Your grip, the one pinning my eager body between you and the sink, is just this side of painful. I revel in it, the knowledge that I’m trapped, helpless and at your mercy. Your fingers dig in as your length presses deeper, and arousal soaks my thighs as I feel myself clench. My entire body is tense, seeking more, more of everything. I force myself to open my eyes, to watch, knowing it will tip me over the precipice. I watch you in the mirror, watch you focus on where our bodies meet. Your gaze downward, as you withdraw, and then fill me over and over. It is one of the reasons I love when you fuck me against the bathroom counter, I get to see everything.
I whimper wordlessly, so close. I need to come, wanting to ask permission but barely able to speak.
Suddenly, your head tilts up, blue eyes ablaze with need and affection, and you meet my gaze, knowing I’m going to fly apart with your words.
“ Yes baby. Come for Daddy “ .
you tilt my hips just so and pound me relentlessly through my orgasm until I’m a pliant incoherent puddle. I come to, eventually ….and straighten up, arching my spine, pushing my ass into you and squeeze my muscles in time with your thrusts. Watching you yet again, you watch me, gaze sure as you use me, and then the alertness in your eyes starts to cloud over with pleasure. The second your mouth goes slack, dark lashes fanning over cheekbones, I feel you pulse inside me, filling me with come. It makes me clench again, knowing I took every drop, and I moan, my pussy gushing again as I shake.
Your come drips out of me as we collapse against the sink, one of your hands against the mirror, the other wrapped around my torso. We disentangle and I debate jumping back into the bath; then shrug, pulling my dress over my head. I like going out full of your come, it’s as good as a handprint on my ass. “ Mine” , it says… and I love it.
12-27-22
11:38
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Great writing!