I take a deep breath and knock on his door. It’s only been a month since I saw him last but 4 since everything was normal. I do not know what today holds. Will we be back to our old selves or will there still be that looming awkwardness like when I was here last?
My phone buzzes with a snapchat from him.
“Come in babe.”
Babe. That’s a good sign. I open the door and walk in. The house is cool and the lights off. The only light is the sun shining through the windows in the kitchen and living room. He walks into the hall as I shut the front door behind me. His face lights up as he sees me. His eyes and grin say, I’m so happy to see you. My body relaxes by 1000 degrees. That look. My look. Is what I had already predetermined how this weekend would go. Blank and guarded meant just chilling on the couch. But that look says, no walls or holds.
He walks up to me and says “You look amazing.” He bends to kiss me and my insides tense. I know if I don’t hold back a little I will completely melt into him and lose my composure. His hands go to my waist as I tip toe to meet his lips. His large strong hands pull my body to meet his. As our chests meet I feel his body heat through our clothes. I can feel my resolve already slipping. He turns me and pushes me against the wall as he pulls away.
He looks down into my eyes and huskily says “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing” I reply
Nothing, wasn’t officially wrong but I just didn’t know how to gauge today. I didn’t know what to expect. The first time we were together was so easy and natural. However, so much has happened in that time.
“Something is wrong, Bridget.” He says in a firm tone commanding me to just say it.
“Seth, it’s just that we haven’t discussed what to expect of today. Are you ok? Are we friends chilling on the couch? Or are we lovers? I don’t know what version of our friendship you want today.”
His shoulders visibly sink for a second. Than he resumes his stance as he presses his body into mine against the wall. He leans into my ear and whispers almost growling. “I want all of you. Cuddling on the couch. Holding your hand. Listening to you talk. And making your body cum until you beg me to stop.”
My body involuntarily pushes back into him. My complete resolve gone just with those few short sentences. We can be us again. My entire being beams. He kisses me again and pulls my body up to him. My arms wrap around his neck. Our tongues dance in a heated battle. I press my palms flat onto his shoulders feeling him. He pulls me all the way up and my legs wrap around his waist. I am melting. I can feel all the pent up emotions bubbling to the surface and leaving through our lips. We pull away slightly and I wrap completely around him. My arms. My legs. And my head on his shoulder. I just breathe him in.
“I missed you so much.” He says huskily
“I did too.” Choking back my emotions
“Do you want to go to the couch or the bed?” he asks
“I don’t care. I just want to feel you.” I reply into his neck
He places me back onto my feet. As we make eye contact he grabs my hand and walks me to the living room. He sits on the couch with one leg over the edge and one leg flush onto the back cushion. He pats the bottom cushion in between his legs and says “Sit.”
I eagerly do as I’m told. It’s not like I’m going to argue about cuddling with him. I sit and lean back into his chest. His body heat soaks through the thin material of my crop top and I feel my back muscles relax as if they had been tight for years. I audibly sigh and lean my head onto him and close my eyes. His hands grab my hips and move me back into him more. He takes a deep breath and I feel his body relax too. He needs this too.
For weeks now I’ve been convincing myself that all this was just in my imagination. There is no way that this feeling was real. There is no way that someone’s existence could actually feel like it was healing my soul. It is real. At least to me it is.
He is lightly petting my ribs and waist. Up and down. Softly. Slowly. Our breathing is in rhythm just existing in the same space together. My hands resting on his thighs. My fingers flexing back and forth raking my nails against the rough denim material. I can’t tell how long we sit like that. Not talking but just breathing each other in.
I notice his breathing getting a little unsteady as his hands find the hem of my shirt. He places them flush on my skin. His rough skin colliding with my smooth. I inhale deeply. They move inward to my belly and back out. Then travel up my sides and back down. His head leans forward. I can feel his breath slightly tickling my ear and then his mouth on my neck. I think I have stopped breathing at this point not wanting it to stop but my heart is pounding. His mouth is soft at first just kissing and nibbling. His heart is beating into my back. His caresses get harder around my waist and stomach as I feel his teeth slightly biting. I moan out loud and push further back into him arching my neck so that he can reach the spot that unwinds me. He finds it. I can feel the warm wetness between my legs and my muscles clench.
This tease continues for several minutes. Our hands roaming. Touching. Needing. My breath is ragged and I know I am coming undone. My hips are involuntarily moving. He removes my shirt and bites down hard on my shoulder. The pain sears through my core but I want more. I cock my head sideways at him. He grabs my jaw, pulls my mouth to his, and kisses me aggressively. The heat inside of his mouth is startling but spurs me on. Our tongues are tasting and swimming begging for more.
He releases me. I am breathing hard. He is too. I scoot away from him. He sits straight up and his eyes say come here. He motions with his head for me to straddle his lap. I straddle him facing forward. His hands return to my hips and our mouths join again. I can feel his heat and hardness pushing through our clothes and meeting my clit. I grind into him. He moans into my mouth. He pulls away just long enough to say “We have too many clothes on.”
We giggle as I stand up and start removing mine. Unexpectedly he is not removing his. He is just watching me. His eyes are enjoying the show as each piece comes off. Crop top. Bra. Shorts. I stand there with just my panties on. He leans forward grabs them and tears them off. “You won’t be wearing them anymore this weekend anyways.”
He pulls me back onto his lap and we resume the kissing, grinding, and petting. I need to feel him. I need the release. My body is so hot and tight. I feel like a rubber band about to snap. He lays me on the couch onto my back. He leans over me and continues to kiss me. I feel his hand roaming up my inner thigh. My wetness clearly running down my leg. With every inch of movement up my thigh I am closer and closer to exploding. He traces my lips with the tip of his index finger. I buck my hips trying to urge him to hurry up. I feel his lips turn into a grin on mine. His mouth moves to my ear. His hot breath whispers “What do you need, baby?”
“You. Baby!” I respond with a whine and an attitude
His fingers stop.
“Ask. Nicely. Baby” he bites out
“Please, make me cum.” I comply
My defenses are down. I have no fight just need. Fuck, he is touching my pussy every where except where I need it. His mouth is dominating my neck, shoulders, and chest.
“Please, please, touch me. Quit teasing me. Please.” I quietly scream out
“Yes, baby. I love it when you beg. ” he says amused
He slowly inserts one finger. My tension releases and my body sighs. He moves it just enough to continue my climb but not enough to make me cum. He is watching me now. Our eyes locked together. Mine begging. His laughing.
“Did you miss me, baby?” he asks
“Everyday” I say as my body is moving with his finger
“You are so wet. Do you want me to let you cum?”
“Please.” I whisper
“Please tell me to cum.”
He stands up. “Not yet. Get up. We need to go get something to eat. Did you bring the pink dress with you?”
I lay there stunned with my body shaking but I form a reply.
“Of Course” I say curtly. Agitation quickly turning to excitement about finally getting to wear the dress for him.
This dress probably should not hold so much precedence in my head but it does. When we had first started talking he was obviously very infatuated with sundresses. On our first meeting I had bought a dress for that reason. Several days after I had asked him to find a dress he liked and send me the link. This act bonded us. Since then that dress has quietly hung in my closet reminding me of what could be and what was. Like a secret promise and memory.
I quickly put on my clothes that are in a heap on the floor and run out to my car to grab my bag. The dress is a light pink with buttons down the front. It is cotton and high waisted. It accentuates all my curves without being overly revealing.
As I return into the house I can tell how amused he is as he’s moving through the house. I dress quickly in the bathroom. My hair is a mess from the make out session. Just the thought of it makes my muscles tense and the wetness return. I’m still so hungry for him. I asked him to tease me but I didn’t realize it was going to be for hours.
He walks into the restroom and watches me pull my hair up into a bun and apply eye makeup. I can see him grinning in the mirror as he’s watches me. He waits patiently until I finish and then comes up behind me. He wraps his arms around me as we both make eye contact in the mirror. He leans into my ear and says “I knew that dress was going to look great on you. ”
“Thank you” I melt back into his arms and blush.
We leave and drive across town. His hand resting and petting my thigh. Going further and further up my thigh. I outwardly maintain my composure and carry along with the conversation. I don’t want to miss one minute. As much as I enjoy the physical aspect of our relationship the talking and connecting is what I long for. We pull into a small burger joint and park.
“Burgers are your favorite? Right?” he asks
“Yes” I reply giddily as I jump out of the truck
He grabs my hand and says with a joke in his tone. “With fries, of course, we can’t forget the fries. You will like this place. A member of the group owns it.”
With the last sentence I go on alert. The group he is referring to is a kink group in town. They all get together monthly to enjoy each other’s company and to learn from each other. I haven’t met any of the people and I am noticeably intimated realizing I’m about to meet them.
“It’s fine, babe. They’re going to love you. I brought you here because it’s small and private.” He says
I walk beside him trying to control my breathing. My hand tight around his as we walk inside. A tall thin older woman comes from behind the counter and loudly exclaims “Seth! Oh my gawd!! Who did you bring to see us?”
She bends slightly to hug him tightly. He returns the hug and beams at me. I know that I’m blushing by this point anxiety coarsing through me. She releases him and hugs me with the same intensity.
“Wanda, this is my girlfriend Bridget.” He says with a grin
I startle and look at him. My breath catching in my throat. I feel slightly dizzy as he grabs my hand again. Girlfriend. What the hell? He’s only called me that once and that was as a joke. He’s watching my face for my reaction and I’m watching his. Wanda is watching us both. She finally breaks the silence.
“What the hell did I just miss?” she asks
We all laugh and I finally inhale. “Nothing. I’ve just never called her that and it took her off guard.” He answers openly
I know they have to be close for him to be that open with her. She grins as she takes us to a booth. I slide in and he slides in next to me. Her and Seth continue with small talk about his kids, the group, and work until she says “Well, I’m going to leave yall two to what yall came here for. What do you want to drink?”
He ordered a beer and I ordered a unsweetened tea. She winked at us and walks away.
“I like her.” I said as I start leafing through the menu.
“I knew you would. He husband is in the back. Beware he’s a hugger.” He says with a wide grin as he’s watching my face.
I close the menu and turn towards him my back leaning against the wall. His hand is already playing with my outer thigh. I watch his face as he is deciding on what he wants. His glasses sliding slightly forward on his nose as his head is tilted down. The curve of his jaw bone tense with concentration. The slight grin still on his mouth because he is getting braver with his petting and because he can see me inspecting him. His face has so much character. It shields all of his emotions but portrays just enough to let me in. He looks at me sideways and squeezed my thigh and says “You’re making me nervous. Quit staring at me.”
“You are just so fucking attractive. I love your face.” I reply in all seriousness
“Thank you” he says not knowing how to receive the compliment. He closes the menu and looks at me.
“Do you know what you want?” he asks
I shake my head yes.
Wanda returns with our drinks and takes our orders. She is eyeballing us both. I can tell from the look on her face she is assessing us. She is not used to seeing Seth with anyone on an intimate level. She still hasn’t decided the level of the relationship when she walks away. The feeling is mutual. I don’t know his level in the relationship. I am 100% certain of mine.
This thinking gives me the nerve to ask. “Girlfriend? Is this still the naughty girlfriend that we joke about or something that we haven’t discussed?”
He looks at me and his hand stops the circular motions that he is making on my thigh.
“What do you want it to be?” throwing the question back at me.
“No, that’s below the belt. You knew this question was coming when you called me that.” I square off and move my thigh away from him. I’m ready for this question to have an answer.
“Bridget, do you know how much I like you?” he asks
I honestly shake my head no.
He looks shocked.
“I know how much you liked me.” I reply, accentuating liked, past tense.
“I’m sorry you are going to have to explain that. Nothing has changed so why is it past tense?” he still is not answering the question.
I accept that I need to answer this without his answer first. “The first month was beautiful. You made me a priority. You told me how you felt. Then your life happened and you slowly started shutting all those things off to me except you were still talking on a basic friend level everyday.” I take a deep breath “Yes, in the last couple of weeks you have started turning the communication back on but it is elusive and is not giving me a light into your feelings or even your sexual attraction. Well until your couch earlier.” I look down feeling defeated as his facial expression doesn’t show how my words have affected him.
I feel as if I am going to be sick as he touches the top of my hand on the table. “I didn’t realize I had done all that. Why didn’t you tell me?” he says quietly but firmly
“I did. I begged you to open up to me. I begged you to give me some attention. I begged you to let me feel your emotions. But each time you had a reason why you couldn’t. Each reason was legit. I knew your world was falling apart. Therefore, I stopped asking. I decided I was just going to wait and that left me with a lot of doubt about you and us. I finally accepted that I like you more than you like me.” I responded in one breath scared of the consequences from my words.
“Bridget. I have craved for so long for what we have. I have wanted a woman that I could feel all the naughty things. I could do all the sexual kinky things with. I could lay in bed and wrap myself around. I could talk to about everything and nothing without fear. I did not mean to put doubt in your head but you are right with how my life has been I had no room for you. I knew I needed to keep you around but I couldn’t keep you a priority and I am sorry.” He looks up as he hears his name.
“Seth. Old man! What are you doing here?” the words come from a very large short man bounding towards our table with a tray and our food.
He catches a glimpse of me and whistles “And who do you have with you?” he continues
Seth stands up clears his throat and beams as brightly for him as he did with Wanda. He helps him with the plates and returns to the seat next to me. The large man sits in the booth seat across from us. “Roger, this is Bridget…my girlfriend.” He introduces us as he looks into my eyes searching again.
I am not shocked this time. I want to be his girlfriend. I extend my hand. Roger stands up leans over the table and food to give me his best attempt of a bear hug. “Good to meet you. I’ve never seen him with a woman outside of a party.” He clears his throat and catches his words “Oh wait! Does she know about the parties?”
Seth laughs “Yes, of course she does. She will be attending one soon.” He says with a wink in my direction.
I am definitely blushing by this point. Thinking of a kink party while sitting across from a stranger and the only man that has ever made me feel safe enough to do the kinky things. My head is spinning with visuals and trying to maintain my composure so that we can return to the previous conversation. Roger shakes Seth’s hand vigorously and walks away.
“I think he embarrassed himself” I say giggling
“I’ve never seen it before but I think you are right.” He replies with a chuckle.
“Let’s eat.” I say as I pick up my very large hamburger. Fuck, it’s hot. I put it back down.
He is watching me and laughs. “We might have to wait a few minutes for it to cool off.” He says
I roll my eyes. I’m starving. All the teasing and then the intense conversation. I know that I will need this food if the rest of the evening goes as I want it to.
“Anyways, I want you in my life. I want you as my girlfriend. Naughty and otherwise.” He says as he grabs my thigh and pulls me closer.
His face gets very close to mine and I close my eyes expecting a kiss. He pecks me on the fore head and whispers “Eat your food. You will need it for later.”
Our bodies remain close together as we eat in silence. I can not taste the first several bites due to processing his answer and the possibilities of later.
The burger turns out to be the best I had ever had. Flavorful and juicy. The fries were home made at the restaurant and perfect strings. We finish them in silence. However, my brain is so loud. I finally have my answers. I can finally breathe and just enjoy him. I start unconsciously squirming in my seat. Partly from the taste of the food and from finally getting to take the shield off.
He’s watching me again. Fully engrossed in my face.
“Are you ready to leave?” he asks as he finishes the last drink of his beer.
“Sure” I reply
Wanda walks up as he waves at her. He hands her cash and tells her to keep the rest. We stand. He hugs her good bye and she hugs me. As we go to walk away she grabs my hand and says in my ear. “He’s a good man. He has a lot to give”
“I know. Thank you” I reply as I hug her again
I catch up to him. His eyes question me but he visibly decide not to ask. We climb back into his truck and ride back to his house in silence. Just the existence of us being in the same place with everything resolved has the stress from the last several months shedding off of me in leafs.
We park in his driveway but don’t get out. He holds my hand and breathes deeply. He goes to say something and then stops. I look over at him questioning what he is thinking about. “Are you ready to go inside?” he asks.
I shrug not really caring. My mind and heart are at peace. I could exist here for hours. But I reach for my seat belt as he gets out and comes around to open my door. I jump out, into his arms, and kiss him like my life depends on it. He returns the kiss as his hands keep me steady holding my hips.
We release each other and walk inside. Once again he pushes me against the hallway wall. One hand roaming my hips and waist while the other goes to my neck directly under my chin. I slightly push into him as he is pushes against me. Our bodies won’t get close enough. His thumb is petting the sides of my neck. He adds slight pressure making my head swim with the pleasure of his rough skin against mine. My hands find his belt loops to keep pulling him towards me. I don’t want to let go.
His hand finds the hem of the dress and pulls it up. Blindly exploring my body until he reaches my pussy. I grind into it. He inserts one finger and I moan into his mouth. He’s gentle with his exploration but consistently gets harder. My entire body is shaking into him but not allowing myself to climb.
My hands are roaming his body exploring his biceps, shoulders, neck memorizing every inch of how his skin feels under my hands. The hungry exploration continues. The need is palpable between us. My pussy begins to clench around his finger making me buck into him.
I look into his eyes to see if he will allow me to cum. His need is just as intense that it startles me. His fingers stop and I whine. They resume and pause over and over as we maintain eye contact. Finally, he says “Cum. Do it for me.”
I wrap my arms around his neck and shoulder and my orgasm cums in an explosion. Loud. Hard. Eruptive.
I lay my head against his chest breathing heavily. His finger exits me, he picks me up and carries me to his room. He lays me on the bed. I watch him turn the bathroom light on and the bedroom light off. He’s remembering. I want to be able to see him but an overhead light overwhelms my senses. He continues to move around the room pulling things out of drawers and placing them on the end of the bed. A rope. A wand. A small crock.
I exhale loudly. He looks over at me and smiles happily. He finishes preparing and walks to the side of the bed. “That was just the beginning. Are you ready to continue?”
I smile shakily and nod my head yes. “I will not do anything you can’t handle. If it gets to overwhelming tell me to stop. You will not make me mad or disappoint me. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” I say confidently
I feel like I’m barely breathing as he bends down and kisses me again. This is lighter not as intense. His fingers start lightly tracing my arms and legs. Goosebumps form on my skin every where that he touches. He grins and looks into my eyes. I reach up to touch him and he grabs my wrists. “No, you are not allowed to touch me.” I whimper but put my hands down.
“Good girl” he says
I feel my insides go to jelly as he says this. It has been so long since he has called me a good girl. His fingers go the top buttons of the dress unbuttoning each and stroking the skin underneath. He makes it to the buttons right past my bra reaches behind me, unsnaps it, and tosses it next to the bed. He continues unbuttoning until my breast and stomach are fully exposed. He continues stroking my skin, paying close attention to each spot. He travels back up to my breasts tweaking each nipple gently. Our breathing gets in sync. I’m watching his fingers mesmerized by the look and feel of him. He pulls harder and harder with each sequence on my nipples. On the last pull I squeal and reflexively reach for his hand. He grabs my wrist again before I can touch him. “I said no.”
He says as he releases my hands and grabs at the end of the bed. He brings back the rope and precedes to tie it around my wrists. My eyes close as I feel it touch my skin and think “Well if this is punishment I might want to keep disobeying.” He finishes tying it on my wrists and secures the rope to the headboard. My eyes are still closed but I feel him lift my head and place something cloth around my eyes. “Oh no. Not two senses at once.” I say to myself but out loud. I hear him catch a laugh in his throat.
I can now only hear his breath and feel his touch. He starts back with his light to hard sequence on my nipples. However, this time when he gets to the hardest from before I did not squeal, I sighed and arched my back seeking more. He gave me more until I recoiled back instead of forward. “Mm” I hear him moan “Too much, baby?” he asks.
“Yes” I reply.
He fingers move back to my buttons. He unfastens each until I can feel slight heat on my pussy from the heat of his hands or at least I think it is his hands. I move my hips to find out. He swats my thigh. “No” is all he says.
He mumbles under his breath “I guess I will need better restraints next time.”
I laugh out loud and I hear him growl. I feel him at my feet clasping something on each of them. I don’t know what this is. He didn’t put it on the bed. I go back into my memory. That’s it. He said he has a spreader bar. Oh fuck I’m not sure I want this yet. But I wait. I don’t say anything. If I don’t like it all I have to do is say stop. He unbuttons the last few buttons of the dress. He moves the dress up my body, threw my arms and up to the rope where I can feel the straps on my fingers and the cloth around my face.
He flips me onto my stomach. And then he is at my ear. I feel his hot breath before he speaks.” I know we never discussed the spreader bar but I have to teach you to not try and control what is happening. If you do not want it I will take it off. Do you want me to take it off?”
“No” I reply.
The next thing I feel is his hands on my ass. Hard. kneading. His hands move up my back and down my arms back down my back and down to my ass. When he gets to my ass he squeezes and kneads. He does this several times each getting harder and rougher. The roughness of his hands against my soft skin has such and intoxicating effect. My body relaxes and tenses. Each time he makes it to my ass and squeezes hard I pull on the hand restraints and the restraints pull back. Each time his hands glide up my back my brain releases a little more. The only thing that exists in the room is his hands.
“You have such an amazing ass.” He says as he pulls my hips and gets me onto my knees. My ass sticking out quietly begging for more. He rubs and kneads my ass again but this time his hand comes down hard on my right cheek. I feel my pussy clench and wetness form instantly with the hit. He rubs down the cheek and massages it. Then his hand comes down hard on the left cheek rubs and massages. Over and over again until I am a moaning wet mess. My brain is only on the rhythm, stinging, and his hand. I meet each spank begging inside my head for more. My fingers gripping the rope feeling the smoothness underneath my hands.
“How are you doing baby? I think it’s time for a break.” He says quietly.
He unclasps the bar from each ankle and lays me back down onto my stomach. I moan feeling the sting on my ass as pain for the first time while my brain starts to wake up. He removes the blindfold and I feel the tears for the first time. They are freely allowed to fall down my cheeks. I look into his eyes. They are full of admiration and want.
“Are you ok? Do we need to stop?” he asks.
“Yes, I’m ok. Please don’t stop. That felt so amazing” I reply with a smile.
His hands cup my face and he strokes down my cheek wiping the tears away.
“Are you sure? I will not be disappointed if we stop.” He asks again.
“I want all of you. I do not want to stop.” I say with a firmer tone.
He reaches above my head and pulls the rope off the headboard. He rolls me onto my side and climbs behind me on the bed cradling my body with his. My hands are still tied. I can’t reach to touch him. I want to touch him so badly.
He begins caressing my body again. I move back into him feeling his clothes and heat on all my exposed skin. His arm reaches around me and pulls my hip positioning me onto my back. His hand cups one breast and his mouth goes to the other nipple. At first sucking lightly and then getting harder.
“Aww.” I moan out in pain and my back arches up to meet his mouth. His hands begin to roam harshly on my skin causing my skin to turn on fire. My hips start moving. He shoves them down hard as his teeth bite the nipple he is sucking on. He moans vibrating the sensitive skin. His nails dig into my skin as his mouth reaches mine. I can feel his want in my mouth. The heat of his chest radiating into mine as he is halfway on me.
“Will you take your shirt off please?” I ask as he pulls away slightly to breathe.
He obliges and quickly removes his shirt over his head and throws it to the same side of the room my clothes are on. I watch him mesmerized by the look of his body. My fingers grip the rope. I want to touch him. I need to touch him.
“May I touch you?” I whisper with need.
“Not yet” he whispers back firmly.
His need is as visible as mine. His body is vibrating next to me. His hot skin on mine makes me breathe deeply and close my eyes. He sharply inserts a finger.
“God, you are so wet and tight. Do you need to cum?” he asks breathily.
I nod my head no. “I just want to feel you.”
His finger moves in and out. Hard and fast. Assaulting my entrance. He makes me climb and then stops. The same as earlier but much harsher. I can feel him watching me as I open my eyes. He’s so intense. I haven’t seen his eyes like this before. He grins at me but the look remains.
“Do you need to cum?” he asks again.
I nod no again as he resumes the assault. I moan and scream relishing the pain with the pleasure. My hips try to move as he holds me down. He growls as he kisses me. I moan into his mouth not being able to return the kiss. His mouth remains on mine. I can taste him and feel my vibration at the same time.
My mind goes numb. My body releases all fight to control anything. His hands and mouth move along my body pleasing me in different ways. They make me make sounds I have never made before. My body moves with him but not with me willing it. I watch him but I don’t see him. I only feel the rhythm of our bodies. What he is doing mixed with how I am responding. He watches me with the same look in his eyes as I feel in my body.
He stands and removes his pants and socks. He leans over me and unties the rope from my hands.
“Baby? Are you ok? How are you feeling?” He asks.
“Mm, don’t stop” I beg.
“We need a break.” He commands.
I nod my head and close my eyes trying to will the feeling to stay. My heart and mind are at such peace. I feel him climb back into the bed and cover us both up.
He grabs my hands and puts something in it. I open my eyes confused. I laugh as I realize it is my water bottle.
“Drink” he orders.
I sit up and do as I’m told. I did not realize how thirsty I was until I started drinking. God, I am starving too. I put the bottle back onto the floor and turn my back to him pressing my body into him. He wraps his arms around me and moans. I can feel his cock hard against me. Throbbing and pulsing into the crease of my ass.
“Do you need to cum?” he asks with a slightly joking tone.
“Yes, please.” realizing I had not allowed him to let me cum for hours.
He grabs my hips and gently enters me. I am so raw and sore from all the rough fingering that I wince.
“Don’t worry I will be gentle” he soothes.
His hands remain in my hips. His body moving forward and mine pushes backwards. Soft and slow. He feels so good inside of me. I realize my hands are free to roam. I reach for his wrist and relish the feel of his skin in mine. My mind swirls and spins. Our bodies moving together. The need radiating between us. He pulls out and moves me on top of him. He enters me again. We both exhale with the amazing feel. I ride him as he holds my hands to give me leverage. My core tightens. It surges through my back, arms, and legs. My head slams backwards as he pushes deeper into me shattering my orgasm. I scream out and release. I crash on his chest as he continues to fuck me from underneath. Within seconds my orgasm climbs again. My pussy clenching around his cock. He rolls us to where I am on my back looking up at him. My hands roaming his body freely. He starts pumping hard into me.
“Do you want me to cum?” he asks.
“I need to feel you cum.” I plea.
He rocks harder and harder. My orgasm climbs to its peak as he releases himself into me. I feel the pressure combine inside of me.
He lays on my chest breathing hard allowing his body weight to relax into me. I put my hands on his head and run my fingers through his hair. Petting him. Caressing his skin. I run my hands down his neck and back until he moans.
“You are going to make me hard again.” He moans out.
“You won’t hear me complain about that.” I say amused as I buck my hips slightly upwards and laugh.
He rolls off of me and lays on his back. He grabs my hands in his and holds it onto his chest.
“You did so good tonight. I am amazed at how much pain you were able to handle.” He commends me.
“Thank you. I think. I’m hungry.” I say with a giggle as I sit up on my elbows and lay my head on his stomach. His hand goes to my head and caresses my hair. I can feel him smiling even though I’m not looking at him.
“Do you want to go to the kitchen and get something to eat?” he asks sleepily
I sit up quickly and jump to my feet. My body feels so spent but my mind is jittery and excited. “Of course.”
He sits up amused and moves slower to his feet. A bewildered look on his face. “How are you moving with so much energy?”
“I’m completely satisfied and happy.” I say almost bouncing as I tiptoe up to give him a peck on his lips.
He rolls his eyes laughing at my giddiness. He grabs my hand and leads me to the kitchen.