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Now wrapped in towels, we sit on the bed in the gratuitously candle-lit hotel room. More pizza and wine for you, and for me – I’m surreptitiously downing an energy drink. I typically don’t drink caffeine after noon because it will result in me staying up all night. When I’m done with the drink I set the can aside, remove my towel and lay down next to you. You smile and finish your pizza while my hand wanders.
I open the towel you have wrapped around your torso to appreciate what is revealed. You take another sip from your glass and I rise up to kiss you. I place one hand behind your head, cradling it gently and wrapping my fingers in your hair. My other hand drifts over the skin of your stomach towards your chest and I palm your breast. We both moan softly. The water and tepid air has already caused the nipple to stiffen somewhat. I smile and really grasp the whole of the flesh as I place one leg in between yours so I can lay on top of you. You set your glass down and tangle your fingers in my hair. I use the grip on your hair to ask you to tilt your head to the side using the gentlest pressure. When you do, I start kissing your neck.
I focus and find where I can feel your pulse. I start to suck directly on the spot where your external carotid artery is closest to the surface. I bring my left leg up between your legs to grind against your crotch while my hand kneads your breast and I continue to work on your neck in that one spot.
I love your reaction as you begin to incrementally give yourself over to these sensations. I love thinking about how you feel from my touch. I love every single noise that escapes you in reaction.
I wonder if I physically can disrupt some of the blood flow to your brain. I am definitely trying. At the very least I’m going to leave a large hickey there. A wicked plan hatched in my mind. I start to grasp your breast harder and grind into your crotch rhythmically to stoke your arousal. You’re incredibly turned on but it isn’t enough. I need you delirious. I abandon your neck and breast for now. I grab something small out of the bed side drawer and keep it hidden in my hand as I start to work my way down your body. I take time to work both breasts with my tongue. I swirl my tongue and then suck hard. I may leave a halo of a hickey around either areola but that isn’t the goal. When content with the effect it has I proceed downwards.
I’m so happy to really see how wet you are. I take a long moment to appreciate the sight and then I look back up at you with such fondness. My hand strokes your hips. “Spread em wider.” I ask as I kiss the top of your thigh until you give me more access. When you do I settle in cheerfully. I use one hand to spread the labia majora. I can’t decide how sexy it is to tell someone their clitoris is so cute when they’re turned on so I keep the thought to myself and place a quick kiss on your mons. I’ll tell you later.
My tongue snakes out of my mouth and I press the flat of it over your clitoris. My fingers on either side keep your lips spread and press in to the flesh so that it protrudes. I curl my tongue to bring more lubrication up to that cute pink nub. I keep it gentle but make myself felt. I start to lick and use my whole head to keep rhythm. The two fingers that formerly had you spread now slip inside you and start exploring. I keep to the anterior wall of the interior musculature as I search tactfully and rhythmically for any particularly sensitive spots. I end up pressing at you from the inside where your clitoris is on the outside. I start sucking on you as I do this, and pulse my fingers in the inside. It’s hard to form suction when I want to smile so much but I make myself focus. Your thighs are gripping the sides of my head now and I gotta be honest I’m a little concerned for my own sake. I can’t even hear your moaning. I wish antalya escort I could hear you moaning.
I manage to pull my head out from your crotch after a moment and my fingers continue to pulse inside you a bit longer. I do three short presses and then one longer, harder. I continue this for a while. My other hand turns on the small vibrator that I have and sets it to the setting that mirrors that pace. I remove my hand from you and rise up towards your mouth again. My thigh holds the vibrator in place. This is the setting that gets me off so I hope you like it too.
“Hey,” I whisper to you as I lay on top of you. I use my thigh to increase and decrease the pressure of the vibrator on your clit. It’s a strong vibrator so I’m careful not to press it in too much. You are definitely distracted. I start whispering in your ear. “I love seeing your face when I touch you like this. I love all the noises you make. I love doing this to you. I love making you feel good. You make me feel so good. I want to make you come .. over and over until you’re exhausted. I want to give you everything you want. I adore you.” I know I have you on that plateau. I nuzzle into your neck. It’s almost time to push you over the edge. “Hey, hey. I have a question.” I start kissing the spot on your neck that I bruised earlier. “Do you want me to fuck you? Hard?” I lick that spot and blow air over it. I can feel you shiver under me. And those noises .. I love every noise you make. I want to make you scream. “Do you want me to ..” I try to think of how to phrase this without sounding too pornographic. “Put on my strap on and pound it into that resilient pussy of yours as hard as I can? As deep as it will go?” I’m asking so very very gently to do something that is not gentle at all. I love your affirmations. I love how much you tell me you want it. I absolutely love getting nailed and I love seeing you enjoy it too. I give you a kiss on the cheek and I start grinding my thigh into your crotch harder and faster.
“Let’s see if you’re ready.”
I return to the spot on your neck and start sucking again. I don’t take as much skin into my mouth as before. I do pinch a good amount between my teeth and I start applying pressure. You’re still moaning – even as the skin between my teeth cleaves and I taste blood. You don’t jerk away. I kiss the tiny injury and then look into your eyes. There is still blood on my lips. Oh yeah, you’re ready. Arousal naturally increases pain tolerance, and you are very, very aroused.
“Close your legs babe.” I murmur into your ear as I remove my thigh. The slender vibrator stays in place but could fall any second. I reluctantly move off of you and stumble around the room to get my strap on. It’s one we picked out so I should probably call it “ours” but I have a tendency to think of it as mine regardless of if I’m gleefully getting nailed by it or doing the hammering. It’s across the room in a small gym bag. I bring the whole bag to the foot of the bed and suit up. By now you’ve got the vibe in your own hand and are thrusting your hips against it. Your eyes are closed. Your hair is kind of messed up. You’re kind of gorgeous. My hands absentmindedly get everything secured, but even after that I’m taking my time to appreciate the view.
“Get over here.” You say after a moment, the undercurrent of a warning in your voice. There is definitely the urge to challenge you on that. Make you wait. Frustrate you so much that you throw me onto the bed and have your way with me. Maybe if it was my turn. I laugh and say, “okie doke.” So sexy.
I nearly pounce onto the bed. The vibrator falls and I grab it to turn it off. I stash it on the table and you take the opportunity to nip at one of my breasts while I’m reaching over you. “Hey! Feeling feisty?” I sit back on your hips with that konyaaltı escort ridiculous looking toy on your stomach. You’re quiet but you nod.
“So let me get this straight. You want me (pause) to do you super hard (pause) with this? (pause)” I point down to the useful yet still absurd new appendage of mine. You nod.
“Like really fast n stuff?” Another nod, more frustrated. I feel your hips buck under me.
“That’s cool. If you can walk after”, I state with gratuitous hyperbole and I think I catch you rolling your eyes, “you should totally nail me too.”
I move my legs in between yours and urge yours apart. I grab two pillows to place under your hips to give me some leverage. I think I hear you say, “Oh yeah, you’re gonna get it.” And I’m smiling even more than I already was.
I don’t take the time to finger you more to prepare you. The phallus is a full eight inches but reasonably thick. I know you’re already turned on enough that it won’t hurt but I’m hoping there’s a pleasant full sensation. I think I’m right judging by your expression as I guide the head in and then lean over you. I push in slowly with my hips, feeling for where it bottoms out. When it does I have at least an inch left outside of you. Without pushing more I lay down on top of you while slipping my hand between us to stroke your clitoris gently while I kiss your collarbone, neck, cheek. Heck, I even kiss your nose.
I place my other hand to the side of you to prop me up some and I start to move in and out slowly. I move my other hand and place it on the bed next to you as well. “How’s that?” I ask, but I accept nonverbal answers. With my hands still braced against the bed and my hips still thrusting slowly but surely, I lean my mouth next to your ear. Again I’m telling you how much I love this, but I’m getting a little bit “dirtier.” I’m quite thankful there are so many synonyms for “fuck.” I love the F-bomb when referring to what I’d like done to myself, but I try to be more tactful for you. I think before I speak. Words like “pounding”, “nailing”, and “banging” all make the cut. A few others that strike me as more intrinsically misogynistic don’t.
“How are you doing down there, princess?” I ask as I lick and kiss that bitten spot on your neck. “Let me know when you want me to pick up the pace.” I tend to default to a style of pleasing you that is more in line with “making love” than the good hard fucking that was discussed. I get the joy of teasing you while expressing my fondness. After a moment I start to hear words like, “harder, faster” and then some of those synonyms I’d used earlier repeated back to me as a request. I catch myself before I say “okie doke” again, and instead I merely say, “You got it, babe.” I kiss you on the cheek and sit up, shifting the toy inside of you.
My hands go to your hips and I lift you up. I improve my grasp until my palms are splayed against the underside of your back and I’m hunched over your torso quite a lot. It’s pretty easy to start thrusting at a faster pace like this. It isn’t a quick shift to as fast as I can go. It’s gradual and I keep pushing myself to go faster .. and faster .. and faster. When I can’t go faster I slow down and focus on thrusting harder … and harder .. and harder. I keep in mind the comfortable depth I’d found earlier, and challenge that slightly as we go on.
It goes on like this for a while. The alternating between rapid strokes and slower more powerful ones becomes more integrated. I go fast until I think you might come, and then slow down. I look up and watch you keenly. Every time we do this I’m learning you better and better. Those sounds, your expression, every little reaction – it’s nice to give someone a single great orgasm but it’s an entirely different game to keep someone alanya escort on edge for a very long period of time. Yes, we’re women and we can have multiple orgasms but that is a quick way to burn out. I want to fuck you for as long as possible and develop the capacity to hold out longer every time. It isn’t cruel or teasing. I love this time with you. I want it to last. I think I have the right rhythm nailed.
I start using deeper thrusts that are much slower and I shift more of your weight onto my left arm. Still holding you up, I let my right hand wander. I stroke the underside of your thigh and bend one of your knees. “Hook your legs behind my back,” I ask and help you do it. I lower you back down onto the bed and lay on top of you. Your fingers interlace on the back of my neck. I keep pressing into you slowly and deeply. It doesn’t take much of my focus to keep up a steady rhythm so my mind does wander. It doesn’t go too far. I’ve probably said this a dozen times tonight but god, you’re so beautiful. I love the look on your face that is at once slightly strained and entirely peaceful. I figure you probably want to get off. “Hey ..” I say, but I really don’t have much to say. I just like talking to you as I rock us back and forth steadily. I wonder how much of that toy is in you now but I don’t check. I’m trying, really trying to find words to say but everything that pops up in my head is humor. It’s frustrating. I don’t want to joke right now so I don’t say anything. “Hey” I hear you say back. I give you a little kiss then sit back and pull out. You look totally confused.
“Here, roll over.” You still look confused but you do it. It’s not my ideal position for this – I like the intimacy, but it’s a good position good for something. I remove one of the pillows from under your hips and urge your legs apart. I feel between your legs and guide the toy back in. I brace my hands on the bed beside your shoulders and my knees between your thighs. I give a few experimental thrusts to get to know this new angle, and then I pose you a question,
“Do you want to come?” You nod into the pillow. I smile beatifically despite the fact that, to use my favorite phrase, I’m about to fuck your brains out. “Hold on tight.” I try to sound more calm and assured than gleeful. I start rolling my hips into you. It’s fast, hard, and deep. I combine everything I’ve been alternating to keep you on this plateau in order to get you off. The bed is creaking repeatedly at a steady and increasing pace. Your hips bounce against the firm mattress and bounce back against me to meet the thrusts. That isn’t anything you’re doing – what you’re doing is gripping the sheets and pillows so hard that your knuckles are white. The noises you’re making into the pillow are fantastic, and I definitely want to hear more of them. I’m fucking right up against that spot I found earlier when I was fingering you and licking you. I’m absolutely relentless. On a few strokes I pull almost all the way out then drive it in again, but we’re in the final moments here so I try to keep it steady and overwhelming. I somehow manage to grab that vibrator off the nightstand and turn it on – to the lowest constant setting. I keep fucking you like crazy, you’re now repeatedly groaning, moaning, and sometimes yelling my name into the pillow when you’re not chanting words like “yes, yes, yes” and “oh my god, oh my god, oh my god” It’s all over when I slip that little vibe underneath you and against your clit. I can feel you jerking under me and I hold still. I keep the vibe there, lightening the pressure as I pull out.
After a moment, when most of the aftershocks have subsided I take away the vibrator and I also very quickly take off that strap on. I don’t want anything between us now. I lay on top of you and kiss the back of your neck all over. I find myself, again, without the kind of words I want to say. I do find some words. “Hey there. Did you know that your clit is really cute when you’re turned on?” Your head is turned to the side so I can see that you’re smiling through a somewhat dazed expression. I roll us to our sides and snuggle up against your back while holding you.
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