Page 44 of Love and Other Mental Health Concerns
“Marcy, your taste, your smell, your sounds, are all I want to experience right now. Your arousal is what will get me off. Trust me, when I need to fuck you, you will know, and you will be begging to have my cock inside you. Not yet though, I am just getting started.” He doesn’t give me a chance to respond before sliding down my body and meeting his lips to the inside of my thighs, where he has continued to mindlessly stroke me while explaining how sex with him works.
I am propped up on my pillows, giving me a full view of how open I am to him. “You smell so good Marcy, tasting you will be life changing.” He kisses and licks the inside of thighs, always just shy of reaching my sensitive core, taunting me to no end. His beard adding to the tease of the experience as it brushes against me. Finally, after a moan of frustration from my mouth, he flattens his tongue to me, licking up my center and causing my body to melt back into the softness of the pillows. He doesn’t stop, continuing to lick and suck at my most intimate parts, just grazing my clit each time. After what feels like both an eternity and a moment, he finally reaches my clit and lingers, slowly but firmly. The sensitivity from my first orgasm causing me to quickly unravel. Again, he senses my shift and doesn’t stop, making out with my clit with the same attention to pressure and pace as he does my mouth. I start to get lost in the intensity of it. Then without notice he slides two fingers back inside of me and my quivering increases as he strokes and licks me to another precipice.
“Marcy, come now.” This time, he demands it, and my body has no choice but to obey. I come so hard that I can’t stop myself from riding his face as I squeeze my thighs around his head,and he groans in utter ecstasy against me. The groaning adding a vibration to the already mind-blowing power of my release. I am yelling his name once more, “Fuck Nick, Fuck!” The waves of this orgasm, shooting up my spine, even more intense than the first. My nervous system is completely dominated by the experience. As the aftershocks subside, Nick lifts his head from between my legs, a cocky smirk on his face, eyes still clouded with lust.
“Such a good fucking girl, Marcy.” I can’t help but relish in the praise, having no idea how much I would love that.
My whole body is relaxed from the multiple orgasms I have already had. Yet I can’t stop thinking about the image of his dick pressed against his jeans. “Nick, I need you.”
“I’m here, Marcy. What do you need?” He is laying beside me once again, one arm cradling the base of my neck, as he kisses me behind my ear, and down my jaw.
“I…need you inside me. I need your cock inside me.” I can barely get the words out with the brain fog.
“Told you, you would start to beg.” So cocky. So Sexy. And moving far too slowly.
“Nick, take your damn pants off!”
“Oh, I really like that bossy side of you. Want to tell me again what you need?” He just grins harder.
I can’t wait anymore; I’m aching for all of him. He gives me a devilish grin and stands to remove his jeans. His cock releases from the tension as he slides down his pants and my mouth goes dry. He is bigger than I imagined he would be and suddenly my experience with one, apparently small, dick is feeling inadequate.
“Oh fuck. Are you sure this will work?”
“Yes,” He is returned to kissing me up and down my neck. “I will fit, and we can go slow.” He pumps himself while coming back toward me and I make a mental note that watching himpleasure himself needs to be on the menu. He goes to my drawer to grab a condom.
“No Nick, I just want you. Just us.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, please, I trust you.”
He nods, a flare of recognition in his eyes about what that means coming from me. I spread my legs again, inviting him to me. His muscles twitching as he approaches, he hovers over me briefly, rubbing the throbbing head of his cock against my wetness. I can’t take it. “I’m more than ready, please Nick.”
“Oh, I can tell beautiful,” he nearly growls out, but doesn’t stop stroking himself against me and kissing me slowly. “I just love hearing you ask for me, but I want this too.”
He takes a breath and pushes himself into me, slowly and just a couple inches at first, as I readjust my hips to accommodate the girth of him. He lifts my hips and slides a pillow underneath me.
“Are you okay?” He asks me confidently and sweetly, putting a piece of my hair back behind my ear.
“Yes, better than okay. Please, fuck me Nick, I just want you to fuck me.” I barely recognize my own voice, but with those words, his calm and cool demeanor wavers. He thrusts the rest of himself into me and moans in satisfaction, “Fuck. You feel even better than I imagined. You are so tight, beautiful.” I rotate my hips to get him fully seated inside me, the sensation of him filling me a thrilling kind of satisfaction.
“Fuck me, Nick.” I whisper into his ear. With one of his arms wrapped around my back, holding me in place, he does. Slowly at first, and then increasing the intensity of his thrusts as he hears me whimper and moan with need for him. His rhythm eventually becomes punishing, and I relish in it, he feels so strong and wild as he drives into me, alternating between watching my face and where our bodies are joined together.
“You like that? Like when I fuck you hard like that?” He growls out, knowing that I am loving it.
“Yes, Nick, don’t you dare stop!” He responds to my command with groans of pleasure that make me even more slick with desire.
My pussy is still swollen from my orgasms, and the pressure of him hitting against me with each drive of his cock is like a dream it’s so satiating. I start to, yet again, feel my core quake and tense, knowing another release isn’t far off.
“I can feel you Marcy, I know you are getting close again for me. I am going to come when you do. Where do you want me to come?” He keeps thrusting, his sweat dripping on my chest, and adding even more to my pleasure.
“Come inside me Nick, I want you to come inside me now.” And as the words escape my lips, I start to climax again. My walls clamp around him, and a roar brakes from Nick’s throat as he doesn’t relent and finds his own orgasm alongside my own. I feel the warmth of him explode inside me, which just makes my peak intensify. We are holding each other tightly, muscles and nerves firing, lost in our pleasure, in each other. The moment is so passionate, and Nick must feel it too, because as he lifts his head to look into my eyes, the emotion is plastered all over his face. We don’t move, languishing in the aftershocks of us, our foreheads resting together.
When he finally pulls himself from me, he rests his body between my legs, that I keep wrapped around him. He gently plays with my hair, twirling small strands around his fingers. He doesn’t turn away, not even for a second.
“How are you?” He asks, just like after his office yesterday.
“Ruined. I thought it yesterday, I know it now. There’s no coming back from that.”
