“That’s because I’m really, really…”
“Turned on. You’re really turned on.”
Thank goodness he knows the right words because until yesterday I knew nothing at all.
He rubs my best spot until I whimper and writhe, but he moves his fingers before I reach that delicious explosion. He slides one finger all the way inside me. I’m so wet down there that it makes a sucking sound.
I bend my legs and plant my feet on the mattress far apart to open myself all the way for him. He pumps his fingers, and I fumble around with my hands until I finally reach up for the simple wood headboard. I hold on to it as he moves his finger inside me enthusiastically.
It’s so good, but it’s not enough. I whine and gasp and squirm around.
“You really like this, don’t you?” he murmurs thickly. “You’re all excited. You want to come so bad.”
“Yes! I need to come. So bad!” The sensations are so intense that I’m a little afraid my head might burst open from the pressure.
“I like to see you like this. All hot and eager and sweet and sexy.” He moves his thumb to the very best spot and presses against it. “My wife. My honey cake.”
I cry out loudly at the surge of pleasure.
“There it is. That’s what you need. You’re doing realgood now. Just let yourself feel it. It’s gonna be so good for you.”
I’m almost sobbing as his hand works vigorously between my legs, and then all the rising sensations erupt in waves of hot pleasure.
“There you go. That’s what you wanted. Keep going as long as you need.” He’s still pumping his hand as my inner walls clamp down around his finger. “You need even more, don’t you? Don’t pull back yet.”
I do as he says, not even embarrassed by my uninhibited performance. He strokes me through up to one more explosion.
Then he finally withdraws his hand as I collapse back on the bed, limp and panting and spent.
He’s reallyturned onnow too. He’s tense. His face is red. He’s even sweating a little. But he waits until I recover before he moves over me, positioning himself between my legs the way he did yesterday.
His penis is just as big and hard as last night. He moves it into place, groaning long and loud as he sinks inside me.
It’s just as tight as it was yesterday. He’s not as hesitant because it’s not supposed to hurt this time. It doesn’t hurt, but it’s still a lot of pressure.
I want him to get what he needs the way he gave it to me, but I don’t love how this feels.
He’s so big. He’s on top of me, and the pressure inside me from the penetration is genuinely uncomfortable.
“Does it feel good this time?” he asks raggedly whenhe’s most of the way in. He’s holding himself very still on top of me.
“Y-yeah,” I manage to say. “It’s good.”
“So I can… You’re ready for me to…”
“Yeah. I’m ready. It’s your turn now.”
Itishis turn. It’s only fair after how good he made me feel. I wish I liked it more, but it doesn’t matter. He wants to do this, and I want to do it too.
He thrusts in and out, pushing into me with a steady rhythm that obviously makes him feel incredibly good. He groans a few times and starts grunting in that animalistic way, like the sensations are taking him over.
I like that he feels that way. That he can take satisfaction in me.
It doesn’t matter if it feels good to me or not.
I try to talk to him the way he talks to me when it’s my turn. I tell him he’s doing good, that this is exactly right, that I want him to feel this way, that he can take what he wants.
It must encourage him because his speed gets faster and harder. He’s shaking the bed so much it’s bumping against the wall. My body is jostled with every hard push. And the bruises on my ass are really hurting.
