With the SO some time between 1 and 2 this morning. He strips me down and sets me on the bed. Grabbing a pillow, he slides it under my back, and pulls me to the very edge of his bed. He sits in his chair, putting my legs up over his shoulder. His tongue has touched me over 2 years now; I still hold my breath before that first touch. Right on my clit. He holds me in place while he flicks and traces circles around it. My breath is already heavy, my moans fluctuating between low growls and high-pitched whines. He loves the taste of me so much he moans. I'm grabbing my tits, the back of his head, his hands, his back… At times I have to pull my legs apart to keep them from clamping shut around him. When his touch and pressure changes, a different part of me shakes. My hips jerk on their own; my back arches as I cover my mouth (pretending to be modest). His tongue tickles in the best kind of way. He looks at me- I can't stand it. We take turns pinching my nipples and squeezing my tits. I'm on fire; babbling his name- whispering (when I have the willpower to control my voice) how he "eats me so good." I beg him not to stop. I swear he's so good he makes me wish I could eat my own pussy to see if it really tastes as good as he says.
At some point I start to shake uncontrollably, and he thinks I've climaxed. He pulls away "Delicious…" he's preparing for the main event. I tell him I was close but hadn't gotten there yet. He asks if I want him to finish. Of course I do, if he wants to as well. He sits back down, pulls me to his face again, and slurps away. I can't stop screaming and giggling. I always seem to be a breath behind. My hips are jumping and grinding on their own again, making his tongue hit me harder. As he tightens his suction, I'm swept up: it takes me by surprise. Slow soft tremors become so intense my entire lower half is in the air. My gasps turn into a scream before I can think to hold it back. There's no mistaking it this time. He pulls away as I'm still shaking and rolling around in tortuous pleasure.
He's stripped off his shorts long before now, and I help him with his shirt. Standing over me, he grabs my legs again, pulling me just a little off the bed. He slaps my clit- giving me a softer orgasm. The pillow is still under me. 2 years of amazing sex now, and I realize this is the FIRST time we've thrown a pillow into the mix. He slides inside me- he feels so hot. I can already feel him hitting me in a warm, deep part of me. It's hard to describe-it's a kind of sensation that reminds me of warm metal against your skin. It radiates through my pelvis. Taking my legs, he thrusts once, then again. He's hitting the very back of me. It's sharp, and my winces of breath tell him so.
He slows his next one, and that warm metal sensation moves with him. Again, a bit harder- it's amazing. He's back at his starting pace, and I'm realizing the pillow is going to become a friend of ours and WHY DIDN'T ANYBODY WARN ME?! (I've seen it used before and I know its benefits- I just had no idea what I was getting into)
He's looking down at me as he fucks me faster, watching my face display every thought: "What the fuck is that feeling?" "I think I like it…oh my GOD I fucking love it…I wasn't ready for this." The warm feeling changes pressure as he moves harder. Words and swears meld with moans and screams of several voices that are all mine. I know what's happening; I'm just in shock. It's coming. He's hitting the most dangerous part of me. I grab him tight and let the orgasm pierce me as he goes. This is all happening seconds after he just entered me.
The slightest change he makes is incredible. He tries to shush my ungodly noises (we don't yet live alone). He's kissing my body as he leans over me, prolonging my tremorous orgasm. He pulls my legs tighter, and fucks me like his personal whore. It begins a pattern of orgasms and shakes within seconds of each other. He leans over me again, slipping an arm between me and the pillow- pulling me even closer to him. He thrusts full force into me, slapping me inside as his balls slap the outside. He's smiling- fucking my mind as much as the rest of me. My face is stuck in a perpetual look of pleasurable confusion- a face he's come to know and love. I'm holding him close, striking his chest and back in slaps of pleasure as he kisses me; his tongue just as warm in my mouth as his cock is inside me. He holds me as I cum and writhe so fast and so often I can't discern the orgasms anymore. My entire vocabulary is reduced to his name and how many ways I can tell him he's fucking me so good. The rest is noise- gasps of shock as I go from pleasured to climaxing faster than I can comprehend.
I literally have to call a time out at his point. I'm on the verge of hyperventilating. I'm still shaking when I tell him I'm ready…too spent to form sentences, I give a thumbs up and say I'm good. He laughs and asks if I'm sure. He touches me teasingly with his cock, pulling away as I tremble: "I don't think you are" he says. His smile is insane.
He teases his way back in- just the tip of him grinding inside me sends me tripping. He just leaves it there, and that warm sensation magnifies. He pulls out, pulls the pillow out from under me, and helps me roll on my stomach, leaning over the bed in front of him. He pulls me close- I love when he penetrates me. I love it. My legs are weak and vibrating as he pulls me into his thrusts. I cover my mouth before I stop him to grab the pillow again (addicted after 1 night). I put it under me, becoming his whore again. I push back against him, biting the pillow as I scream. I tell him to smack my ass in between shudders, the sting of his hand and the heat of his cock sending me far away-loudly. He grabs my tits for leverage, and my legs start to give. He keeps reaching for my mouth, his "shhhh"s with a smile are a turn on and aggravating. I yell as he pounds "you want me to be quiet, buuuut you're fucking me like thaaat."
He pulls away again and sits in his chair. He pulls me off the bed with him, into his lap. We watch our reflection in his mirror to the side of us- facing away from him as I sit on his cock. His sighs behind me make my whole body spasm as I ride and thrust. My legs are still too weak to go as fast as I want, and we manage to turn me around (carefully navigating the arms of the chair) so I'm on my knees in his lap.
And again I lose it once he's inside me. I rock my hips, watching myself in the mirror. My ass bouncing on his dick as he holds each cheek; getting off to the feeling and the sight of it. He's sighing just the way I like, when I'm quiet enough to hear it. More waves of orgasms escape me as we start to sweat. We're closer to his door now, and I know I'm disturbing the peace. I'm in full-on whore mode now, telling him how "I don't care what anybody hears" (he's moving out soon) and "they won't hear it much longer"
Every few thrusts I'm sent over the edge. Each time is a surprise and shock to me. My body leans to and fro as my pussy clamps and shakes. I ask him if he feels that like I do. I ride him shamelessly, telling him to smack my ass while I fuck him. I can't stop; I can't shut up; his shushes do not help (he's smiling for goodness sake!) So I ask him "you like it when I moan and scream like that for you? You know you're the only man who makes me do this? You like being the only man who does this to me?" He can barely respond: his yeahs are whispers. Then to torture myself even more, I tell him to tell me to cum. "I want you to cum" he says in the same whisper. I've already started before he says it.
I'm gasping and hoot-screaming now. The waves are hitting me whether I'm moving or not. I look at him while I fall apart, he's about to join me. Just the sight of him keeps me cumming again and again. He grips me tighter and gasps. Everything goes hot and wet-his cumming stretches my orgasm beyond belief. He goes quiet and waits for me to come down. I'm still shaking- stuck in his lap as his cock twitches; the feeling gives me more mini-orgasms. I teasingly ask if he's done- knowing he's not controlling the twitches. Dizzily, I gingerly climb out of the chair as we start to clean up. He helps me back to the bed as I lose my balance. My eyes are slits, I can't catch a breath. I'm whimpering for a bit, and shortly after it's the quietest I've been all night.
Edit: words/typos
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/38xugs/a_perfect_munching_a_wellplaced_pillow_and_a_chair
Yes.
That’s what she (I) said. About a million times.
Damn!
Exactly