Page 113 of S is for SEX

VINCE

February 14th, 2015

Sienna and I had continued our ritual of eating out on Sunday’s for lunch, and often went together to my mother’s house in the late afternoon for dinner. When the weather was nice, we typically met at the establishment because I was on my motorcycle, and even though the warm winter days were warm enough for me, they were never warm enough for her. On this particular day, the forecast had called for cold enough weather that my bike was locked in her garage, and we intended to ride in her car.

I stepped from the shower, wrapped myself in a towel, and walked toward the vanity to shave my neck. My beard was now pretty long, and according to Sienna, was the best aphrodisiac ever. I never understood the fascination some women had with beards, but I wasn’t one to argue with her, especially after she described herself as weak when it came to having sex with me while I had a full beard.

She had proven to be the best possible sexual match for me, and although my deep sexual desires were never met – or even discussed – with Natalie, I had no deep desires with Sienna, everything was a reality.

After shaving my neck, pulling on a pair of jeans, and grabbing a white tee shirt, I walked from the bedroom and into the living room while unfolding the shirt. Sienna appeared comfortable on her back with her Kindle held in the air, still dressed in a pair of pink plaid pajamas and matching pink plaid house shoes. Hanging over her shoulders and draped onto the couch, her hair looked perfect, as always.

Engrossed in her book, and unaware I had even entered the room, she continued to read as I walked across the room. As I pulled the shirt over my head, I paused and said what I was thinking.

“You’re pretty,” I said.

She lowered her Kindle onto her chest, draped her head over the side of the couch, and cleared her throat. “I’m always prettier with your big dick in my mouth. You know that, right?”

There was no doubt Sienna was different than most women in almost all respects, and sex certainly wasn’t excluded from the differences. She didn’t care much for me making slow, kind, caring passionate love to her.

Sienna liked being fucked.

And, as fate would have it, I liked fucking her.

I pulled my shirt over my head, unzipped my jeans, and admired her for a short moment. The mid-day sunlight made her hair even more beautiful than it was in its absence. Impatient, as always, she released the Kindle from her grasp, opened her mouth, and extended both her thumbs in the air.

“Do it,” she said.

I really didn’t need any more of an invitation to stick my cock in her mouth. My only problem, if it was truly a problem, was that I was incapable of lasting more than a few minutes while watching her suck my dick, and for whatever reason, I was incapable of closing my eyes while she did so. It simply felt too damned good and she looked great doing it. As a result, almost immediately following her performance on me orally, I would pull out of her mouth and start fucking her. I suspected she was well aware wrapping her soft lips around the head of my dick wasn’t a prerequisite to having sex, but her doing it always seemed to lead to me fucking her.

Her consistent offering to suck my cock stood as a pretty solid indication that she used her oral skills to coerce me to have sex with her.

Either way, the process was something we both seemed to enjoy immensely.

I kicked my jeans to the side, gripped my cock in my hand, and began to stroke it while I walked toward her. Laying on her back with her head dangling off the side of the couch, I knew not only that I’d be able to force myself deep into her throat with her in that position, but that I wouldn’t last a matter of minutes.

As I watched the head of my dick slip past her lips, I considered closing my eyes and face fucking her into a whimpering little pile, but I couldn’t force myself to either shut my eyes or turn my head the other direction.

She was right.

She was prettier with my cock in her mouth.

After a few seconds of her sucking and licking masterfully, I began to buck my hips back and forth. Within ten seconds, I was burying my cock deep in her throat, and she eagerly accepted every inch of it.

Watching my shaft disappear into her mouth provided a sense of satisfaction that was not only sexual, sensual, and fueled my dark and dirty inner being, but provided confirmation of just how compatible we truly were. Sienna liked having my cock in her mouth just as much as I liked it there.

And I really liked it there.

A few more slow strokes into her mouth, and I felt my scrotum begin to tighten.

“Time to switch it up,” I said as I pulled myself from her mouth.

“Fuck my mouth,” she said as she turned her head to the side and blinked her big brown eyes. “Please.”

“You little fucking tease,” I said. “Get up.”

“I’m not a tease,” she said as she stood, wiping her mouth free of saliva with the back of her hand.

“A tease teases. I want that cock in my mouth,” she said as she kicked her shoes to the side and pushed her pajamas and underwear off in one effortless motion.

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