He guides my hand down between my thighs and presses it to my cunt. I’m swollen and wet, the tremors from the way he just used me echo though my core. He wants me to stroke and tease my clit until I’m on the edge of coming again, but I feel used up already.
My arm covers my eyes as I give a gentle circle. The tickle of his fingertips down my stomach jolt me out of my lazy compliance. I try to stop, tossing my arm down, but he pulls it back and prompts me on.
“Don’t worry about what I’m doing. Keep going.”
Keep going.
Something about his command spurns me on. My fingers find a quicker pattern, rubbing faster until my thighs part and my back arches from the electricity sizzling through me. His fingers thrust hard into my cunt and the sensation makes my toes curl.
When he stops, my fingers slow.
“No, keep going.”
A hard slap to my thigh and I pick up my pace. Between one circle along my clit to the next, he’s thrusting so deep the bump against my cervix makes me screech. He’s pressing my knees to my ears, each short thrust coupling with the frantic rubbing of my fingers is enough to shatter me.
That feeling, that full and overwhelming feeling as he drives into me makes me insane.
I want it harder, faster so I work in tandem to make myself come. Again, again, again.
The sound of my cries echo, true cries of pleasure soaked agony as he fucks me better than any lover I’ve ever had. The bang of the headboard has me saying silent apologies to my neighbor with what little brain power I have left. The sound of his hips meeting mine add to the symphony.
Then he’s pushing my hands away, he’s thumbing my clit, he’s fucking deep right in that perfect spot, and I’m absolutely undone.
I’m babbling nonsense, begging for him, ready to weep as he growls above me and fills me with his cum. He’s staked his claim and I am conquered.
I am spent, wrecked, high from the perfect way he had me. As he thrusts one more time, he elicits a tired moan as he hits that spot. And for just one moment, I wish we could keep what we have going.
Unedited musings from last night. Just something for MM and for me to process. Enjoy this holiday and the other offerings
Comments
Cara, your posts always get me so heated…that is something for me to process!:)
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Hahaha. Well I’m glad it works for you. It worked for me in the moment.
“wrecked” the best feeling ever after great sex. HOT!!!
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Yesss! I need it more often. Lol
Ah, yes… I know the feeling! Lucky you, happy processing, and thank you for sharing, it was… sigh!
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After the amount of planning it took to make it happen, luck played heavily in it.
So hot, I just love when he tells me to do something, and to keep at it regardless of what he is doing.
Definitely masturbation Monday worthy. Even on a Tuesday (as I read this…)
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Hahaha. Glad it was good for you!
Unf. I love what a simple “musing” from you does to me. Damn woman. It’s steamy, so damn steamy.
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It felt clinical writing it because I was “musing”. Writing helps me process and arouses me. This did a little of both.
Excellently written, red hot and so erotic