“You,” he said.
I look at him in confusion, he has me. This he should know. My lover then slowly disentangles himself from me and lays back on the couch fully naked. For me it’s a rare sight normally a shirt or sleep trousers are still on, but now we have time. We.
I feel awkward, now I realize how fully clothed I am. I remove my clothes one piece at a time and slowly. I want him to look at me, to enjoy me. I am not a traditionally attractive woman outside of the presence of the usual female curves. However, his gaze and anticipation makes me feel beautiful and like I’m someone he wants.
Once I match him in nakedness he reaches for my hand which I give. My lover then lightly tuggs. I arch a brow in question.
“I want you to take me, please.”
Nervousness creeps into me, not because it’s not something I want. His apparent tiredness and him being slightly tipsy is what stirs the feeling in me. I feel like I’m taking advantage of him. The thought is silly in a way and I don’t know if he’d laugh now if I told him.
“Please,” he sweetly begs in his breathy voice. “Please I want you to use me to come.”
He adds my name. I know he wants me so I swallow nerves and playfully climb on top of him to cover my inner turmoil and not spoil the mood. However, I do take the opportunity to draw him into my mouth and suck on him. His immediate hardness, soft moans and bucking himself into my throat reassure me.
In all honesty I love the taste of him and even craved before this encounter and I could have stayed there sucking him. However, he begged for me to be on top and I want to oblige. The rest of me wants him. So I slowly lower myself on top of him for the first time. The angle suits my body especially when I slightly arch my back. I feel every inch of him and try to draw him deeper into me by bringing my calves under him and relaxing my knees. My wetness becomes obvious as I easily raise and lower myself testing my position.
He brings his hands to my hips but I take them in one hand. I want to see him. See him absorbed in what I’m doing to him, not distracted by what his hands are up. He tries to move his hips to encourage me to do something. Instead I stare at him, enjoying the pleading look. Such want, want for me. I’ve only seen this look once before in my life. It was back when he said he loved me for the first time.
A smile plays about my lips and I move. Slowly at first and agonizing slow for me hopefully for him as well. Though my body has different ideas. My hips move into a steady pace almost against my will. His body and this closeness is what I crave. There is warmth in my face. He’s wrestled a hand free and is teasing my clit. I’m also annoyed I don’t want his attention there but the warmth of his fingers quells that. The sensations relax me as I feel almost deeply in me the ridges and calluses on his fingers.
I start to feel it in my lower back and come up my spine. So close. Then the couch lets out the worst squeak imaginable and pulls me into self-consciousness. Damn this piece of shit to hell.
“Don’t stop, he mutters forcing me to look at him. “Please cum for me.”
‘Oh I fucking want to,’ I think annoyed with myself. I should have fucked him on the floor from the start. I get up and try to calm myself while trying to keep playful. Inside I just want to pick him up, set him on the floor and get back to it. I don’t trust myself to do that though. I lack the strength and I don’t know if he’d like me being that dominant.
“To the floor, it’ll be quieter and we won’t wake anyone.”
I tug his wrist and he complies almost dazed. Perhaps now he’s too tired. He must either have more stamina then he lets on or is hornier than I thought. Compliantly he gets up and lays down. This time he keeps his hands up letting me use them to guide myself down.
“Touch me more?” I ask wanting to be drawn back into the mood as I place his hands on my breasts. He does, but too gently. “Pinch them.” I almost command this and get nervous again.
He does though, and it helps. I badly want to lean down and nibble on his throat to kiss him and drown in his scent. However, I cannot not marks is the rule, at least on him.
I feel sad at this thought so I pull him up so I can kiss him and now sit in his lap. The feel of the strength in his body turns me on more though differently. I push him down and start to ride him again but my wants changed. After riding him for a bit I don’t feel the build up.
He seems to read my mind, “What would you like?”
I feel bad but I tell him, “You choking me as you fuck me hard, hard enough I’ll be sore later.”
“As you wish.”
In one surprisingly swift movement he flipped me on my back and has his hand at my throat. Deceptive, making me think him tired but was ready to strike in an instant. He begins fucking me hard, hard enough my back and hip pops almost orgasmic like in itself. I grow wet with the force of him entering and exiting me again. As my face grows cold he leans down and kisses my lips.
“Cum for me, please.”
I want it and soon begin having small ones at first then they build. It’s makes me dizzy cumming like this and I press his hands tighter to my throat. I want him to trust that he won’t hurt me. This only heightens the sensations especially around my clit as he occasionally grinds it. If only it were possible for him to touch and tease my clit too.
As he cums I nearly black out and cum too. My head is swimming but I feel so good as he collapses on top of me, thoroughly exhausted. I could fall asleep like this. We can’t be found this way though.
I hug him as I steady my breathing. My vision takes a bit to come back into focus. I can suddenly feel his hands on my face rubbing warmth back into them.
“I’m fine,” I whisper as my body curls into him. Clearly it wants to sleep with him here as the cold encroaches in. He kisses me again greedily like the start evening.
“We’ll have to do that again,” he says yawning and gathering his clothes.
“Please?”
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