*Tags: M/F, anal, cum, domination*
You purse your lips in thought, eyeing the distance between the couch and the bathroom. The idea of warm water and steam is inviting but you’re still nestled inside of me, just as hard as before. “Do we have to get up?” I half-whine. You press into me gently, testing how sensitive you are post-orgasm. My eyelids flutter and this is enough to make you want to push through that discomfort and try for round two. I look up at you, mischief in my eyes. “Or.. would you rather I clean you with my mouth?”
You chuckle and roll off of me, still shaking your head in disbelief at my eagerness to give head. After so many partners who gave oral begrudgingly or not at all, I relish the chance to lavish attention on someone who finally reciprocates. I literally daydream about sucking your dick sometimes, have I ever told you that? I don’t waste any time dropping to my knees and pushing yours apart so that you can lay back and let me worship your cock. I gingerly grab you at the base of your erection and begin licking slowly; I know how sensitive you can be after finishing and I don’t want to push it too far. We have the whole evening left and if you’re still good to go I’ll make damned sure I spend every second of it pleasing you.
Your eyes are locked on me and I make sure to hold your gaze when I finally slide the full length of you into my mouth so I can tickle your balls with my tongue. I can’t keep this position for long before my eyes start to water. Still, I hold the cough until I can’t bear it any more and let myself gag a little because I know you love it. I don’t have time to enjoy the deep, rumbling moan that escapes you as I’m jolted into awareness of a warm trickle on my thigh.
I’m forced to cup my hand against myself when you tire of my slower pace and push your cock into my mouth. Finally, I pull back. “Babe, I need to clean up really quickly-“ but you interrupt me with a kiss.
“I didn’t say I was ready for the shower” you whisper into my ear and goosebumps prickle all the way down to my ankles. I shiver, still kneeling on the cold workshop tile. You kiss me again and draw me up, towards the section of the workbench we hadn’t gotten around to cleaning. “Such a messy girl” you murmur, and I think you mean the table until your hands are on mine, exploring the wetness created by our earlier romp. I look up at you, eyes heavy-lidded with lust. “Show me. Bend over the table.”
I look at the paint in front of me and then back up at you questioningly. “Bend. Over.” You repeat yourself slowly, and my heart is thudding in my chest as I turn back towards the table and do as I’m told. Hands on hips, my breasts and stomach are first to contact the table and I hiss with a sharp intake of breath at the coldness of the wet paint. I immediately feel the head of your cock teasing me, dragging slowly up and down my dripping slit. I don’t care about the paint any more, and bend over further, pulling my cheeks apart with my hands so you can see exactly what you’ve done to me. “Oh, good girl.” you murmur in appreciation, and I feel the tip of your prick drag slowly up to rest against my ass. I breathe sharply again and you hesitate. “I want the rest of you now. I want to fill you.” I nod slowly and relax. Before I can exhale again, I feel your cock nudging against me insistently before the resistance gives way and you slide in. I jolt against the table and wince; you’re so big it always hurts a little at first. But it’s just a twinge that soon turns into a lovely pressure as you begin thrusting tentatively. Eventually, I arch my back and push into you; your cue that I’m sufficiently warmed up and ready for more. You don’t disappoint, grabbing my ponytail in one hand and a wrist in another; the table legs screech on the floor as you push into me harder and harder. Goddamn, I love how you feel inside of me. “Dirty. Messy. Girl.” you grunt in time with your thrusts. My knees are shaking. The table is now several inches from its starting point, and I soon need to adjust my footing. You move to catch me, arms going around my waist. “Oh shoot, you’re really covered!” You laugh suddenly, sliding your hands up my wet belly and slick breasts.
I turn to you incredulously, to show my entire front from the neck to upper thighs covered in blodges of paint. “Ah yeah, I’d say you got me pretty good?” I shake my head, smirking.
“I got you, huh?” You advance on me again and my heart skips a beat. I nod. Tonight, I’m yours. Marked all over and filled by you. I step forward then giggle when my nipples leave twin dots of green when I brush against your stomach. My own fittingly silly marks on you. I pull back instead of being a brat and trapping you in a wet squishy hug like I normally would. Does this make us even?
Eyes rolling, you point me towards the shower with a dripping purple hand. The mess was fun for a while, but if we keep carrying on, we’re going to start getting craft supplies in places they were not meant to be. I soon find myself in the same position as before, this time bent over against the cool shower tile with warm water spraying over us as you bury yourself deep in my ass. I knew you weren’t done with me yet. My head hangs forward and I watch the swirls of colour flow around our feet and down the drain. Please don’t stop. Your hands squeeze my breasts as you pump into me urgently. You’re going to come again, I realize with a start. Or if not, you’re frustratingly close. I look over my shoulder and bite my lip. “Please play with me?” I pant. One of us will be getting off in this shower, at least that’s certain.
Immediately, your hand moves down between my legs. You curl your fingers inside of me, flat of your palm against my clit. Oh no, here we go. I cry out as you grind your palm into me, thrusting with your fingers and cock at the same time. My hands splay out on the tile as I push back into you to keep my balance and you take this as invitation to keep going. Your pace quickens, fingers sliding up to my clit and rubbing firmly in those tiny circles that always make my eyes roll back in my head.
I come again, waves of warmth rolling through my belly. I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow, I think as my knees start to buckle. You slip out of me but draw my body back against you, hand still caressing me as I gasp for breath in the steamy shower air. Kissing my ear and neck, you whisper what a good girl I’ve been for you tonight. Try as I might, I can’t get you to come twice. You don’t seem to mind, having moved on to soaping me up before we run out of hot water. I love it when you take care of me afterwards like this.
Later that night once the studio is actually cleaned and I’ve sent you off home with a kiss, I stand in the empty room replaying the evening in my mind. It couldn’t have gone better if it was actually an elaborate fantasy written for strangers on the internet. (Hah) Turning to leave, I pause at the calendar posted next to the door. Tonight was the first in a series of six weekly classes, I smile to myself. One down, five to go.
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