You are rock hard and straining against your boxers when I trace my fingers along your cock. I free it from your boxers and start to stroke your length, looking at you. You move between my legs, pushing me back against the pillows and I put my foot on your chest with a grin. Your fingers dance over the back of my calf, caressing the back of my knee causing me to squirm and giggle, dropping my leg. You lean in to kiss the top of my breasts and tease my pussy. I am still slick with my cum and your saliva and when you push your cock into me, you do so easily.
If we’re being honest here, you and I have had a rough couple of weeks and you need the stress relief as much, if not more than I do. I look up at you and murmur softly, “Use me. Use me like the slut that I am.” To capitalize on my point, I lift my hips, fucking back against you with a loud moan.
“Is this what you want?” You pull your entire length out and push back in, hitting my cervix, making me cry out.
“I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it.” The words hang in the air between us and you grab my panties from next to us on the bed, wadding them into a ball.
“You’re going to regret that.”
Our eyes meet and I hold your gaze, smirking up at you, *”Non, je ne regrette rien.”* I stick my tongue out defiantly and when you hesitate, I lean into you, “go on.” You push the fabric between my lips and I moan, tasting myself on it.
You push me back against the pillows, and your pace increases as you catch my hands in yours. With each thrust, I move my hips to match, fucking you back. Your lips are against my ear and you are murmuring romantic and abhorrent things in my ear. Things that we won’t speak of when the sun comes up in the morning.
Eventually I feel the tendrils of an orgasm seeping through me and I fuck against you feverishly. It doesn’t take long for you to realize what’s gotten into me and you stop, murmuring in my ear, “not so fast kitten. I’m using you, remember?” I moan my protests, but they are muffled behind the fabric in my mouth. Your hand is steady against my wrists holding me in place while I try and squrim out from under you, desperate to touch myself.
After a few moments, I am no longer trying to plead with you to cum again, no longer begging you to please fuck me, and you begin again. You lean back to drink in my features: my dark hair a mess against the pink pillowcase, my slightly flush cheeks, the bruising from your bites along my collarbone and breasts. When you lean in, you draw your tongue over the ridge of my ear and blow on it gently before softly telling me how beautiful I am in this state.
I can feel my heartbeat slow and your rythm is slow, steady. You kiss along my neck and your free hand drops to between my legs. Up until this point, you have been enjoying taking your time with me, now you are raising the stakes. You stop fucking me long enough to dip your fingers into my sex and rub circles around my clit as you resume. Your pace increases and I writhe under your touches. “Don’t even think about it,” you growl against my ear.
My head is hazy with need. There have been a few times you’ve inspired this type of lust in me: the kind of lust where all I can think about is cumming. Where each touch is like an electric current running along my skin. Each time until this point, I’ve kept my promise to you, that I wouldn’t cum until you touched me. But now? I moan a muffled plea. *Please,* I beg silently, staring into your eyes. Once I asked you *what’s to stop the brat from taking what’s hers?* You didn’t have a response, but you challenged my self control. Now, I could give in, take what’s mine. But at the cost of what? Your disappointment, the thought of it, outweighs my need to cum at the moment. My trust, too, outweighs that need. I arch my back and rock my hips against yours.
Together, we find a rhythm and our moans are quite loud. You pull the lace from between my lips and our eyes meet, “I want to hear you.” You don’t have to wait long because in this moment, it is just you and I. Your emphatic circling of my clit draws gasps of pleasure from me. You release my wrists from your grasp and I touch you like I have not before: I trace along your nipples and down your sides. Your moans spur me on and I cup your cheek with one hand, pulling you to kiss me. We kiss briefly, but break away for me to gasp another moan as I draw ever closer to an orgasm. You are just about there as well, I can tell by your fevered thrusts and your cock twitching in my pussy.
Before either of us reaches that point, however, you pull your cock from me and I whimper a moan. You wink and kiss me, “there’s always next go, Princess. Delayed gratification and all that.” You move, and we trade places, except, I am on my belly between your legs. I take your throbbing cock and slip my lips around it, sucking greedily. I taste myself on you and lick from the base to the tip before taking you fully in my mouth again. I look up at you and wink playfully, flattening my tongue as I repeat my previous actions. Your moans make me giddy and when you snare a hand in my hair I moan around you. Soon, you begin to fuck my face in earnest and right before you cum, you hold me down, your cock at the back of my throat. I gag, and right then, my throat working around your cock, you cum. You release my hair and manage a quiet “good girl,” as I swallow.
“You taste sweet,” I grin thumbing a bit of your cum from the corner of my lips, sucking on my fingertips greedily. “Have you been adding more fruits to your diet lately?”
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Wonderful writing. Thank you!
So hot I love this!