Mitigating Circumstances conclusion
I had sex this morning. It was a bit perfunctory, but I suppose any orgasm is better than no orgasm. I've always had this thing for making love in the morning, (not that I've had that much opportunity to capitalize on that.)
I am still not over myjuvenille I hate you, you bastard thinganger thing, but I deleted my little emotional outburst since it certainly is counter productive to expend that amount of life energy on such negative feelings. Better to direct it toward hot passion. He really doesn't deserve it anyway, and I shouldn't care.
*~*~Z*~*~~*~*~*~omgwtf where were we? Oh yes, playful forplay, as our hero has taken charge of the situation, layingmeSabine down on the bed…
If you want to start at the beginning go here and work backward.
She giggled. He laughed. She lifted her foot and trailed it down his belly as he knelt above working on the button and fly on his jeans. With a pointed, daring look she slid it down his erection, and he paused undressing to watch her pretty pink toes tease the soft cotton of his briefs with just a hint of pressure. She felt his dick twitch, and her own sex became wetter and throbbed, begging for it.
He grabbed her foot and pulled her closer, bring it up toward his face. Her head slid off the pillow as she shifted down the bed. He kissed her ankle, and then with a maddeningly slow pace trailed his lips and tongue slowly down her calf, pausing behind her knee. Just the thought of him going there; just one touch, one breath, and she'd come. She closed her eyes, wondering if he could hear the blood rushing through her body from her pounding heart. She felt his soft wavy hair alternating with the stubble of his cheek against her sensitive skin. He was nuzzling her thigh, trailing kisses across her hip; his mouth was everywhere except where he was making her ache for it to be, and he knew it. Oh God he knew her too well. She writhed under him, her body acting under his spell.
"Please," she said softly, in between rhythmic pants of breath.
"Please what?" Came his murmured reply against the flesh of her belly. A hand crept up the inside of her leg.
"Uh," was all she could manage to say.
"Please what, Sabine?" His mouth was now at her breast, a thumb was gently parting her below. She cradled his head and ground her body against the hand and fingers making their way inside her.
"No, oooh. Oh please. You. I want you inside me, please, oh god oh please," she felt too good to even consider being mortified at her behavior. But right now it wasn't enough, it wasn't right, she wanted to be filled, she wanted to come that way. She was already there.
"How can I refuse such an entreat?" And with one slow, deep penetration her neck arched back and she cried out loudly. He pulsed with her, and she felt like it would never stop. She rubbed her hands down his back, to his ass and urged him on, squeezing him as she could inside and out, until she could feel his urgency. She loved that feeling, knowing when a man is beyond the point of no return, when he is all yours. He had her before but she had him now as he pressed his forehead to hers, their sweat mingling. She tilted her head up to kiss him hard, and he came with a shudder and several more thrusts before they became a boneless tangle of limbs lying breathless.
She couldn't stem the tide of tears from escaping the corners of her eyes, and they must have fallen upon his cheek for he quickly pulled himself up to see her.
"Are you ok?" On his face was concern, and in the blink of an eye she could see the multitude of worries that could be plaguing him. "Did I hurt you?"
She smiled, sniffled, and cried more tears.
"No, no, you could never hurt me. It's just… this happens to me sometimes, it's so intense… the feelings, well sometimes they are so strong they manifest physically."
He traced a tear and wiped it with an index finger. "Visceral," he smiled.
"Visceral," she conceded.
"I've made women cry in bed before but usually it's not from pleasure," he laughed, and kissed her face. They shifted to face each other.
He closed his eyes. "Mmm… I'm tired. You make an old man feel pretty good."
"You're not an old man," she assured him. "I don't want to go to sleep."
"Well, I may not be old, but I'm not sure I'm up for another go just yet," he joked.
She snuggled into his chest, and just said, "If I go to sleep then tomorrow will come."
He hugged her tightly. There was nothing else to say.
***
A new fantasy will commence next.
I am still not over my
*~*~Z*~*~~*~*~*~omgwtf where were we? Oh yes, playful forplay, as our hero has taken charge of the situation, laying
If you want to start at the beginning go here and work backward.
She giggled. He laughed. She lifted her foot and trailed it down his belly as he knelt above working on the button and fly on his jeans. With a pointed, daring look she slid it down his erection, and he paused undressing to watch her pretty pink toes tease the soft cotton of his briefs with just a hint of pressure. She felt his dick twitch, and her own sex became wetter and throbbed, begging for it.
He grabbed her foot and pulled her closer, bring it up toward his face. Her head slid off the pillow as she shifted down the bed. He kissed her ankle, and then with a maddeningly slow pace trailed his lips and tongue slowly down her calf, pausing behind her knee. Just the thought of him going there; just one touch, one breath, and she'd come. She closed her eyes, wondering if he could hear the blood rushing through her body from her pounding heart. She felt his soft wavy hair alternating with the stubble of his cheek against her sensitive skin. He was nuzzling her thigh, trailing kisses across her hip; his mouth was everywhere except where he was making her ache for it to be, and he knew it. Oh God he knew her too well. She writhed under him, her body acting under his spell.
"Please," she said softly, in between rhythmic pants of breath.
"Please what?" Came his murmured reply against the flesh of her belly. A hand crept up the inside of her leg.
"Uh," was all she could manage to say.
"Please what, Sabine?" His mouth was now at her breast, a thumb was gently parting her below. She cradled his head and ground her body against the hand and fingers making their way inside her.
"No, oooh. Oh please. You. I want you inside me, please, oh god oh please," she felt too good to even consider being mortified at her behavior. But right now it wasn't enough, it wasn't right, she wanted to be filled, she wanted to come that way. She was already there.
"How can I refuse such an entreat?" And with one slow, deep penetration her neck arched back and she cried out loudly. He pulsed with her, and she felt like it would never stop. She rubbed her hands down his back, to his ass and urged him on, squeezing him as she could inside and out, until she could feel his urgency. She loved that feeling, knowing when a man is beyond the point of no return, when he is all yours. He had her before but she had him now as he pressed his forehead to hers, their sweat mingling. She tilted her head up to kiss him hard, and he came with a shudder and several more thrusts before they became a boneless tangle of limbs lying breathless.
She couldn't stem the tide of tears from escaping the corners of her eyes, and they must have fallen upon his cheek for he quickly pulled himself up to see her.
"Are you ok?" On his face was concern, and in the blink of an eye she could see the multitude of worries that could be plaguing him. "Did I hurt you?"
She smiled, sniffled, and cried more tears.
"No, no, you could never hurt me. It's just… this happens to me sometimes, it's so intense… the feelings, well sometimes they are so strong they manifest physically."
He traced a tear and wiped it with an index finger. "Visceral," he smiled.
"Visceral," she conceded.
"I've made women cry in bed before but usually it's not from pleasure," he laughed, and kissed her face. They shifted to face each other.
He closed his eyes. "Mmm… I'm tired. You make an old man feel pretty good."
"You're not an old man," she assured him. "I don't want to go to sleep."
"Well, I may not be old, but I'm not sure I'm up for another go just yet," he joked.
She snuggled into his chest, and just said, "If I go to sleep then tomorrow will come."
He hugged her tightly. There was nothing else to say.
***
A new fantasy will commence next.
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