Page 29 of Tell Me What You Want

He won’t let me.

His teeth are now on my labia, and I coil my back, moaning like a lunatic. I want more, and he gives it to me. Suddenly, I feel something being introduced into my sex. It’s soft, cool, and hard. He pushes it in carefully, turning it and taking it out and repeating the operation. I think I’m going to lose it, and my hips rise, yearning for more. His mouth returns to my sex as he continues to push it into me again and again.

For a few minutes, my body is his body. I don’t want him to stop. When his mouth again searches for my engorged clit, I cry out with satisfaction as he tugs on it again. I love this. His soft-gloved hand traces my butt. He grabs it and pulls me tightly against his mouth. I’m going to shatter. Then one of his fingers plays with my asshole. He makes circles around it, and I ask for more.

Whatever it was that drove me crazy before is now up against my anus. It excites me, but he doesn’t push it in. He just rubs it against me as if telling me one day that won’t be all he’ll do. And suddenly, I break out in an orgasm that completely overtakes my body, and I writhe with pleasure. He lets go of my legs.

“I love how you taste, sweetness,” he repeats as I squeeze my thighs together and hear him tear open a condom.

And now I’m burning with the most incredible desire I could possibly imagine. The bed sinks from his weight, and I feel his powerful body hovering above mine. “Open your legs for me.”

His words are like music to my ears. I feel his hard penis against my stormy sex.

“Tell me what you want,” he says. God! What a thing to say! I’m impatient, and I start to move on the bed.

When I don’t respond, he insists, “Tell me what you want, or I won’t go on.”

Blinded by the handkerchief, I’m also having trouble breathing again.

“Penetrate me!” I manage as a response to his order.

I feel his hands on my sex. So much heat! He touches me and spreads my labia to bring the totality of his penis inside me. My body curves. He doesn’t move, but I feel his heart beating.

“Do you like it like this?”

I nod. I can’t talk. My mouth feels so dry that I don’t think I can pronounce any words.

I hear him sigh, and then he gives me a little slap on the butt.

“Perfect, sweetness ... Now it’s my turn.”

I manage to contain a moan as my body begins to flame again. He softly pinches my nipples.

“You’re drenched and willing ... I love it.”

The bed moves again. Without pulling out of me, he sits up on his knees. He holds me by the hips and begins to thrust.

“Do you like it when I fuck you like this?” he asks.

“Yes ... yes ...”

My body is his again. I don’t want him to stop.

His hands, now gloveless, squeeze my hips. I open my legs more and more. I come. Unable to see the scene, I imagine it, and that revs me up another notch. I’m putty in his hands, and I relish every moment. Then he leans into me, and after a final, savage lunge, I hear his satisfied groan.

Moments later, and still gasping for breath, he gives me a forceful, dominating kiss. After he peels himself off me, he unties my hands. He takes them tenderly in his and kisses my wrists. He takes off my blindfold, and we stare at each other.

“Everything OK, sweetness?”

A little dazed and a bit bruised because of how deeply he went inside me, I nod nonetheless. “Yes.”

I realize I just seem to say yes ... yes ... yes ... but I can’t imagine saying anything else.

He gets up and strips off the condom.

“I’m happy to hear that,” he says, but his tone is suddenly matter-of-fact.

His odd coolness in moments like this disconcerts me. I watch him disappear into the bathroom. I hear the shower going and follow him, naked.

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