Get F♡cked

I want you the moment I see you again, my face pressed into your neck as I hug you a bit too tightly. You never say anything about it, though, because you are always a bit too lost in me too. But the moment I look up at you is the moment it starts for real.

I’d start by kissing you. Slowly, gentle, standing in the middle of the room with one of my hands on your waist and the other running through the hair on the back of your head, holding you into the kiss. My hands would slowly but surely start to roam as I start to kiss you a little deeper, trying to make you sigh against my mouth in that way I crave so badly.

Your skin, how I miss the feeling of your skin. My hands get frustrated with the fabric between us and crave the feeling of you, so they slide under your shirt, tracing the skin of your back and around to your ribs, until they are just under your chest. I kiss you again, and you gasp this time as I trace my thumb over your chest. I know how you love it, and I love how sensitive you are, so I do it again and you bite your lip to bite back your whimper. Of course you wouldn’t give me the satisfaction this early, but that only means I’d have to try harder.

I’m impatient for more, so I break away for a minute and start to tug your shirt up over your head. You are all to happy to comply, because you know where this leads. Not a moment later my mouth is on your chest and we let out a content noise as we finally get what we’ve been after, although yours is much louder than mine is.

Your legs start to go weak and your head starts to spin as my hands roam from your chest to your neck to your waist to your thighs, so I do what you’ve been begging me to and I turn you around and push you back into our bed. You are only all too happy to comply because now you are free to loose yourself in the feeling, and I am free to to my absolute best to you.

I decide you’ve had enough and pull away long enough to tell you to take off your shorts, and you do, followed very impatiently by your boxers. I don’t have a problem with that, though, I’m impatient too. I barely have the patients to ask, “May I?” before I begin touching you, but I do because I love hearing you beg for it.

I love feeling how wet you have gotten for me, and how quickly you have too. I start gently, with a finger circling your clit, but even that is enough to have you gasping to out to a god you don’t quite believe in. I keep going, though, even when you bury your face in my shoulder and hold yourself to me so hard your fingers leave bruises on my back. I love every second of it, because I love being claimed by you when you are too far gone to think about what you are doing.

It’s not long before you are begging for my fingers inside you. I’m all too happy to provide, because it has been far too long since I have been inside you. You beg for three, but I decide to start with two. I know you can take it, but I want to build up to it and make you wait, and it’s not like I will have trouble making you cum anyways. I know exactly how you like it, and I know exactly what to do to have you cumming all over me.

You must have been feeling desperate too, because just the gentle curl of my fingers into you has you whining and pleading for more, telling me that you deserve to cum because you have waited so long for this and it feels so good. You punctuate your words by grinding down on my hand, trying to get the friction you need to send you over the edge. I toy with you for just a little longer, because while I love dragging it out I have different plans for you tonight.

Instead, I pick up the pace. I curl my fingers into you even harder, hitting that spot you love over and over until you are no longer begging me for more, and are instead saying something about how you are going to cum if only I “don’t stop please don’t stop please please please” and you dissolve into a chant of “please” and “oh god” as I send you over the edge.

But I don’t stop, and your noises only get louder. You say my name, over and over again, begging me to not stop and to please keep going, because you are so close again. I’ve buried my face in your shoulder, desperate to be closer to you, and your nails rake across my back as you cum again, shouting my name into the pillow as pleasure courses through your body again.

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