Pride. Pride in conquest. Pride in subjugation. That is why I did it and that is why I couldn’t stop doing it. Send him away marked. My hallmark, my brand. May not be permanent but a demonstration of my dominance and his submission to me, for now.
From behind I could see it. Little stepped crescent, like the moon at the crease of his neck and shoulders. A little red and a little raised. I smiled as he bent to retrieve his jocks and pulled them up. His buttocks flexed as he straightened his back. I had stroked those buttocks and could attest to the soft cool skin underlain by firm muscle, fleetingly hard. I marveled watching the muscles clench. The light from the window cast Brett’s body into deep relief. Ridges bright punctuated by dark valleys. I had just run my fingers through those vital shapes brought to life by our urgent coupling. Although I had been sated repeatedly, I felt the return of desire as I watched his arm arc up to rub the mark I had left.
I reclined against the headboard, one knee raised out of the carelessly bunched and creased sheet. My hands were balled in my lap. Obscured from Brett’s view I traced my crotch with a finger. My welcome post-coital ache was slowly being replaced by renewed arousal as I watched his shoulders flex to reach my bite, my hallmark. I stilled my fingers; we didn’t have time for another round.
It was difficult not to dwell in the activities of the last few hours. I smiled recalling him coming in and taking my face in his palm, kissing me deeply. I grasped his arm just above the elbow so I could feel the muscle surge of his bicep, his other arm easily over my shoulder to the small of my back pulling me to him. Not like my husband Brett took me. Drew me to the bed, sat me down and lay over me. I joined my hands behind his neck and pulled him to me hungrily. His hand ran up my thigh to the hem of my knickers. I knew I should have removed them.
This wasn’t the first time we’d met. Brett had contacted me through the site and chatted. I liked his wit and then calendars aligned and we shared small talk over coffee. We were on the same page, set a ‘date’ and got together. He towered over me and I enjoyed being engulfed by him. He also powerfully but tenderly moved me and adjusted me on our play-dates. I’m not young or small and this feeling of being tossed about gives me a bit of an extra thrill. Like a hayride with a fun fucking thrown in.
How it felt as he knelt between my knees and raised me to his mouth by my thighs. I hung, twitching response to his tongue and lips. Reaching behind his head and holding him tight through my climax. He seemed to have mastered my body, but I knew I had him hooked.
My husband knew Brett was a favorite, but they don’t last forever but that doesn’t make it easy when they go.
I just adored when I could drive Brett wild, take him in my mouth. Look up and grin into his eyes. My hands steadying on his thighs and feeling him rock into my mouth. Feel his cock further harden and slide on my tongue. Feel the muscles in his thighs harden and shiver as I stiffened my tongue, pressing his cock against the roof of my mouth.
I teasingly rocked him back, cock and mouth joined by a mix of my saliva and his precum. I cupped and loosely grasped his balls, controlling his movement. As he pushed forward I grinned and licked the frenulum reveling in its twitching need. I felt his balls move in my hand in response to my touch and his need. I held him still and felt his sigh and groan as I took him in my mouth again, deep. Shivers from his thigh thrilled through me.
I let my free hand trail through my labia. Shit, I was ready but I was enjoying pleasuring Brett. I just placed a little pressure to my clit, transferring slickness and having my own shiver – possibly equally from excitement as from my crouching!
Brett pulled me up kissed me deeply, hungrily. One hand held my head, the other reached down and looped the waistband of my knickers. We were both standing unsteadily, Brett leaning down to me, easing them down as he went. He awkwardly stopped and roughly sucked in one nipple, then the other. I rested my hands on his shoulder and pulled him closer as he dropped to one knee. I placed my arms around his head as he nuzzled beneath my boobs, I smiled thinking of the perfume I’d sprayed just there.
He moved to the side and traced my hip with his tongue, leaving a cool line. As he dropped I let my hands cross his shoulders and rest behind his head. Across my tummy I shivered again, pulling his head closer, his whiskers and lips scraping past my navel.
Although he had already gone down on me he nosed into my crotch. Previous urgency making it around my knickers, I don’t know, he likes that.
I spaced my feet further and placed a foot on the bed, pulling his face in. His tongue found my opening, his chin grazing deliciously up my thigh until he locked his mouth over my clit and sucked hard. I knew what was coming and couldn’t help but smile.
He stood, grabbing me by the waist and tossing me on the bed. I giggled. He covered me and kissed my neck as I laughed. I’m on the wrong side of 100 kg but Brett tossed me like a kid in the pool. I placed my legs behind him, nudging his cock around my pussy. I rocked feeling success as the tip slipped in and he advanced.
I just live for that first full thrust and this was no exception. His grin and groan betrayed his enjoyment.
He started to raise on his knees, withdrawing his cock before pressing forward again. I could feel his pace begin and rotated my hips and squeezing him on the out-stroke to maximize our sensations. The wet between us began that familiar slapping.
Brett knew what he was doing. I was reveling in feeling our impacts, our coupling just good to get that build up happening. I let my head fall back and paced my breathing letting it build. I took a big breath that shuddered. I felt his hand roughly nudge my mound, cool between us. His finger only found my clit before I shuddered and swore. He continued pounding and I heard my own yelps but fuck it.
He increased the tempo. This was good but I was having to consciously breathe. His thrusts were larger and the bed was creaking but there was no stopping. I came again and held him tight with my feet, trying desperately not to cramp. We were both panting now and the strain on Brett’s face was showing. I leaned up and placed my mouth at his neck and bit hard. He paused and I placed my hand on his stomach. “Wait!” I wriggled beneath him and turned over.
Brett grabbed my hips and entered me in a single stroke.
I felt his hands on my shoulders as he ground our crotches together, lifting my knees from the coverlet. And the thrusts began again. I lay my face to the side and let my hand join Brett’s at my clit. Our fingers delicately tickled each other and my clit as he furiously pumped into me. I could feel my bum ripple with impact up my back but couldn’t care less as another orgasm took me. Brett was losing his timing a little and I reached for his scrotum as he ground his cock into me and groaned.
It contracted in time with his twitching and even a little bucking as he sighed. I playfully rocked a few extra stroke from him, his sensitivity clear.
A good afternoon but time to check out. I watched Brett leave as I collected my receipt from the hotel receptionist.
“Thank you Ms Hallmark”.
END
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