My mind is like a radio with no off switch – constantly flipping through stations. But always drifting to your frequency. Drifting, dialing into your presence when you deem me worthy. My need to please, to be your good girl when I’m in your orbit.
Your car in the driveway makes the hair on my arms stand on end in anticipation, as I try to make myself look busy so maybe the want I feel for you will be less obvious.
As soon as you get over the threshold you clock me, trying to look nonchalant. Click your tongue in admonishment because you can smell the desire pooling in the gusset of my lacy underclothes in anticipation of your arrival. Without a word, you drop your bag at the door, unbutton your polished cotton shirt to halfway down your chest, relaxed and totally sure of yourself. Sex on two legs making me visibly shiver when you saunter over with the stride of a man who knows how to fuck.
“Look at me.” You say, quiet but commanding. Demanding in the lowest of tones to be obeyed. I lift my eyes to yours, pupils already blown out with lust.
Sure hands grip my face, lips brushing, teasing, sharing breath but never quite touching. My insides liquefy and melt when you nip at my lower lip, pull it between your teeth with a growl that pours out from the depths of your belly.
A quick digression to deep, soul-to-soul kisses. Tongues a tango while fingers grip my scalp, guiding my head to give you the most access. Lips travel. Jawline, neck, the tendon from the collarbone. Little nips. Hot breath makes me sigh in contentment. But then you stop and you give me that look. The one I know so well.
I drop to my knees – where I belong and work the front of your denim open with practiced ease. Push the fabric open. Belt hanging off your hips while I kiss the skin above the waistband of your underwear. Fingers still intertwined in my hair, an anchor, a guide as I take the waistband between my teeth. Let the band snap back against your skin with an arched eyebrow and a bratty smirk. You wrap my hair around a hand, pull back to force my eyes up to yours, a warning to behave. Give me that look and I swallow hard because I know what you want from me now.
“Do it.” You command and I obey immediately. Pull you free and kiss the tip, reverently. Wrap a hand around as much as I can of you and set you on my tongue. I close my eyes and take a moment to relish the weight of you in my mouth. Close my lips and let you sink into me. The taste of your skin heady, making me swoon and hold my breath while I reacquaint myself with the size of you in my mouth.
“Breathe, baby. Through your nose. Relax for me.” You urge, your voice like warm honey through my veins. I fill my lungs and hollow my throat while you hold me steady and push in deep. Hold yourself there for a moment then slide your hips back. I catch my breath then take it upon myself to work you with my mouth for a few moments until your grip on my hair tightens again.
“Eyes on me.” You command, pushing all the way back in and I try to relax, but you’re so big that there’s a moment of panic when you hit the back of my throat and there’s still more to go. Eyes watering, mascara running, nose kissing your pelvic bone. Holding me there with careful, practiced domination. My eyes never leave yours though and I can see the desire building there.
“Come on, babygirl. Just a little more.” You push that last quarter inch, forcing the choke, but I steel myself in order to please you. It’s what I live for. Another moment and you finally retreat, leaving me gasping and my saliva all over your cock and balls.
“Good girl.” Your praise makes me glow and melt even while looking like I’ve been in a fight. Pick me up off the floor and turn me to bend me over the arm of the sofa, not even bothering to find a bed.
Skirt goes up as my panties go down, wrapped around my thighs as you bury yourself into my pussy with one practiced stroke. Nice and tight and making me shake and claw at the sofa cushions.
“So fucking wet for me. All for me.” You growl as you slide out and push back in, hard. Make me cry out from the depth and stretch. Practiced fingers stroke my clit in perfect time with your strokes inside me and the climax sneaks up on me like a thief, ninja-like in its stealth without even so much as a by-your-leave but that leaves me breathless and shaking while you fuck me through it. Not letting up for even a moment as you keep pressing and pressing. Deep, thorough strokes that push the breath from my body every time you bottom out inside me.
The second climax crashes through me with more violence, more intensity making me cry out while my legs shake and a hot rush of slick slips over your cock, easing your path inside me even more. You swear brutally and fold over my back, your own climax steadily building with each thrust. Murmurs initially unintelligible against my skin start to take on shape and form as I come down just a little from my high.
“Fuck, babygirl. You’re fucking perfect. Taking me so well. Tell me what you feel.”
“I…I f-feel…” I stammer, unable to form words because I’m so overwhelmed from you. Babbling nonsense instead and hope that you’re too far gone too to notice. But I should know better. You’re too tuned into my frequency now.
“Use your words, baby.” You admonish and I blush, caught. When I don’t respond quick enough, you push in extra deep and hard, your hips snapping and balls hitting my clit in the most perfect stroke. And this stroke unleashes something deeper in me, something more profound. Something more real than anything I’ve experienced with you thus far and it terrifies me.
“Over-whelmed.” I confess, breathless. “Too much. Too good. I can’t breathe…” And it all hits me at once. Silent tears that hold all of the fears of abandonment and trust ooze down my cheeks and add to the intensity of our sweat-slicked skin gliding over one another. I try to hide my face, but you notice this too and you stop on the next thrust. Buried to the absolute limit, your hands reach for mine, lacing our fingers together and your lips brushing along my shoulder blades and the nape of my neck. An attempt to soothe, but it just feels even more intimate – even more like love. But this has never been on the table before. This has always just been ‘for fun’. But somewhere along the line it’s evolved or devolved, I’m not sure which. And I shiver for what this may all mean.
You pull out and pick me up to turn me around, because my legs are shaking to the point of being utterly useless, before setting me on the armrest of the sofa. My panties discarded and tossed aside before you put your hands on my face, gathering up the unbidden tears on your fingers. I close my eyes in an effort to hide my feelings from you, scared of your reaction – scared of the inevitable rejection. But it never comes. The only response to my emotional breakdown is the deepest of kisses to my lips, hands lifting my calves to wrap them around your hips before you grip my hips and slide back inside with a stroke so perfect, so intense that I scramble for purchase against your forearms.
“Don’t be afraid. I feel it too.” You say against my lips, between kisses. And I nod in understanding. We’re on the same page. But before we get too down in the muck of this newfound discovery, you start to move again and it takes on a whole new meaning. The emotion coupled with the sheer intensity of you inside me sends me over the edge for a third time with nothing but the perfect strokes of your cock through the heated slick of my skin. I’m shaking and faltering in your arms while you bury yourself inside me once, twice, a third time before you come completely undone inside me with a roar that makes me clench around you – milking you until you’re panting and completely spent.
You pull my arms around your neck and deposit us onto the comfy sofa, still half-dressed. But where we’re bared, the sweat cools our skin quickly in the air-conditioned space and makes us both shiver a little. But it’s unclear if this shiver is from the cold room or from the intensity of the exchange. Maybe both. But warmth soon follows as we wrap into one another, arms and legs intertwined until we can no longer tell where each of us begins and ends. Gentle kisses while I nuzzle into your chest like a child and let the quiet envelop us.