He drives me wild… [MF]

There is something about T that makes me insatiable. I always have a high sex drive, but T brings it out in spades. My body responds to his smile, the lightest touch, the softest kiss – floodgates open. I keep expecting that effect to dissipate over time. That one day he’ll kiss me and I won’t have to restrain myself from stripping him down and pulling him to the floor then and there. But so far, it hasn’t happened. I’m not complaining.

T is tall, lean, and tanned. Green eyes and light brown hair, a few well placed and tasteful tattoos, and these beautiful hands. Long, strong fingers and soft skin. I want them on me constantly. And did I mention the accent? Hard to place – sounds somewhere between South African, English, and Australian. It’s his own – unique and sexy, just like him, and made even hotter by the extensiveness of his vocabulary and his impressive intellect.

I’m nearly a foot shorter than he is, athletic with a great ass (or so I’ve been told). Wavy, wild hair and dark eyes. I have a deep fondness for black lingerie and red lipstick.

And this is a story from yesterday. Not a particularly wild one – though we have those – but a moment I’ve been replaying since it happened, so maybe it’s worth sharing.

T and I had just finished a long, serious talk. One of those State of the Union talks that happens when someone screws up or says something insensitive, or when things are changing. The really important, healthy, intense talks that bring two people closer together. And no matter how well those talks go, or how clear it is that we’re on the same page, those kinds of conversations always make me feel a little vulnerable and raw. So after we put some dinner on the stove to simmer, I reached out to him.

“Do me a favour?”
“Anything.”
“Come cuddle with me in bed?”
He smiles his biggest, most genuine smile. “With greatest pleasure.”

We curl up together, spooning quietly. He wraps me in his arms and breathes into my ear. “I adore you.”
“And I you.”

He runs his hands gently over my back and tangles them in my hair. He kisses the edge of my ear and massages my shoulder blades – all things he knows I love. Without realizing it, I’m moaning softly. My whole body is relaxed. I turn over slowly so I can look at him. We smile at each other and I run my nails lightly through his hair and trace his cheekbones with my fingertips. He pulls me in for a kiss and one hand slips under my shirt and up my bare back. I shiver and I can feel him smiling against my lips as he deepens the kiss, biting my lower lip and using his free hand to pull my head closer to his. I put both hands on either side of his face and sink into the sensations of our lips, teeth, and tongues exploring.

I roll once more and this time I’m on top of him, straddling his body. I help him tug my shirt off and gasp in surprise when the bra immediately follows and he closes his mouth over my nipple. A gentle bite has me growling and he laughs until I pull him away from me long enough to rip his shirt over his head. He unbuttons my pants and lifts me off of him so he can pull them over my hips and off my legs. He’s sitting between my legs, taking me in. I look him over. “You’re wearing too many clothes.”

His pants follow mine to the floor. We’re sitting on the bed facing one another. I spread my legs until they’re on either side of his body and then lower my head to his hard cock. I work my tongue around his tip before working my mouth down his length – he’s far too big for me to take all of him that way, but with every thrust downward I go just slightly further, and he gasps just a little louder every time he feels himself sink deeper down my throat. He has my hair gently gathered in one hand, keeping it out of my face so he can watch me, and that simple gesture of affection makes me feel so cherished. I would do this all afternoon – I love hearing him moan and feeling him shudder as my mouth and hands drive him wild, feeling his hands in my hair and stroking my back, but we both know that’s not what we need today.

He gently pulls my face to his and kisses me before pushing me down and lying between my legs. There’s no preamble – his tongue finds my clit and plays with it relentlessly as I moan and growl. It feels so incredible and I’m shaking with pleasure and joy when he stops and kneels in front of me. He pulls my legs up and closer to him and teases my entrance with his cock and suddenly, despite how good his mouth way making me feel, all I want is him inside me.

He tries to go slow and hold out – tries not to sink into me right away – but he wants this as much as I do and it takes one word – “Please,” hissed out through gritted teeth for his control to snap and suddenly he’s buried inside me completely. My knees are bent up close to my body and I’m flat on my back – he has me at a disadvantage as he sets a hard, fast pace and I can barely move. I try to match his thrusts but with little leverage it’s all I can do to move against him and ripple my muscles along his thick cock. No one is complaining, though – he’s sighing and I’m calling his name and we’re both feeling the release of pent up emotion from a long afternoon of talk.

My eyes are closed and I’m swept away by the rhythm of our bodies and the depth of his thrusts when suddenly he rolls away from me. I whimper and he chuckles. I roll on to my side and wait for him to take me that way. We try, but I’m so wet that the angle is hard to find and he keeps slipping away from me. I realize, belatedly, that he almost certainly wants me on top of him, that that is almost definitely why he withdrew. I flip over and slide myself on to him. I lower down slow and deep.
“This what you want?”
“Always.” It comes out as a gasp. “Well, almost always…”

I’m about to say something dirty, about to ask him if he likes the way I ride him. I look into his eyes and he catches my face between his hands. I stop moving, sitting still with his cock buried deep inside me.
“I love you,” he says. Every time he says that, the world stills and my heart flutters. I lower my forehead to his. “I love you too.”

We kiss and I begin to move again, so slowly. I want to feel every single inch of him moving inside me. I roll my hips and smile when his body tenses. I lean back and find the perfect angle. His hands wrap around my waist to hold me there and we move together. The pace picks up and his hands move to my ass so he can better control the speed. The effort of holding my body upright is too much – I want his skin against mine and I drop my chest to his body, cradling my head against his neck, kissing his chest, shoulders, face – whatever I can reach. His arms wrap around my back. I can tell how close he is, his breathing is short and shallow, his thrusts erratic. He keeps whispering “Oh god” over and over. Before he hits the point of no return, I stop completely.

“What?”
I kiss him passionately.
“Oh. Fair enough.”

We pick up where we left off. He’s cooled just enough that the tension has to build up again. I want to stop him again, want to draw this out and tease him, but I’m not sure that I can. He feels so goddamn good and I know I’ll cum when he does. I feel the edge approaching. This time, he’s the one that stops us. He holds me for a moment against his chest, then kisses me.

“Fair enough,” I say.

And then we’re moving again and there’s no stopping this time. It takes no time at all to be back hovering on the edge, and hearing his desperate, pleading moans drives me wild. “Oh god. Oh my god. Oh GOD yes. Oh yes. Oh god YES. OH. OH FUCKING HELL.” He pumps into me, twitching and moaning and tensing over and over again, and I pulse against him, lost in my own haze of ecstasy. He stills, and I keep moving gently, riding the last few moments of my own intense orgasm. I collapse against his body.

We are still and quiet for a long time, basking in the afterglow. Each lost in our own thoughts as our bodies cool and our heartbeats settle. Fingers entwined, nestled together. Content.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8akgbu/he_drives_me_wild_mf