I'm just a tease...
Oct. 13th, 2009 03:56 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spritechanI'm sitting here, trying to pick out a perfect story to tell. Should I talk about the time we had sex on a table? Our loud romps at 4am? Quickies while the oven preheats?
We had decided to shower. Showering together, even just for the sake of it, is amazing. Hands and eyes can roam, soap makes your bodies slick. The shower gets started, clothes come off. We stand there kissing waiting for the water to warm up. He puts a hand in the small of my back, pulls me close... well, as close as he can before his giant boner gets in the way. It slides across my tummy, settling somewhere around my hip. The kissing intensifies and I run my hands through his hair, tease his ear. We stop and look at each other for a moment, falling deep into each other's eyes while the shower water blasts away.
Into the shower. The water's hot, but I am cold. He pulls me to the side, squeezed up against him to get wet too. I run my hands around his slippery hips, tease him by playing with his dick a little. First a touch, then a couple strokes. Then I put my hands on his ass and push him into me. We giggle, and kiss some more. His hand wanders, teases my clit.
There's a ledge in his shower that's meant for a person to sit on if need be. He decided to sit there. He pulls me to him, to the point I fall into him. I laugh, and ask him what he wants. I put my knees on either side of him, let him push roughly into me. It hurts, but in a good way. We rock in rhythm for a few minutes, the water running down our faces, making everything very slippery.
He grabs my butt to support my weight and stands us up. He presses me against the opposite wall of the shower. Thrusts into me for a minute or two before I lower one of my legs for support. He continues to do me up against the wall until I lower my other leg and stand on tiptoe. He lowers himself a bit to accommodate as well and decides to finger me too. It's all hot and wet and suffocating and so good. After awhile we decide to stop and finish the shower. We both know that we'll pick up where we left off once the shower is done. This is actually uncommon; normally if showering turns to sex he will remove me from the shower and direct me to a couch.
After we get out and semi dry off, he sits on the couch. We talk and tease and I climb on top of him, intending to grind and tease. Instead it seems he doesn't want to wait and pushes on my hips so he slides in. I'm pounding him pretty good, and he mentions how it's been too long since the last time. He loses control of his hands and they fall to his sides. He twitches and arches his back over and over again while I grind into him. A moan escapes him when I bend down and tease my tongue into his ear.
Suddenly I stop, with just the tip inside me. He slowly opens his eyes, begging me to continue. We maintain eye contact while I slowly give a little more and a little more before going back to just teasing his tip. And then I slam down onto him, making him cry out and squeeze my back. I pick up my motions, going faster than before. He grabs onto me, moving me to his own thrusts. When his moans and twitches pick up, I slow again. Stop. Tease. Go slowly. Ever so slowly, relishing the torture he receives.
"You know what doing this to me will get you." He says.
"What if I want it?" I say huskily into his ear.
He lets me repeat the cycle one more time before grabbing onto me and flipping me on my back. He then starts thrusting, hard, and fast. He secures a hand underneath me so I can't scoot away. I roll my hips to his movements, moaning, gasping, and every so often crying out in pain and pleasure as a rogue thrust reaches the end of me. He repositions us to get better access and continues.
"You want to come?" I coo at him.
"So bad." He gasps back.
I increase my movements, rolling more in a figure-8 now than just a straight shot. I kiss his neck, his chin. Pull his hair and lick his ear. I can feel it building, and his moans reach a crescendo and I watch his face contort as the first waves hit him. I match his moans as he continues to fuck me while he comes more and more. He slows his paces and pushes deep into me. I squeeze him with my muscles and sigh. We lay there panting for a moment. He gives me a few more thrusts before slowly pulling out of me. I ask if I can "clean" him up. He obliges. I go slowly, putting him in my mouth just an inch at time, savoring the taste of me on him, mixed with his come. I go up and down a few times, enjoying every vein in his thick shaft. Then I pull off and admire him for a minute before laying down on his chest. He tells me that the sex was too good, that it had been too long and he had no hope of control (even though his quickies are the average man's long time).
I kind've figured. That's why I tortured him.
We had decided to shower. Showering together, even just for the sake of it, is amazing. Hands and eyes can roam, soap makes your bodies slick. The shower gets started, clothes come off. We stand there kissing waiting for the water to warm up. He puts a hand in the small of my back, pulls me close... well, as close as he can before his giant boner gets in the way. It slides across my tummy, settling somewhere around my hip. The kissing intensifies and I run my hands through his hair, tease his ear. We stop and look at each other for a moment, falling deep into each other's eyes while the shower water blasts away.
Into the shower. The water's hot, but I am cold. He pulls me to the side, squeezed up against him to get wet too. I run my hands around his slippery hips, tease him by playing with his dick a little. First a touch, then a couple strokes. Then I put my hands on his ass and push him into me. We giggle, and kiss some more. His hand wanders, teases my clit.
There's a ledge in his shower that's meant for a person to sit on if need be. He decided to sit there. He pulls me to him, to the point I fall into him. I laugh, and ask him what he wants. I put my knees on either side of him, let him push roughly into me. It hurts, but in a good way. We rock in rhythm for a few minutes, the water running down our faces, making everything very slippery.
He grabs my butt to support my weight and stands us up. He presses me against the opposite wall of the shower. Thrusts into me for a minute or two before I lower one of my legs for support. He continues to do me up against the wall until I lower my other leg and stand on tiptoe. He lowers himself a bit to accommodate as well and decides to finger me too. It's all hot and wet and suffocating and so good. After awhile we decide to stop and finish the shower. We both know that we'll pick up where we left off once the shower is done. This is actually uncommon; normally if showering turns to sex he will remove me from the shower and direct me to a couch.
After we get out and semi dry off, he sits on the couch. We talk and tease and I climb on top of him, intending to grind and tease. Instead it seems he doesn't want to wait and pushes on my hips so he slides in. I'm pounding him pretty good, and he mentions how it's been too long since the last time. He loses control of his hands and they fall to his sides. He twitches and arches his back over and over again while I grind into him. A moan escapes him when I bend down and tease my tongue into his ear.
Suddenly I stop, with just the tip inside me. He slowly opens his eyes, begging me to continue. We maintain eye contact while I slowly give a little more and a little more before going back to just teasing his tip. And then I slam down onto him, making him cry out and squeeze my back. I pick up my motions, going faster than before. He grabs onto me, moving me to his own thrusts. When his moans and twitches pick up, I slow again. Stop. Tease. Go slowly. Ever so slowly, relishing the torture he receives.
"You know what doing this to me will get you." He says.
"What if I want it?" I say huskily into his ear.
He lets me repeat the cycle one more time before grabbing onto me and flipping me on my back. He then starts thrusting, hard, and fast. He secures a hand underneath me so I can't scoot away. I roll my hips to his movements, moaning, gasping, and every so often crying out in pain and pleasure as a rogue thrust reaches the end of me. He repositions us to get better access and continues.
"You want to come?" I coo at him.
"So bad." He gasps back.
I increase my movements, rolling more in a figure-8 now than just a straight shot. I kiss his neck, his chin. Pull his hair and lick his ear. I can feel it building, and his moans reach a crescendo and I watch his face contort as the first waves hit him. I match his moans as he continues to fuck me while he comes more and more. He slows his paces and pushes deep into me. I squeeze him with my muscles and sigh. We lay there panting for a moment. He gives me a few more thrusts before slowly pulling out of me. I ask if I can "clean" him up. He obliges. I go slowly, putting him in my mouth just an inch at time, savoring the taste of me on him, mixed with his come. I go up and down a few times, enjoying every vein in his thick shaft. Then I pull off and admire him for a minute before laying down on his chest. He tells me that the sex was too good, that it had been too long and he had no hope of control (even though his quickies are the average man's long time).
I kind've figured. That's why I tortured him.
