We were sitting on the couch, cuddling while watching Big Mouth. He was sitting upright facing the TV, I was laying on my back against his side. His arm was around me, I was stroking his strong forearm and my other hand was intertwined with his fingers. As we watched the show and I started to decompress from work, I noticed a warmth between my legs. Just a tingling at first, but it became more insistent as time went on. My mind started to wander, thinking about all the things I wanted done to me. My skin flushed and my breathing deepened as I felt my arousal increase.
As if he had noticed my wandering thoughts my boyfriend began to move his free hand. Just rubbing small circles on my shoulder with his thumb at first. The pressure felt amazing and I felt myself relax even more. Melting against him letting out a soft moan. He shifted behind me and moved his hand lower, softly tracing my curves until I felt him brush my nipple. But instead of focusing on that he cupped my warm, soft tits, caressing just the edges with a firm but gentle touch.
I whimpered and squirmed under his touch. He didn’t seem to be fazed. He didn’t look at me once, just kept watching the TV with a stoic look. My skin felt extra sensitive. I was aware of my heartbeat beating faster. I tried to listen to his breathing to see if he was breathing any faster, but I couldn’t hear him over my soft panting.
Finally he grazed his fingers back over my nipple. They stiffened under his touch. I could feel lightning bolts of pleasure running down my torso to my pussy. Very lightly he just rubbed his thumb over my nipples, around and around in circles. And then he grabbed it between his fingers, rolling, pinching and squeezing. I felt my back arch up off the couch, my hips grinding circles in the air.
“Please,” I managed to groan out, breaking the silence. Usually he’d ask me what I wanted, make me beg for it, draw every request out of me. But today he just repositioned himself over my body, pushed the shirt of my pajamas up, and took my nipple into his mouth. Very gently he sucked, slowly flicking his tongue over my sensitive peak.
And then he switched to the other side, using his hand on the tit that wasn’t being pleased by his mouth. Slowly he edged me with my nipples, taking his time, not letting me finish. When he knows what he wants he can make me cum from nipple stimulation in 30 seconds, but that’s not what he wanted now.
He stopped, looked up at me, and said, “you’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t believe I get to do this. You have the most perfect tits.” While he whispered sweet little nothings into my ear I looked down and saw him stroking himself. Beads of precum were running down his shaft. He became slick with his wetness, I could hear how much he needed me. And it was fucking hot.
The throbbing between my legs was too much to bear. I couldn’t take much more of this. I knew I needed release. I gently pushed on his shoulder and he slid off the couch. He kneeled between my legs, looking up at me with his big brown puppy dog eyes. I needed to be worshipped.
Quickly he dipped his head between my legs and got to work. First he licked from the bottom of my cunt to the top, relishing in the way I tasted. I could feel his breathing hitch. He stopped for a minute to tell me, “god I love the way you taste.” I moaned in response and pushed his head back down onto me. I held him firmly in place by his hair and started grinding my pussy onto his face.
He could barely keep up. He flicked my clit a couple times before realizing that it was futile, and all I wanted was to cover his beard in my pussy juices. He resorted to sucking lightly on my clit, not an easy task as I moved. But he tried to hold me steady by my legs and kept himself latched on. I could feel myself nearing the edge, becoming more and more desperate with every hump.
And then I was falling over the edge, falling farther and farther until all I could feel was the hormones and adrenaline coursing through my body making my lose awareness of everything around me except how I felt. I groaned, loudly and deeply. I pulled him away from my body as my clit became sensitive and dragged him by his cock to the bedroom. I pushed him back onto the bed and climbed on top of him, squatted down, and guided his cock into me.
I gasp at the first penetration, always surprised by how full I feel. I grind my hips back and forth on him, relishing how fucking good it feels to be stretched open, filled up, utterly dicked down. I start bouncing, using my legs as leverage. He starts to thrust back and I sharply tell him no, that this is all for me. I push down on his chest, close my eyes, and ignore him completely: just focusing on my own pleasure. Using him as a tool.
The fullness feeling increases as my pussy gets tighter and I can feel myself needing to squirt. The urge builds up inside me until I can’t hold it back anymore. The angle of his cock hitting my g-spot over and over feels too good. Suddenly it all becomes too much and I feel myself squirting on his stomach. The puddle growing as he continues to fuck me, until it’s a strong gush coating him and the bed.
Finally I’m spent and I roll off of him. I get onto all fours and present my ass to him. I tell him, “do whatever you want to me, please.” He grabs my hips hard and begins to fuck me. No buildup, just straight into hard, rough pounding. And I’m loving it. My whimpers give way to moans which turn into screams. My hands hold the sheets tight, my knuckles turning white. I’m losing my mind as he loses control behind me. He grunts, “I’m going to cum baby” and I cum hard with him, my pussy milking every last drop out of him.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/yms5iy/how_i_wish_the_other_night_went_mf_slow_buildup
Sounds so great! I hope your next night goes like this!