6 comments/ 54835 views/ 42 favorites No More Thinking By: BellaLover I I pressed myself hard along his long, cool body and in my head he was superhuman--strong and commanding and insatiable for me. He could walk around like this, holding me like I was a sack of potatoes instead of a 150-pound woman doing everything she can to throw him off balance with her writhing. I willed him to growl in my ear, to tell me everything he wanted to do to me. I knew it wouldn't happen--he's not much of a talker, especially in the sack. But a girl can dream. And I was. I was imagining him saying excruciatingly dirty things to me about how hard I made him, about how my pussy belonged to him. And then he'd prove it by impaling me on it till I shuddered and cried and came all over him. Instead he just stood there, barely holding himself upright under my weight. I ground my pussy into his growing erection in frustration. Get with the program, I thought. I was thrilled that he was responding, though. I could imagine what we looked like, me pressing into him greedily, biting his neck. I could feel his body around me, but more than that, I imagined how it was making him feel. I imagined I could force my need into him. You like that, don't you? I thought as I press myself on him. You want more? You want me to make you come? He shifted, I slipped around him and he slid into me. I groaned. I lowered my face to his chest and licked and bit at his flat nipples. He growled and I felt pleased. Until he pushed me away from him. I looked at his face and he scowled. To my dismay, he was not pleased. "What is it?" I said, my voice coming out higher and more frightened than I'd been aiming for. "This is not working," he said and pursed his lips. The mood was broken. "But you want this, I can feel it." I narrowed my eyes and moved on him. A pang of pleasure snaked up my body. I felt my chest grow hot and bloom with blush. At my movement, he staggered backward and fell into his nasty old easy chair that I hated. He pulled me off him as if I were a rag doll. I gasp at losing him and sat defeated straddling his legs. Now my face was hot, too, and my eyes stung with the threat of tears. What had I done wrong? His eyebrows drew together as he considered me, barely looking in my eyes. He glanced up at me, and seemed exasperated. "You're trying too hard," he said. He placed a hand on my hip and it fit along the curve perfectly, as if it were made just for this, like he'd done it a million times, which, of course, he had. His words caught me up short and my body was confused. I ached with need, throbbing heavily between my thighs. But a sickening shame swirled at the pit of my stomach too. I felt found out. I suppose in some part of me, I had to admit that what I had been doing was what I thought he would like. It was what I thought I was supposed to do. It's what great sex was supposed to be like. Wasn't it? How could he know otherwise how much I needed him, how much I wanted him? Just being with him didn't seem enough. It seemed paltry, boring. It couldn't possibly express how overwhelmed I felt by longing I had for him. And I knew from years of unfulfilling sex that if I didn't give my brain a task, it would focus cruelly on the natural softening of my breasts over the years, of my soft skin not being quite as taut as I thought it should be. Now that was dangerous sex. I placed a hand on his neck tentatively, waiting to see if he'd pull away. He didn't. I said the only thing I could think of that was true and not too humiliating. "I want you," I started. My eyes flickered over his face, sneaking a look in his eyes. What I found there made me cast my eyes downward. His hands floated over my sides and down my hips. One rose and caressed the space between my breasts. He looked at my chest and belly and mound and he turned ruddy, breathing harder. I tried to move, to force his hand to cup my breast, which was quivering with need. He pulled his hand away. "You have me." His hand flicked away and lightly slapped back between my breasts in exasperation and returned to rub along my hips and thighs. He circled his arms around me and pulled me close, exhaling in a hungry sigh. "But I want to come," I added, and scooted closer to him. At the movement, I shivered, and felt my nipples harden as they lightly caressed the hair on his chest. He sighed. "You will." A lazy but intent smile spread across his lips. He kissed and bit the line of my jaw. I could feel his skin pressing closely along my length. The hair around his cock tickled my wet, sensitive folds and felt my body shudder under him. My breath started coming faster. I pressed in a little more closely and felt my wet center slide from tickled to throbbing when it met his cock. The hard nub there, the one I'd touched so many times imagining him taking over and knowing what to do without me speaking, allowing the fury of need to build in me, slid easily, needingly along his pulse. "I want you inside me," I blushed and turned my head away and arched to bring my nub into closer, more intense contact with his cock. I felt my breath catch and a cloudy sensation spread through my brain. Oh, this was what I wanted. A flush broke out in the ticklish spots on my back and sides. This was what I had imagined. Now if he would only run his big hands up my back and press my breast into his mouth.... I arched again and tried to make it happen. Instead, his hands clasped my side and pulled me away. "You're doing it again," he chided. I huffed in need, frustration and embarrassment. What was I doing that was so wrong? Just wanting him. Just needing him in me, just wanting to have a wonderful time with him. I turned and twisted my legs off of him and my throbbing need pounded even harder as I closed my legs. I felt rebuked, rejected. The heel of my hand gathered the tears dripping down my cheek. "Hey listen," he whispered, turning me to hug against him. He bit my ear and the feeling was sharp and followed by a thread of pleasure that made me shiver. Taking in my response, he said, "That's what I want. I want you to be here with me. Not in your head. Not trying to make some porn fantasy come true. You're here with me, and then suddenly you get aggressive and you don't respond to me anymore. You just respond to whatever's happening in your brain." Busted. I looked down. "I love that brain, but not during sex," he added, and he kissed my forehead. "I don't know. I get the sense that you don't feel anything when you get like that. Like I might as well not be here." He shifted uncomfortably, causing me to slump further against him, my breast pressing into his chest. This was a lot of talking for him. It didn't come naturally and he didn't like it. I looked into his eyes and caressed his face. I reached to kiss his mouth languorously, slowly. Exploring. Noticing how each pull of his lips, each lick of his tongue made my stomach quiver and made me want to jerk with need. I could imagine.... ... but no. I opened my eyes and pulled back a bit. I kissed his cheek. "I'm sorry," I whispered. "I'll try to stay here with you." He grinned that toothy, lopsided grin that made me--oh, the smile that launched a thousand fantasies. But I tried to focus instead of sliding into one of my fantasies about him. I was a little scared. He looked at me with such.... love. I wasn't used to noticing that. It made me feel weird. Uncomfortable. Sex was one thing. But... this? This was... different. He leaned in and kissed me deeper and murmured my name. I almost wanted to leave my body it felt so good. I wasn't sure I could take it. I might come right here and now, from the anticipation, from being naked and close to him like this, from his mouth working on me. But I'd have to manage this, because I wanted to do more than kiss tonight. So I took a deep shaky breath. And growled. The feeling was exquisite and rumbled through my whole body, shivering down my belly and thighs. Ugh. "And try... to trust me," he breathed between kisses. "I want you to feel good, too. I want you to come. I want to come. Believe me, it's in my best interest." He chuckled and finally cupped a breast in his hand, a thumb roaming over it. He bit my ear and whispered into it, "And I really, really want to be inside you." My breath caught and my chest felt like it might explode, shuddering. I wanted him so bad my body was keening for him. I tried, this once, to turn off my brain, to not think about what I looked like, but what I felt like. I fell on his mouth for the pleasure of it, for the taste of him. A little tangy, a little sour, a little.... umami--that Japanese word for that meaty, deep taste. That's what he tasted like. I wanted more. I wanted to eat him up. And he kissed back. He pressed back against me. The heat of him overwhelmed my senses. I was getting so hot. I took a deep ragged breath and realized I had stopped breathing. "Mmm. You taste good," I said and bit his lip. He laughed, a deep, throaty sound. I thought I might break apart if he weren't inside me this instant. I reached down for him but his hand caught me before I could grasp him. "Slow down, hot rod," he chuckled again, biting, sucking my neck where it joined my shoulder. A sound came out of me like a giggle and a cry and a moan and a sigh all at once. I thought I sounded crazy, but couldn't catch my breath enough to do anything else. So, okay. I was going to be myself. I wasn't going to retreat into the fantasy of riding him to a quick, intense orgasm. And that meant I was going to have to... beg, I guess. I bit his neck to hide my face from his view. And also because he smelled really good right there. "But I need you. I need you inside me. Please?" He placed my hand on his stomach and he shivered at the feeling of it. "You have me," he said, growling. "And I will be." He ran his knuckles over the soft fur of my pubic mound and I whimpered. So close. So close. "But don't be so desperate. Let's enjoy this a little before we get to the main event." Desperate. I bit harder at his cutting words and he yelped. Was he even a man? What man talked like that? I felt a tear sting my eye. "But I feel...." I took a deep breath and felt the embarrassment flood over me. "I feel like I could come right now if I had you in me... You feel so good." The impression of his chest pressing back into my breasts of our mingled heat and smell, of his thick cock jutting between us--it felt so right. Despite myself, I was imagining what it would feel like, remembering what it had felt like, to have him inside me. My hips rocked all by themselves. He chuckled a fast, deep chuckle that vibrated into me from his chest. The rumble ignited something small and hot in me, spreading. I sighed and nuzzled closer. But I was also mad. Gimme my orgasm, dammit, I thought. I took a deep breath, inhaling his rich, intoxicating scent. I licked and nibbled the crook of his neck. I felt enveloped in his heat. But not enveloped enough. I wanted him in every nook and cranny and he wouldn't give me what I wanted. Screw him! I wished. So, fine. If he won't give me what I want, I won't give him what he wants. I let my brain start up again. He could lift my leg and slide inside me and pound me till I came. Surely it wouldn't take long. He could lift me and let me straddle him and I could bounce on him to a quick orgasm. He could drop to the floor and plow into me, deep and hard. I wanted it. So bad. "Hey," he said, his voice sharp. "Where'd you go." I was sharp, too. "I want to come, and I was imaging the ways we could do that." He bent to lick my ear, his knuckles pressing a little harder into my fur, just out of reach of the little nub that strained for him. How dare he. I groaned and whimpered despite myself. "I want to be in you when you come, too," he said, but he let his big hand slip down and touch, just for a second, my hard nub. A strangled sound came from my throat and my hips bucked into his hand. Instinctively my head lolled back. "Mmm. That's more like it," he laughed and bent to bite my neck. A sobbing, desperate sound came from my throat. I loved when he did that. I reached a hand up and pulled his head down to my neck again. He bit again. And again. Then, appropos of nothing, I thought, he added. "But the more the merrier, right?" The more the merrier, the what? What was he talking about? But then I couldn't think. "Oh, oh god," I said, when I could gather enough breath to do so. His knuckles dragged along my folds and my nub again and I convulsed. It felt so good. A sharp pleasure shot through me, blossoming between my hips. I could feel myself getting wetter. I could feel his hard on pressing into my hip. His teeth dragged my neck to the sensitive spot behind my ear. A ragged whimper came from me. I opened my legs to him and he pressed further into me. His hands unfurled and his fingertips stroked into me. My hips rose so drastically I thought I might fall off his delicious, warm, hard lap. My whole body was abuzz and the sensation was building. It was all very real: The smells we were creating--my diluted sweat, his more potent sweat, the rich, tangy scent of my sex, the way our body heat brought them all out--the rough feel of his body hair pressing into me here and there. The feel of my hair matting on the nape of my neck and temple. He bit my ear and pumped his fingers into me. Absently, in need, my fingertips reached down to flutter on my nub as he pressed into me. My other hand reached up and pinched my nipples, pulling them out slightly in a way that added a sharp pleasure to the one already building in me. Fuck. "Oh, oh!" I called. His fingered had curved, they were reaching just the right spot, aligning perfectly, over and over. My breath rasped as he bit down on my neck and sucked hard. My legs tensed, straightened out in our odd arrangement, trapping his hand inside me. The bubble of pleasure that was building in me burst as he wriggled his fingers, not stopping. Everything blacked out for a minute. Everywhere he touched was sensitive, molten, and the touch was too much and not enough at once. Now. Oh god. God. I was coming down but his fingers didn't stop, they kept pushing in me, lazily at first, playing, curling and twisting and slipping. A big thumb reached up and pressed on my nub, lightly at first, slipping to the left and right of it. My whole body was oozing, I felt, and it had lost its connective tissue. But his hand, his insistent, magic hand, was building a new bubble inside me. My head, which had been resting on his bicep, shifted off of it, lolling over the side, and I felt his wet mouth latch onto a nipple, pulling slightly, biting and tugging. His hands, they didn't stop. I was so sensitive, I didn't know if I could take it. I wanted to escape. I wanted to barrel headlong into the pleasure. I wanted to get control back of my body, which seemed to be rapidly losing control of its functions. But I couldn't seem to move. I was breathing fast, and I realized I was starting to feel alarmed. What was he doing to me? Cool air rushed around my nipple as I felt his lips at my ear. "Don't fight it," he ordered, his breath coming fast and hot out of his mouth. Then his mouth was back on my breast, tugging, running his teeth softly over my nipple. I tried to relax. Tried to turn off my brain. I was too aware of my body, too aware of being splayed out, wet from sweat and sex and saliva. I felt... embarrassed again. Surely I couldn't look pretty right now. I turned my head and buried it in his arm, wiping my tears on him. And crying also. Again. Dammit. But the feelings: I was overwhelmed, confused, and the bubble of pleasure building up was... I wasn't sure I wanted it. All that talk about wanting an orgasm, gimme gimme, and here he was, urging me to give into it, and I was--I was fighting it. I wanted to turn off my brain, but this first: I evaluated him. His strong body cradling me. His warm talented mouth on my breast. His fingers--now more, I felt full and stretched and almost contented--pressing into me, not letting up. He was working so hard. Should I feel guilty? No, dummy, I told myself. Feel lucky. He wanted me to trust him. This wasn't going according to my plan, according to what I had in my in all my porntastic fantasies. But OK. Fine. I love him. I'll trust him. He's not trying to hurt me or control me. In fact, it feels so good. If I lose control, if I do something gross or impolite when I lose control, he'll still be there. Right? I can let my guard down. ...I guess. And so I kissed his arm, where my tears still pooled. I licked at the tears, at his arm, and I began to move with him, keep up. A low, whispered moan came from me. I reached up and petted his hair at the nape, ran my nails down his back. He shivered and moaned into my breast. It was exquisite. I could feel it rumble through his chest and onto my breast and I arched my back in thanks. His thumb clamped down on my nub, his fingers pressed insistently into me. I felt my whole body lose it's support structure. No bones. I wrapped my arms around his neck and bit his shoulder, curling into him. I raised my knees and spread them and suddenly he was further inside me than before, his thumb losing track of my nub as I bucked with him. I felt myself move under him, arching and undulating and reaching. Yes. Yes. Yes, yes. I may have said it out loud. I may have cried it. The cry became a sob. I came, again, the bubble bursting and flooding me with more feeling. I squeezed my eyes tight and sobbed his name over and over. Oh, Oh God. It went on and on. My body rippled like a jellyfish under his hand and I felt like one. His fingers moved almost imperceptibly inside me. Not willing to totally let go and stop. He ran his thumb up over the fur of my mound, petting me. He brought his mouth up and kissed my ear. I turned my head and kissed, deeply this time. This was no fantasy now. This was... I don't know. I can't say. It's too much for words. But I tried to tell him with my tongue, my lips, my panting breath. My hands moved over his chest, as if I were soothing him, as if I weren't the one who'd just had two, maybe three or four, orgasms in a row. I petted him to know he was there. To thank him, to know this was real and he was mine, that he made me feel so good. I wanted him to feel so good too, so I reached down and felt a sticky wetness on his belly. I looked down and saw that he was half soft. He must have come when I did that second--or third--time. "Baby," I said in surprise. I looked up and he took my mouth with his again, a little more insistently. My fingers drifted through the wetness, playing with his hair down there and softly stroking his half hard member. "You come so good, baby," he whispered to me, a little growl in his voice. I blushed again, in a different way. "Did you proud, huh?" I said in a small voice, kissing his delicious neck again. "Oh yes," he growled and kissed me again, long and deeply, but in no hurry. Where'd he get this patience from? I didn't have it. "Any fantasies?" he asked, and then exhaled roughly as my finger brushed over the tip of his cock. I kissed down to his chest, feeling his skin turn to gooseflesh under my mouth. "No fantasies," I said, a smile in my voice. "No time." I licked a nipple. No biting, I remembered from earlier. "Is this OK?" "Mmm, more than OK," he said. I flattened my tongue over his nipple and, with some effort, lowered myself to my knees. My body was so relaxed, it was hart to coordinate. My thumb went up to caress his other nipple. I felt his cock, slick with cum and sweat and my juices, slide along my belly. Wow. How could I want him this much? After that amazing series of orgasms, could I give him the same? I felt a little... inadequate. No More Thinking But that's my brain again, so instead I breathed deeply the tangy scent of his cum and sweat. I kissed his belly and took some of it into my mouth. I looked up at him. He was petting my shoulders and he was half-smiling, with a very focused look on his face. "You look like a kid his first time at Disneyland," I said, and kissed his belly again, slurping. He chuckled, and the movement did something remarkable to how his member moved on me. He shrugged. "This is gonna be gooood," he drawled excitedly. Then he watched. I tried to tell myself he was just enjoying the view. I tried not to slip into that one fantasy I have of being the lusty maid, cleaning up her master. I tried to just be here with him, my boyfriend, and enjoy the fact that he was enjoying me. He made some small sounds, sounds that made me want him more. Possible? I wouldn't have thought so. I pressed myself close against him, the glue of his cum sticking to my breasts as I pulled him close. It felt, in truth, a little weird, a little sticky, and if I thought to much about it, a little gross. But it was also part of him. And in this moment I wanted all of him. He slumped in his seat and allowed his long, muscled legs to fall open. I nestled into him, my breasts coming to a rest between his legs. This sight seemed to make him even more excited and his cock firmed up a little more against me. He smelled so good, I breathed in deeply and greedily. I licked his belly, over and over, moving south, stalling for time. His hands played with my hair, caressing it away from my face, gathering it up and letting it fall away again, rubbing is hands on my face, my neck, my back. I gave him what I thought was a sly look, turned my head to kiss his palm, and leaned down to kiss his cockhead. "Ugh," he said between his teeth. His hands gripped me tighter. "Like that?" I said, and I could hear the giddiness in my voice. Embarrassing. "Mmm, I like you," he said, leaning down to kiss my mouth. "You're so beautiful, especially all messed up from sex and with cum on your boobs." He waggled his eyebrows at me. "You know I don't really know what I'm doing, right?" "You seem to have a gift for it," he smiled. "But, ya know, this isn't a performance. Just have fun, do what you like, and I'll show you what I like, too." I nodded and kissed his mouth and then his cockhead again. All sorts of dirty words flooded my head. Cocksucker, slut, whore. It would be easier, I thought, if I could just play that role instead of just being a woman with her guy's dick in her mouth. He seemed so talented. Was I? I guess there was only one way to find out. I tried not to think of it as a foreign object or a lollipop or anything like that. I tried to think, instead, of it as a giant clit, and a wonderfully sensitive part of his glorious body. This was an intimate thing he was letting me do--bring my teeth this close to such delicate skin. He smelled different down here, a little musty. I breathed slowly, tried not to get overwhelmed with the smell. I ran my hands up his belly to remind myself that this cock was attached to him, that I was still making love to him, not some disembodied dick. And then I closed my eyes and shut off my brain. The feel of his cock on my lips was velvety. It was like having his pulse inside me. He was soft a little still, and so I licked around, feeling how his cock moved around my lips and tongue, where it gave way and where it was firm. I especially liked the turgid root of his cock, surrounded as it was with thick, curly hairs. I licked and bit lightly at the root and onto his balls. I heard a groan from up above and I couldn't help it. That sound, this feeling, sent a ripple of pleasure through me, made me buck my hips instinctively. God, I loved how he sounded, that I could make him feel this way. I felt his cock stiffen slightly against my cheek. My fingers played along it, coaxing it as I kept nibbling his balls. I loved how I could feel them move under his skin, how large they seemed. I sucked one and then the other into my mouth to taste them. I choked a little on a hair. And then I laughed. So did he--a deep, rumbly laugh that made me shiver and suck a little harder. God, sexyman. His big hand found the back of my neck and pressed me down into him--as if I wanted to go anywhere else! I could feel his body contracting around me and took a detour to his thighs, kissing and nibbling them just where they met his torso. I always loved that feeling. I wondered if he did, too. He hissed. That's a yes, I told myself. I did the same on the other side and then nibbled lightly up his cock and brought the whole thing into my mouth. Just for a second, just to test it. How much could I fit in? He was hard now, almost completely. I pulled my head up and then sucked it down again, my fingers spread out at his hips, holding him down. God, he was sexy. Did I already say that? Yum. I fell on him again and I found myself doing my own contracting and writhing. Without thinking, I moaned, and he moaned back. "Shit," he said, and breathed my name. "Shit." I found myself wiggling around on the ground. Nothing touching my pussy. It hardly seemed fair, but I was in no mood for self-pity. I dug my fingernails into his hips and took him further into my mouth. I sucked and moaned again. Those same hips, they bucked up into me and he slid a teensy bit more into my mouth. My airway shut off and I choked a little. I took him out of my mouth and took a deep breath--hard to do when you're panting with excitement, but I managed it. My fingers came up and stroked him while I got a few breaths. I looked up at him, ran a hand up his chest, massaging his belly and nipples in the process. His head was flung back as mine had been. He was breathing deep and bucking into my hand. Wow. Totally vulnerable. God, I wanted to fuck him. I didn't know what to do with the intensity of my need, it washed over me and I needed to do something. So I bit him. Hard. On the the thigh. His cock twitched. "Baby," he groaned. "Your mouth. Give it to me." So I did. I licked up the side of his cock a few times, suckled his balls once each for good measure and took a deep breath. And then I plunged my mouth back onto him, as far as I could. I'd wanted to eat him up earlier. And now I could. So I did my best, unsure, listening to his groans to guide me. I plunged and retreated, plunged and retreated, all while sucking. I kind of loved his cockhead all of a sudden and started kissing it, swirling my tongue around it in a frenzy. He was murmuring and grunting and thrusting at me all the while. I loved that I could make him like this. He was harder now, the veins standing out on his engorged flesh. I licked them, too. I was a licking fool, I guess. It was fun. I wanted to make him feel really good. I sucked him down again all of a sudden and sucked and sucked. I took a deep breath just as his hands buried themselves in my hair and held me there pumping into my mouth, straining my jaw. Little tears formed at the corners of my eyes and I held my breath and sucked. Hey, sometimes to make someone else feel good, you had to feel a little bad yourself. I'd had boyfriends who'd told me that, rubbing their jaw after a particularly fabulous and lengthy oral sex session. So it was my turn and I sucked it up. Literally. He rocked once, twice, a third time and then held me in place as I felt his cock twitched and spurt onto my throat. I tried to swallow, but I started to panic. I had to breathe. I pulled back and licked and sucked his cockhead as the last spurt came from his cock. I reached down and my fingers expertly found my clit and rubbed. I found I had been rocking in time with him, without realizing it, so caught up in his sounds and smells and movements. I let out a high-pitched yelp as my fingers found just the right place on my clit and pressed. I rocked into my hand, all the while kissing his fur and belly. A little orgasm rocked me. I rested my cheek on his inner thigh, feeling close to him, lightly kissing him there. He stroked my hair and I could feel his pulse calming under his skin. We were both quiet for a few minutes. **** "That was fun," I said, pulling myself up on weak legs to climb onto his lap. I kissed his face, cradling it in my hands. "No kidding," he replied, leaning back to accept my adoration. He chuckled sleepily and pulled me close and crushed my side into his sweaty, cum-covered chest. (That's OK, I was, too.) His warm arms felt good against the cool gathering in all my wet places. I kissed his eyes and his lips and he kissed back, deeper and longer and with a smile on his lips. "You're fun," I added thickly. I giggled as his hands tickled down my back and sides. I felt almost great. "But you know," I added, nibbling his ear, "You didn't give me what you promised. I want you inside me." He groaned and half heartedly slapped my butt. "Oh, you'll get it, girl," he yawned. "Don't you worry. The night's not over yet." I could tell he would crash in a few minutes, so I regretfully got up and pulled weakly on his hand. Bed time. Once on the bed, I unfurled myself and breathed deeply. I felt squishy and warm and like my bones were all disconnected from one another. My hand slipped under the covers and played in my moist pubic hair and dipped down into my folds. Still so wet. Proof of our good night. I smiled. I rolled my fingers in it, brushed my clit and felt a soft shiver. I looked over at him, socked out and dreaming next to me, a small puddle of drool falling onto the pillow under his mouth. I studied his mouth's curve, and the hint of stubble on his chin and around his lips. Talented, articulate mouth that boy has, I thought to myself. I wonder what else it could do. And that sent a tingle through me. Pure excitement followed in its wake, anticipation for our next session. I removed my hand and curled to my side against him, running my wet fingers over his broad chest, kissing him lightly. I wasn't really seeking to wake him, I swear. I just... you know, liked him. It was nice to have him there to play with, even if he was asleep. He grunted in his sleep and his hand twitched out, flopping against my thigh. I watched him sleep for a little bit and then his soft breathing slowed my breathing and I found myself drifting off. *** I was having the best dream. Like many, I didn't see faces, just big, warm hands sliding over my body and cupping my breasts, slipping between my thighs deliciously. It was one of those dreams where if I could just turn myself over, just reach between my legs, I would have quick, intense release. But frozen with sleep, I just reached for it, reached for it. ... And then I felt a hand reach between my legs, for real. A tiny part of my brain came back to consciousness and I felt a little panicked. Embarrassed that I was still so wet and hungry after earlier, that I was laying next to him dreaming this. But then his hand pressed my nub and I shuddered. Just there. Just right. I grunted and came. Still lulled by sleep, still in that liquid, liminal state between sleep and waking, I felt like I was floating. I slowly became aware of my surroundings: The sheet twisted around my legs, the bed under me, my hair winding itself around my neck. And then the hand, the talented hand. I couldn't open my eyes just yet, but I did manage to open my mouth just a little as a small sound escaped. My hand flopped helplessly at my side. "Mmm, I love when you make that sound," he said and his breath was hot on my neck. His voice thick with sleep and maybe something else. I turned my head toward the voice, still unwilling to open my eyes. He seemed to take my movement as an invitation and I felt the bed indent as he moved closer. I rolled into the divot created by his body and was met with something very hard, very thick and very, very warm. My hand lazily reached for it and he hissed. "Mmmm," I whimpered. It was all the sound I could make right now. His wet fingers were playing with my ass now, a gentle, tingly sensation that made me shiver. OK, I was up. I opened my eyes and saw him. His eyes were clear and he was staring at me in the darkness of the room. It took a minute for my eyes to adjust but when they did I could see that he was really awake and very determined. "Morning wood?" I asked sleepily, lightly rubbing him. I'd had my own, my girl version, and he'd been very handy with it. "More like 3 a.m. wood," he chuckled and palmed a breast. "Oh goodie," I sighed, smiling against his chest. He still smelled so good. I kissed him there, dragging my teeth over him. "You could say that," he breathed and waggled his eyebrows at me. And then he leaned close and whispered, "You still want me inside you when you come?" I blushed all over and he noted it with an excited chuckle. I buried my face in his chest, enjoying the shiver that seemed to come from my center and hit every part of my skin at once. He growled when he saw me react. "That a yes?" he whispered thickly. And then he pushed forward and laid a rough kiss on me, pressing me further into the mattress. A murmur of pleasure snaked from his lips. I responded in kind and wrapped my free hand around his broad shoulders. I could feel his muscles working under his skin and I have to admit, that's one of my favorite things about kissing him. Aside from that talented, talented mouth of his. He kissed down to my neck and nibbled and my whole body caught fire. I started to gasp for air and then he was on top of me and his cock was stroking my wet, puffy lips. "Oh, yes," I groaned into his mouth. In my fantasy, he'd start talking dirty, telling me what a bad girl I was for being so wet all the time--almost like I was waiting for him to come along and plow me (he wouldn't be wrong). But instead he just shuddered and his cock twitched and he growled, "Ugh, fuck." Mmm, I'll take it, I thought. In a flash of need, I decided that if I wanted dirty talk, I'd be the one who'd have to do it. "I want you, baby," I started, tentative. Was I really going to do this? There's something about stating my need so baldly that made me feel small and vulnerable. What if he said he didn't want what I wanted? What if I sounded stupid? What if I sounded like some porno I'd seen and he got mad and pulled away again? My body was such that I didn't think I could stand that now. "I want your thick dick to plow into me and fuck me till I'm screaming your name," I whispered, barely audible, kissing him. "You don't know how many fantasies I've had about you... your cock. I love it. It's perfect. I love how you feel inside me, especially when you're rough." "Damn," he groaned. He was straining over me, his arms shaking with effort, holding back as he listened. I could almost see this brain working, trying to decide if this was over the edge for him. But he didn't pull away and I took that as approval. I bucked into him, savoring the soft pleasure of his cockhead slipping against my puffy lips. I wiggled till I had his cockhead slipping around my clit. Oh, so good. If he didn't take me soon, I was going to come again just from that, just from feeling him over me, his hot breath on me. He growled. "Please," I panted, pressing his cock at my entrance bucking my hips and getting a little purchase on him. "Please baby, don't make me wait anymore." He kind of half-moaned and half-growled and his eyes lit up. He thrust forward, hard. I spread my knees to let him in all the way and gritted my teeth. And groaned. When I could breath I said, "Oh, oh yeah, just like that." And then he stopped. Dammit. I looked up at him to see him waiting expectantly. "Well, don't stop!" I cried, exasperated. I clutched his ass with both hands to pull him into me, keep him there forever. He leaned down for a hard, fast kiss and pressed hard into me again. A thrill of pleasure shot through me. Better than any fantasy, I thought vaguely as the pleasure of my body took me under and my brain stopped. He pulled almost all the way out and plunged in again. I shifted under him and pulled my knees up, bucked to meet his next thrust. Oh god. So good. So really really good. Fuck. I cried his name. His big hands pulled on the top of my thighs, pulling me onto him more and more with every deep, hard thrust. He was groaning and grunting, hissing my name with pleasure. Mmmm, that sounded so good. I shivered over and over like I had a fever, and leaned up and bit his neck. I made some rough, angry sound and pressed up to meet him. So. Good. God, so good. Just. One. Thing. Different, I thought with each pounding. I was gulping at breath. I didn't know if I could even talk. I moved a shaky hand off his sweating, muscular ass and onto my clit. Yessss. My fingers fluttered over it in a practiced way. I played, matching my strokes with his, feeling massaged inside and out and so ooey gooey delicious. "Oh!" I shouted, as if this thing I'd been thinking about for so long had come out of nowhere, had surprised me. I bent my head up, I clasped him to me harder and harder with every push, feeling him push me up the bed and over the edge. I was moaning in a low stream. Harder, I pleaded silently. And then I said it. "Please," I whimpered. "Don't... Don't stop." And he didn't. I could feel his belly tense with each press and I could feel him moving frantically on top of me, rutting in need. I couldn't even be embarrassed about the slapping, wet sounds our bodies were making. I wanted more. I needed him to never, ever stop this. His mouth hiccuped hot air onto my neck as his head lolled down at the effort. I felt so... covered by him, so taken, so claimed. I wanted to scream, I'm yours! over and over again, but I didn't have enough breath left. I just dug my fingers into his ass and stroked him and myself frantically and growled and praised the lord in staccato bursts with each thrust. So close. So close. And then I couldn't get any further. This was the part I dreaded, the part that fantasy helped with. I needed help. I couldn't breath and the familiar frustration and anger crawled between my shoulder blades. It felt so good, I was on the edge, but I couldn't get the rest of the way. My head was inventorying everything that was happening and a sly little voice told me it wasn't gonna happen. "Please," I cried, to myself and to him. "Please. I want to..." Then he kissed me as tears started. I was so frustrated and embarrassed that I bit his lip. "Ugh, so good baby," he growled. He tasted the tears on my cheek and pulled back to look at me, disturbed. He slowed down a little. "No!" I cried. "Please. Please." I couldn't be more articulate than that. I was ashamed of what I thought of as my inability to come. (Though I'd come more tonight than I had all week, thanks to his talented hands and mouth.) But I wanted this. This was what I fantasized about, not the other. Maybe that's why I was easier to come then. Maybe... "You feel so good, baby," he groaned in my ear, licking it, nibbling. I felt my breath catch and my head swim and I was overwhelmed with a feeling of love for him. It was so strong it was irrational. I covered his face with kisses and he threw his hips into me harder. I sighed contentedly. I felt filled by him. He was touching all my nooks and crannies. His teeth sunk into my swollen breath and I screamed. Yes. More, I thought. My brain shut off some, but the panic still lingered there in the background, waiting to take all the fun out of everything. He groaned and cursed against my hard nipple and then bit the other and I shuddered and shivered and the shiver travelled down and met with another shiver coming from my center. I squeaked out a sound as the sensations rebounded off each other and I struggled to inhale. Then there was that smell, that smell of him, that delicious umami flavor of him on my tongue, and I remembered him coaxing me on to orgasm earlier tonight. No More Thinking Don't fight it. I moaned as the memory and bucked into him. He growled back and bit my nipple. The sharp sensation mixed with the others roiling in my belly. I thought I would die, that I would dissolve, that I would cease to exist. And then he whispered in my ear. "Ugh, damn," he groaned. "This is how I want you. I want you to come, baby. Come all over me. Come with me inside you." And just like that, I lost control of my body. My thighs flopped up and out and shuddered, making more room. My center started to dissolve. I arched my back and liquified and flashed hot and cold and the pleasure burst from my center and traveled, I swear, up my spine to my head and I thought it would fly clean off. I heard screeching. My pussy crashed against him, crushing it's walls into him and sucking him in deeper. But he kept moving, kept egging my orgasm on. My arms pulled him closer to me, crushing him down onto me, flattening my breasts and my hips as I rolled my hips against him, milking the last shudders from my body. But he wasn't done yet. "Fuuuck," he groaned. "Damn. Fuck. Fuck. Shit." Dirty mouthed boy, a part of my brain whispered as he continued to thrust, and I could tell my orgasm had shaken him to his core, which was now swelling inside me. I could feel it around my tensed muscles. He was so good. He held out a long time, I thought, amazed. I petted his neck and head, grunted at him, bit that sensitive spot on his neck, relishing the smell of him. "Come inside me, baby," I growled, and bucked my hips up to him. "I want you. Fuck I want you. Come inside me. Fill me up." He made a pained yelp and he collapsed on top of me his whole body shaking, eyes clinched tight, and spasmed over and over. It was so hot, I almost came again, grinding my hips against him, running my fingers between his ass cheeks and teasing his asshole. Trying to get closer. "Fuck," he cried, sputtering my name. "Oh, fuck." And he spasmed again. Yeah, that's my boy, I thought greedily. Gimme. I rotated my hips almost imperceptibly after he'd quieted and his breath started to slow. I didn't want to give him up, have him slip out of me. I held him in the clutch as long as I could, feeling his weight on me. I lazily stroked his back, like calming a feral animal. My animal. Mine. Love him. And then I drifted to sleep.