Sunday, November 21, 2010

So where do we stand?

The last few times I hung out with SM, nothing sexual happened. We either listened to music or comedy and then went to bed and cuddled. Cute, worthwhile moments but not really something to write home about. I've been traveling a lot lately so seeing him had been inconsistent. When I got back from my most recent trip, I really wanted to see him. He rarely texts and I was still on edge about calling, so I looked for him at his favorite hangouts, but to no avail.

I sent a simple "What's happening?" text with no response around midnight. I stayed at our favorite bar until they kicked me out, hoping he might show. I was far too awake at that point but went home for lack of something to do. At 3 am, my phone rings.

"Hello?" I answer.

"Hey." It was SM.

"What's up?"

"We could do this all night."

I had no idea what he meant or what the rest of his night had consisted of, so I figured I should ask what he wanted directly. There was a long pause before he answered with slightly slurred speech.

"I want meet my house. I'm headed there now."

I arrive, and we make small talk with his roommate in the living room. The two of them had attended a show at a different bar and were pretty drunk. The roommate went to make food, so we were there alone. I wasn't sure what to expect sitting there.

He put his arm around me, and I fell into him naturally. As much as I love sex, sometimes it's just nice to be held close. A ridiculous song came on a mix his roommate was playing, and he laughs. I asked what he'd put on instead.

"Nina Simone."

"Sounds perfect."

He kissed me.

"We had better go downstairs then."

I expected to sit in his recliner, watch him drink wine and wait for an undetermined amount of time for something to happen. Instead I sat in his computer chair as he put on the aforementioned music, then went back upstairs to fill his water bottle. He returned, just standing in the middle of the room with a blank look on his face. I got up.

"You can have your chair."

He shakes his head and gestures toward his bedroom.

We climb in bed, clothed. I assume we are going to sleep, something I wouldn't have been sad about. We curl into each other, Nina singing her heart out in the next room. I am content.

After many motionless moments, he kisses me deeply. We get tangled in each other, are all over the bed. He pulls me on top of him, his hands are everywhere. I pull off my shirt and throw it across the room. He attacks my left breast with his mouth and rolls me over. His hand reaches up to my face, and I take a finger into my mouth, sucking deeply.

"I learned that trick in the 7th grade. The idea transfers nicely." Of course I couldn't JUST suck on his fingers, there were more important things to suck on.

We contort ourselves into a version of 69, rolling around, trying to keep our mouths in contact with each other. I try to take him as deeply as possible and he moans a bit into my cunt and he licks me furiously. After a few orgasms, we stop to breathe.

He tells me that if there's anything he could ever do to make it better, that I should let him know. I let on that I like to be spanked, and love being fucked from behind. At the bar a while back, I had mentioned a video to him, one that CW had shown me, of Nina Hartley giving a lesson on how to eat pussy. I brought it back up, saying that while what he had been doing to me was excellent, this video might give him a few ideas.

Still naked, we shared his recliner and watched. It's only about 10 minutes...I pointed out the parts that I particularly liked. He seemed unimpressed. I was mildly embarrassed, but figured it couldn't hurt.

Later, we end up back in bed, and whether it was conscious or unconscious, his ministrations on my cunt had become more advanced. It was so delicious having my g-spot massaged as he licked right underneath my clit. It left me begging for his cock to be inside me.

He was hesitant at first...but after a while the passion got the better of us and he slid into my dripping cunt. He couldn't fuck me hard enough...I needed it so much. He never orgasms when we fuck, he just seems to decide when it's over and rolls off. Somewhat disappointing, but he doesn't seem to mind too much.

As I lie there trying to catch my breath, something occurs to me.

"Turnabout is fair play. What are you into?"

He laughs a little and then tells me that he likes anal, being scratched and bitten in the heat of passion, and that he likes it when the girl is in control. So noted!

I was still all worked up and he was looking like he was going to pass out, so as he was laying on his back, I cuddled up to him, breathing dirty talk into his ear. My hips subconsciously rocked against his body, I couldn't help it.

"This morning, before work, I got myself off thinking about you. Bending me over a random piece of furniture, tearing my pants down and fucking my ass."

He seemed to like this line of conversation. He could tell I was still hot and bothered so he reached between my legs to give me a few more orgasms because he knew I was in need. I love that he didn't leave me hanging. Eventually, I had come enough that I passed out along with him.

When we awoke in the morning, he couldn't keep his hands off me. My leg wrapped around his body, our flesh grinding against each other, all very intense, but curiously devoid of kissing for quite some time. Somehow that made it even hotter. My nails firmly pressed into the skin of his back, his leg slips between mine where he discovered my desires had gotten the better of me. A combination of my hips grinding against him and his leg pressing into me, almost imperceptibly moving back and forth sent me over the edge, drenching him. His lips on my neck, my teeth baring into his shoulder as I came again and again.

He lays in a few good spanks even with my body plastered to him, then easily slips two fingers into my cunt from behind. I writhe against his touch, nearly fucking his fingers. I can't get enough of him. Eventually he rolls me onto my back and pushes my knees to my chest. I grab a pillow and place it under my hips to improve the angle. No slow motion here, he immediately slides all the way in and starts fucking me with abandon. I couldn't argue one bit, I needed exactly that. Sometimes when in that position I throw my head back and lose myself, but with him, looking at how gorgeous he is only added to the turn on.

It always seems to end a little too soon...I really want him to cum from fucking me. Someday. He never leaves me unsatisfied though, his fingers instantaneously found all the necessary spots and made me cum until even I was over-sensitized and was done.

These are the moments where all I want to do is fall back asleep in his embrace, but alas, he had to go to work. I watched him dress, marveling at his exquisite body.

Damn, am I a lucky girl or what?

1 comment:

Kold_Kadavr_flatliner said...

Grrr. Git some followers, girl.