Thursday, April 13, 2006Just Right
True, but third person.
He comes to her in a particularly submissive and excited mood, but she's tired. She's overwhelmed with life and just basically done. She's feeling disconnected and old and boring. She figures they should just go to bed.
He accepts the response, but still maintains a loving and calm presence, and gently talks to her about the day, the week, and life in general until they are laughing and communicating easily. He says a few things on purpose to irritate her into smacking him around (with good humor). With the ping pong paddle. His ass gets sore and red, and he is more excited, but she's not ready. Not yet.
So he instigates a tickle fight. She wins. She always does. Now she's ready.
She requests (she rarely demands, no point in being impolite) a full body rub, he complies. He starts with her feet and gently runs his hands and fingers over her calves and the backs of her knees--he knows she loves that.
He moves upward, stroking belly and breasts, hands and arms. He ends in her hair, at first gentle, then rougher, pulling at the roots until she moans. He returns to her breasts and she is glad he finally accepts her demands for rougher nipple play. He attacks them with gusto, pinching, rubbing, pulling and biting until the trickle of wetness between her legs becomes a bit of a flood and she is ready for him. And he, oh he is ready for her. Cock hard and demanding as always, but his cock is not in charge anymore.
He slides inside her easily (condom in place). She demands rough treatment, to be fucked hard and long despite his urgency for release. He is up for it, and slams up hard inside her, groaning with the effort of holding back. She can feel the length of him and when she comes she makes him still, so he can feel it gripping him. He comes soon after with a loud shout and lays his head on her breasts, both heaving and panting with exhaustion and simple joy.