“The goal of getting yourself laid does not start with you touching my stomach, I feel like you should know this by now,” I joked and playfully pushed his head away from me. He climbed up next to me, his elbows on either side of my head. Those dark brown eyes stared down at me. He knew what he was doing, he knew I enjoyed the intimidation.
“How long will I have to keep doing things like this until you start loving yourself?” He gripped my stomach again and dipped his head down, giving the most gentle, butterfly-like kiss on my collar bone. “Put that down,” he whispered, tossing my phone from my hands. He gripped both of my small hands with one of his and set them above my head.
“It’s a tedious process,” I breathe almost inaudibly, trying to catch his lips with mine. His nose ran across my chest; the stubble on his chin is tickling it. His teasing makes the warmth between my legs impatient as he brings his body over mine and caresses my cheek. A tiny whimper escaped my lips with the pressure, “It… It takes time…”
He breathes out a deep chuckle and sets his hand on the top of his shirt that he made me wear after I had gotten home from work. He played with the top of it, slightly tugging at the top button. “This is blocking my view,” he whispers.
*Pop, pop, pop.*
The buttons on my shirt were rhythmically popped apart one by one. I watched him with lust. The way he looked at my skin, the ways he touched it. I bit my lip to stifle a moan when he had my shirt fully undone.
“Don’t suppress those, I need them to tell me I’m doing things right,” his lips met my breasts and he showered them with soft, wet kisses. I listened to him, I let myself moan for him. He knew how vocal I could get, he knew my breasts were my sensitive point. He was taking advantage of my roommate not being home, and that’s when I knew I was in trouble. While his teeth began teasing my hard nipples while he positioned his hard cock between my legs and against my inner thigh. It pressed up against my pussy as he thrusts. The only thing stopping him from entering me was our underwear, and if my hands were free I’d be taking them off.
“Fuck…” I mumble and grind up against him, meeting his thrusts against me. I felt my wet pussy soak through my underwear, it made thrusts feel a hundred times better. He growls, sits up, and gently slaps the breast he had been sucking on. The thrusts get faster, I get a little louder.
“God your pussy, it’s soaking baby,” his eyes fuck my body as he reaches for the small rope he kept on his nightstand. After tying my hands together he moves them behind my back. He undresses himself, then me. The air hitting my pussy sends a wave of pleasure through me and I feel goosebumps growing.
He traced them lightly with his fingers; down my outer thighs, up towards my inner thighs. With both hands he teased me, running them up and down my thighs until he spread my legs wide and his thumb brushed my clit. I felt a sense of relief wash over me, and then embarrassment. In all the times we’ve been together, I had never been this exposed to him before. My legs subconsciously tensed up and he must’ve seen the slight discomfort on my face because he leaned over me and caressed my face, “What’re you feeling right now?”
“A little embarrassed and shy,” I whispered. His big blue eyes searched mine with genuine concern, they were so soft and comforting that they nearly wiped away the discomfort I was feeling.
“What’re you feeling embarrassed about?” He questioned, then kissed my nose. I felt my cheeks flush, it made me giggle. My giggle made him giggle. He definitely knew how to distract me.
“My body, and feeling so exposed. You’re new to me, and I’m trying to love you while I try to love myself.”
I don’t know what it was about him that made me feel so comfortable with being open to telling him the truth. Granted, every relationship thrives off of the ability to be truthful and communicative. He’s just the first person that has made me want to feel truly open like that, and I didn’t want my imperfections and flaws to ruin what we had going.
He must’ve been reading my mind.
He sat up again and pressed his cock against my pussy, “Do you feel this? I am rock fucking hard for you.” He thrusts against me, “Do you feel me throbbing for you? Because I am. I’m throbbing for this beautiful woman that I’m staring at.” He grabbed my breasts and kneaded them, “I’m hard for these gorgeous big tits.” He grabbed the love handles above my hips, “I’m hard for these sexy fucking hips, that I do hope you’ll let me use them to breed you one day.”
Butterflies erupted from my stomach when he said that.
“And these thighs…” He trailed off and lifted my legs in the air. He pressed them together and put them both over one of his shoulders. His thick cock went between my upper thighs as he stared down at me, and he began to fuck between them. I watched the head of his cock come up from between them and back out, I felt his balls against my wet pussy every time he thrust.
“Oh god, please just fuck me,” I gasped and moaned out. He proved his point, my discomfort had completely vanished.
“I’m not done yet,” he chuckled and flipped me over where I was flat on my stomach. He straddled me and let his cock lay over my ass. “And this ass. This ass oh my god.” He spread my cheeks slowly; I felt a drop of his spit land directly on my asshole, followed by his cock resting between my cheeks. He squished them back together and began rubbing himself between my cheeks. I felt the head of his cock prod at my asshole. If my pussy could scream at the amount of teasing, it’d be constant.
“Now that I’ve shown you how much I want you, what did you want from me again?” I could hear the playfulness in his voice. He just kept adding more and more to the longing in my pussy.
“I want you to fuck me, please. Please for the love of god, fuck. Me.” His hands reached under my hips and propped my ass up. My back arched on instinct and fireworks exploded in my head as the tip of his cock pressed against my pussy, “Yes, yes yes, please!”
He has such a big cock, but he slid in so easily. I was soaking. He moved slowly into me, too slow. I arched as much as I could and backed myself up against him, quickly taking his entire length. Both of us moaned out in pure pleasure. We kept moving like that, me meeting him halfway. His hand weaved through my hair and he grabbed a fistful of it, the other rested on my ass and he let his thumb wander and hold pressure right against my asshole.
Then he fucking pounded me.
I couldn’t think, I couldn’t move. My head was held tight against the bed, my hands behind my back. His thumb found its way into my untouched ass and the stimulation of that mixed with his rough fucking left me in a puddle. All I could do was take it, moan, and yell into the bed sheets. He sounded almost animalistic; his moans were mixed with growls and incoherent mumbling that turned me on even more than I ever thought I could possibly be turned on.
We had made love before under the covers. Tender and soft and always in the dark, always comfy. But this was different. Lights on, being rough, growling and moving like this was the last time he’d ever be with a woman. We’d never been like this before. This… This wasn’t love-making.
It was fucking.
He suddenly flipped me over, it was quick; unexpected. My legs were wrapped around his body and he was deep in me again, his face so close to mine. I always had a habit of keeping my eyes closed while having sex, so that’s what I did. Until he roughly grabbed my hair again and lightly slapped my cheek, “Open. Keep them open and look at me while I fuck you.” My eyes flew open. As soon as my eyes met his, I felt a connection to him deeper than I’ve ever felt before. A moment of clarity washed over me as he pounded into me, was it love?
Then another feeling washed over me, this was different though. It grew deep in the pit of my stomach and I felt the pressure slowly expand outwards. I was confused for a second, and then it hit me, “I-I’m going to cum, oh god,” I tensed up.
“Cum,” he growled out deeply, deeper than I had ever heard him speak, “Cum on my fucking cock, I want to feel you cum on it.”
And that sent me over the edge.
A wave of pure, absolute euphoria washed over me. It was ice cold and warm at the same time. Tingly. I felt it spread outwards from my pussy throughout my entire body. I moaned so, so fucking loud.
He sat up and lightened up his thrusts, toying with my clit. He was doing everything in his power to help me ride it out as long as my body would let me. And it was pure. Fucking. Bliss.
When I finally came down from it, the sensitivity was out of this world. I was giggly and squirmy, begging him to stop touching my clit. But he didn’t listen, just kept on with his slow thrusts and his circling thumb. The sensitivity got worse, I didn’t think it could. I was a laughing, moaning, squirmy little puddle; and he took so much pride in my overstimulation.
And then he stopped. He pulled out of me and his thumb left my swollen clit alone. I could finally breathe. But it didn’t last long; he wordlessly stood up and pulled me down to my knees on the floor. He sat on the edge of the bed and beckoned for me to open my mouth.
I did as I was told and took him in my mouth, bobbing my head as soon as he hit my tongue. It didn’t take long for him to take charge again though. He stood up and grabbed the back of my head, “Look at me,” he whispered. I moved my eyes upwards and looked directly into his.
Then he fucked my mouth.
He showed no mercy. I gagged, tears ran down my face and I moaned while keeping eye contact with him. I watched him mouth the words *Good girl… Good girl…*
I watched as his face went stoic, the veins on the side of his neck got more noticeable as he thrust fully into my mouth. I felt his thick cum dribble down the back of my throat as I struggled against his hold. He was in pure ecstasy too, just like I had been. And I was so happy to see him like this.
When he pulled out of my mouth, a mix of his cum and my saliva spilled down the front of me and over my breasts. He grabbed the sheet and sat on the carpet next to me. He was gentle in wiping me up, he united the rope around my wrists and then pulled me back up onto the bed. He was silent, no talking. I was in too much pleasure to talk. It was an unspoken understanding between us, no one had to talk.
He wrapped me up in his arms and cradled my head while we both caught our breath.
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