We met in college and became each other’s first sweethearts. We’re still going strong after these few years. Sometimes, being a little hotheaded and still building up what it means to be in a relationship, we have a small crisis here and there.
This was one of those days. End of semester season of deadlines. Video game icons on the desktop call out from beneath the white interface of standard issue MS Word. Folder full of TV shows is invoking its charms. We’re under pressure, and whacking away at the keyboards.
*”Baby, could you make some coffee?”* – she asks. A perfectly fine question. I take it with a prolonged sigh, somewhat resembling a groan. *”What’s with the sighing?”*, she starts accusingly. *”Nothing! I’m just tired.”*, I said a tone too loudly. She gives me a look, I give her a look.
It’s just a dumb situation that sometimes happens. Sometimes I say something a tone too loud, sometimes she gives a very pronounced eye-roll that is interpreted at an entirely inappropriate register. For whatever reason, it never fails to give the room the atmosphere of sour cabbage.
“*Here’s your coffee*”, I say begrudgingly as I go back to my dumb paper. She murmurs out a thanks. We’re in complete silence.
This was the prelude to us having an utterly childish argument over formatting guidelines. It ends with this brilliant, very scholarly and cultured exchange:
*”Fuck you.”*
*”Fuck you.”*
*”Gladly, bitch.”*
*”Pshf.”*
An hour later, in the dim reality of the night, she proclaims, *”It’s fucking done.”*
*”Mine isn’t yet.*”
*”How much do you need to do?*”, she asks.
*”A page.”*
*”Heh. Who’s the bitch now?”*, she says as she kisses me on the forehead.
*”You are,”* I say with a smile that’s half-sincere and half dead inside.
The aforementioned bitch then has the gall to take all the perks of the bachelor’s life in a single apartment. No longer hiding behind a laptop, she sits there in just her blue, laced string panties. Her boobs, ideally fitting to the hand, are in full view, as she.casually checks something on her phone.
I take a good look at her, starved for some touch, something other than the comparably dull world of sociolinguistics. She sees me staring. She smiles deviously.
*”Whatcha staring at?”*
*”Isn’t it obvious?”*
*”Finish that shit first, moron.*”
I turn around to face the monitor. I hear her shifting a little bit. Inadvertently, I turn around for just a brief second. Her legs, complete with her beautiful, large thighs are now spread right in front of me, and there’s just a bare glimpse of her mound from the very, very tiny piece of underwear covering it. I swear I wasn’t staring; she still made certain that I keep my discipline about me with a loud “AH-HEM!”.
Then she changed her mind. I heard two quick snaps of the fingers. Then, a whistle. By reflex, I turn around. She flashes me her wonderful innie, shoots a smile, and goes back to her phone. I look at her in slight disbelief and clench my fists inadvertently. She gives me a faux-innocent look complete with an inquisitive *What?*, as if nothing at all ever happened. Then, her blank glare changes completely as she looks me dead in the eye, and ever so slightly licks her lips.
*Fucking piece of shit taunting fuckcunt,* races my mind. I continue my task with an annoying boner and her going in and out of the room every so often, constantly wiggling that fantastic, plump ass of hers, clad in nothing but a lacy blue thong, on her way out. She is free, and just as a petty punishment she will point it out to me.
She comes back to the room with two glasses of cold water. Makes sure to stretch directly in front of me, doing a little twirl showing off her hips and butt.
I strike. I squeeze her really, really hard on her side, digging my claws into her vulnerable flesh. She moans. I quickly jump out of my office chair, get up on my feet, and grab her on the other side as well. She darts her head back and closes her eyes, her utmost vulnerability exploited on that very moment. I look at her with my smuggest possible expression. “*What now, bitch?*”
*”Did you finish the thing?”*, she says once the hold upon her is loosened, voice booming with exasperation and a slight bit of annoyance.
“*No.*”
“*Then finish it,”* she says as she pushes slightly away, though the gleam in her eyes betrays that she is looking at a challenge.
“*All I have left is the fucking formatting, and we’ve already had a fucking discussion on that, so I think it can take a break. Don’t ***you?*** ” * My firm hold on her hips tightens with full force, serving as punctuation.
“*Fffffuck you.*”
“**Gladly.**” I sink my lips inside her lips, and we kiss very, very deeply.
Our feet lose our way on the floor and we kick some random plastic containers that found their way there for seemingly no explicable reason. We clumsily move to the bed.
*”Ow!*” The kiss is broken. *”Watch where you’re fucking going!”* Our feet entangled inexplicably in this silly dance.
*”What’s your fucking problem again? Geez, sorry, I’m trying to have a moment here.*”
*”Is almost killing me your kinda moment?”*
*”Just shut the fuck up already*”, and we’re on the bed, and we’re kissing, and my shirt is tugged in her hands and we both simultaneously let out a sensual moan into our kiss. I fucking love those moans, they resonate so deeply within you, and at the moment, they were such an obvious sign that something **was** happening right now, and that in spite of us looking like a textbook case of a domestic there’s just too much going on.
We’re soon both naked – a ceremony I finished personally, removing her beautiful, blue, laced panties and kissing her thigh all the way to the foot as I discarded them. We were now in unison, laying around and tugging to each other’s vulnerable spots. I could tell she wanted revenge as she poked between my ribs, clawed at my back and chest, and tugged on my hair. I responded in kind, pushing all of her buttons with masculine ferocity, and tugged on her hand, trying my hardest to get her to submit to my strength and weight. She wasn’t an easy adversary, though. She mediated our difference in strength with technique. (A girl’s gotta know some handy defense techniques, I reckon.)
*”You can suck my dick.*”, I said as I escaped her headlock after another struggle like this.
“*You know it,*” she responds.
It was an even match. It ended in a 69. She took a comfortable seat on my face and pushed it in, letting me marvel at her wonderful, big ass. The softness was pushed against me, but I still pushed further, being really, really thirsty for those sexy juices of hers. My hands were on her ass, pushing her to sit on me. She worked my cock with her usual fervor, sucking it and licking from all sides. We turned it into a regular competition; she would go really hard and deep on my cock while stifling me with her ass, and when I managed to regain some control, I would respond with a desperate barrage on her clit so that she would be taken aback and let me be in charge. We exchanged this dynamic for a little bit.
*”Jeez, dude, I can’t suck you off if you insist on being this fucking shhhhffffff”*, she said and was interrupted by another particularly strong attack.
*”Then sit there with my cock in your mouth and take it.*”
She actually complied. I was winning this little thing. She sat there, licking my cock with her waning strength, and the vibrations from her moaning and the wetness of her mouth where a pleasant little tingle on my erect manhood.
*”Little cocksucker.”*
*”Shush ush,”* she mouthed with cock in her mouth. I think it flared her up, because she decided to just go crazy with it. She grasped it with both her hands, cupping my balls and pushing onto all of the spots she could get her hands on, tugging on them, aiming for the perineum, and non-stop sucking with a generous, rhythmically loose and tight, handjob grip. I was losing this little thing. Well, we were both winning, actually. I won just a little bit more, because she came first, and she muffled all of her orgasmic moans into my cock, once again engulfing it with the pleasant vibration. The moment she came to her senses, she resumed her motion and I came right in her mouth in three big spurts. Befitting the little minx, she made very, very pleased sounds as she slurped all of my cum. She got off of me and laid next to me, breathing heavily.
We mellowed just a little bit. We still had energy, and a fair bit of zeal.
*”Just fuck me.”*
I put on a condom, and mounted her from behind. The moment my cock settled inside her and she overcame the initial sensation of being entered, giving me an OK sign, I went *feral*. My first thrust was fast. Hard. There was this subconscious desire to fuck this worthless fucking cocktease, as my mind was hinting at me the whole time. I had her wonderful fucking ass in full display, and I owned it. The power rushed to my head. I slapped her hard on her voluptuous cheek. I was fucking her. Hard. And loudly, very loudly announcing my pleasure and the effort put into every single thrust. My hands couldn’t decide where they wanted to be – I tugged harshly on her hair, then immediately proceeded to give her ass a few powerful slaps, and then, once again, came to visit her vulnerable weak spots on her sides, holding onto them as tight as possible so that I could just fuck as hard as I could. I fucked recklessly. I felt like a demon. I pounded on her body without a moment of reprieve. I got lost in this whole thing. One thing I distinctly remember, aside from the wonderful wetness and tightness and the sensation of very, very rapid thrusting in and out, was slapping her ass in a powerful rhythm to the words: *”Fuck! You! You! Bitch!”*
The tempo was so frantic it took her quite a bit of skill to manage to reach towards her clit and rub it furiously in tandem with my thrusts. I kept on flinging all sorts of verbal abuse at her and she rewarded me with loud screams. We were living the high life, and I was hell bent on leaving her entire body bruised.
She was already almost passed out from the frantic pace, letting go of her satisfied clit. I was still in a world of my own, and she brought me down with a pinch on my hand.
*”I’m spent. Just use me.*”
And that I did. She supported herself weakly on her hands and knees, surrendering to me entirely. I let her stay in that position and, as my head cleared out, between all of the macho shit I was saying to hype myself up and get her going as well, I blurted out an *I love you*. She said, in a slightly staggered voice, *I-I love you too.* Fuck, it felt good to hear.
I finally came, finishing with a powerful thrust and slowly going limp. The air in the room condensed into vapor onto the closed glass windows of our room; I was completely out of breath, and felt a bit of a pulsating weight in my chest. We fucked long, and we fucked good. And I swear, we’re not normally this testy with one another. Sometimes it really does work though.
Also, because I’m a very responsible flower, I finished the stupid page in the morning afterwards. We passed, and drank later to celebrate.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/745jxz/mf_two_lovebirds_have_a_bit_of_a_hatefuck
Duuuude… Marry that.