her hips to resist. She clearly wanted to be completely in control so I relaxed and lay still. She settled into a very slow rhythm, taking my full length and gliding up the shaft and back down again. Her right hand rubbed at her clit as it had done earlier. She ignored both comments I made as she maintained the ultraslow rhythm. It felt like we were disconnected despite being joined in the most intimate way. She was in her own world, using my cock for her obvious pleasure. My entire focus was on my cock. I felt her tight around me, sliding over my tip so slowly it would take an age to let go. I just lay back and closed my eyes to enjoy my first real shag in two years.

Slowly, slowly, slowly she kept the rhythm, her breathing the only clue she was reaching her goal. Heavy breaths gave way to an occasional moan. Each moan coincided with another squeeze down the full length of my shaft. I so wanted to push harder and quicken the pace but she would have resisted. I just had to go with it. And so, it continued, her grip on me ever so slowly tightening with each moan. Up and down, up and down, she was lost in her own world. And so, it continued. Anticipation transitioned to frustration. Resist. Relax. Flow with it.

The inevitable started. Her core went into spasms against my frustrated cock. Her head shot back to release a deep guttural grunt. She was totally still apart from the hand still working her clit. Spasms squeezed and released my cock. If she kept that going it would have pushed me over the edge as well. Grunts gave way to gentle moans as she went limp and the spasms subsided. Her head fell forward as her breathing eased. Leaning further forward she slid off my cock on to all fours without even looking round.

Following the cue, I was up on my knees and guided my cock back inside. Slowly, I slid it all the way. As I eased back and forward, she remained totally still. My pace increased and she passively took it as I wanted. My previous frustration passed. I quickened my pace again to reach the plateau which would soon give way to the cliff edge.

It did so quickly. My load released causing a momentary paralysis. As the spasms hit, I grabbed her hips and bucked my jerking cock deep inside as fast and as hard as I could. After such a long, teasing, build-up the spasms seemed to go on forever. I felt three distinct spurts being jettisoned as I used her tiny body to take every bit of pleasure I could. I was floating on the waves washing over me. Fuck – that was worth waiting for. Every tension, every frustration, every niggle and every worry floated away as I held my still hard cock inside her. With a firm grip on her slim hips we remained completely still. My thumping heart gave way to hyper-relaxation. I just wanted time to stand still. My first real shag in two years.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/rvvinr/reverse_cowgirl