This color I wear for you, not because it shapes my lips, although it does that nicely. I don’t wear it to be noticed, men discreetly watch my mouth without me needing to draw it the color of ripe plums. They watch, hoping that if I part my mouth just so it will become an invitation to enter, but it is a private party for one.
I wear it to remind you of what I will do to you in the quiet hours when all the rest of our world sleeps. When all the chaos and mistakes fade into oblivion, you can just be you and let your guard down for a moment. Melting into my skin, first your fingers, then your soft lips. Mine parting with a soft gasp, encouraging, dragging fingers across your shoulder, down your arms pulling you closer to my body. There is a comfort there, a knowing. You are safe with me. You can take what you need and I will still smile at you in the morning.
Laying your body on mine, the pressure building the heat. The way you shift your hips tells me how it will end tonight. I love the nights when you look deep at me while you crescendo, this is not that night. This is when I become your vixen and I play this part well. Shifting my hair, pushing my breasts against your chest, I signal silently to you that I am ready to meet your needs and take the onslaught.
Rolling me to my knees and standing behind me, you open all of my soft parts with one, then two, maybe three long fingers. So tight, sliding in and out, slick. Pausing to breathe in my aroma, suddenly you lick my body stem to stern. Just one sharp tongue, catching every piece. I jump as you catch my clit, a sudden jolt of lightning all the way to my throat, I can’t stop the moan.
Before it has even left my stained lips, you plunge your head inside me. Not all the way, you know I crave the length of you, so you hold back just enough to cause my desire to rise. I press my hips back but your firm hands hold them still. I know I have to surrender to you, let you be in charge. It is impossible not to rock back and try to take it all at once even though it hurts, such a delicious pain. You smack my ass, just hard enough to leave a perfect handprint and remind me who gets to choose tonight. I stay obediently still.
You start slowly, making sure I feel you pass every ridge deep inside me. The tempo speeds up, the base of your cock grinding into my whole hot mess. My pussy, taut and swelling, grasps on your thickness, your balls pound my clit. You hit my back edges forcing a louder moan to escape, neck arching. You grab my hair, which has curled in the slight sheen of sweat on my back, and pull it back towards you.
With my back bent these breasts you adore are free to swing in time to your strokes. This is my secret place, you know if you can drive hard and deep into this spot you can make me shake. You keep pounding as the tension rises. I get tighter and firmer, my breath becoming faster. My lipstick smears across the pillow you are mercilessly driving me into, its purpose nearly fulfilled. Suddenly I am cumming, exploding around you in tidal waves. You release my hair, watch my ass buck back against you. You only allow me a few moments before you pull your throbbing rod from me, covered in the creamy white coating of my release. Turning me around you push my stained mouth toward its swollen head. I struggle briefly, but only because that is the role for tonight, in reality I crave it. I gleefully take you in my throat licking my salty cum from tip to shaft over and over again. You grow in my mouth and your moans become more demanding. You pull me on top of you, whispering in a throaty voice that you want to see me above you. I willingly climb up and situate my slit over your throbbing body.
In one violent motion your hands pull my hips down so forcefully I think you will break me. I can’t move off your cock, I am utterly impaled by it. I struggle to move, just to allow a little relief but it isn’t tolerated. You smack my ass again and tell me to sit on it harder. I do, slamming my swollen, sore slit against you. Your fingers tighten, leaving what I know will be little, light deliciously blue bruises in the morning. First one hand, then two reach up to grab my shoulders bringing my breasts to your mouth. I am pinned forward with your lips and teeth as you suck them hard. Pulling me down without any recourse on your engorged member, your balls cram against my ass. This sensation starts to throw me over, and you look at me commanding me to finish only when you give permission.
I see you take it all in, the curve of my shoulder, the line of my collarbone, breasts heaving above you, my submission to your pleasure. Your eyes roll back into your head ever so slightly. Now I have you too, there is no turning back from here. The pace quickens, the pressure of your sack on my asshole is making me crazy. I beg, please, tell me I can? You pull me down for several more strokes. This is my role here, to beg, give in to your timing. Please? More waiting, more fierce drives bottoming out, agony. Finally, finally, finally you grant me permission. Cum for me. Me. It is that promise that I belong to your cock and yours alone that catapults me again up and over, contracting strongly on your rigid shaft.
Simultaneously, your balls swell, you expand even more. The hot cum rolls out in thick, sticky ropes flooding my box. Your hands pull harder, your face beyond description. That sweet face, the soft moans, these are mine and mine alone. I adore them, I think about them whenever we are apart, daydreaming about ways to make this face more mine, more satisfied. Tossing my long hair back, I laugh with my face to the sky, completing the last languid strokes over your body. Your hands falling in release to my back, gentle caresses of gratitude.
For this purpose I painted my lips, to bring us here, to give our bodies this depth of pleasure. I know I will still feel your pounding tomorrow as I move about my mundane tasks and I will just smile.
Note: This is a re-write from several weeks ago. Thanks for reading!
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