Page 114 of S is for SEX

“I want world peace, and eighty degree median temperature, and gas prices to plummet below a dollar a gallon,” I said. “But we don’t always get what we want.”

She huffed out a sigh, bent over the couch, and acted as though I was cheating her out of something she was truly entitled to. With her cute little ass sticking up in the air, and her pussy right in front of me for the taking, I stroked my cock with one hand and slapped her ass with the other.

“Sorry, but I’m not fucking you from behind,” I said.

She glanced over her shoulder and puffed out a pouty lip. “Why?”

I rubbed my beard with my left hand and continued to stroke my cock with my right. “Because I love you.”

Her eyes shifted back and forth between my cock and my beard. After glancing at each a few times, she sighed heavily. “If you truly loved me, you’d just shove that in me right now.”

I released my cock, reached around her waist, and lifted her from the floor. “When we’re done, tell me if you hated this.”

“Hate what?” she asked.

I lifted her into my arms fully, walked into her bedroom, and lowered her onto the bed, facing up. As she peered up and into my eyes, I crawled on top of her and began to kiss her deeply. With our lips pressed firmly against each other and our tongues intertwined, she began to moan in pleasure.

Purposefully making sure there was no penetration, at least not yet, I moved my mouth along her jaw and began to kiss her neck while grinding my hips against hers. A quick glance toward her face produced an image of her biting her lip and writhing in suppressed sexual agony.

My mouth slowly slid along her skin from her shoulder to her chest, kissing along the surface of her skin the entire way, and eventually came to a stop at her breasts. Kissing her nipples and massaging her breasts in my hands, I pressed against her firmly and ground my hip bones against hers. In a show of her sexual satisfaction, or quite possibly her frustration, she arched her back and pressed the backs of her shoulders deeply into the comforter. With her perky breast now pushed fully into my mouth, I squeezed the other in my hand and twisted her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“Please…” she moaned.

I lifted my free hand to her mouth and covered her lips with my index finger. “Shhh.”

I raised myself slightly and worked my way along the length of her body until my mouth met her waiting swollen mound. I slowly began to work my right finger in and out of her wet folds as I sucked and licked her clit with precision.

She bucked her hips against my face and I continued to lick her pussy and suck her clit as if my life depended on it. My tongue as deep as I was able to force it while my finger rhythmically continued to work her into a sexual frenzy quickly proved to be too much for her. A loud wailing sound silenced by a pillow against her face confirmed her satisfaction and having reached climax.

I raised my head in enough time to see her remove the pillow from her face and toss it aside. Her eyes met mine and remained fixed for a moment, but not a word was shared. I admired her beautiful face and allowed her a moment to regain her senses.

Sienna’s beauty wasn’t simple.

There was no disputing Sienna was a beautiful woman in her outward appearance. Often times, I found myself simply standing and staring at her, incapable of believing she truly existed in the sense she did, and that she did so with such ease.

Her willingness to eagerly participate in the act of living life was testament to her inner beauty. A woman who refused to allow the unfortunate events in her life to bring her down in spirit, she held her head high and lived life completely and to the fullest. Always giving those around her a smile, if for no other reason but to confirm her position on life, she exuded her beauty from her very being.

But nothing Sienna did, believed, or participated in was quite as beautiful as the scent of her having reached climax on my face.

I slowly inhaled a deep breath through my nose, savoring her aroma as I did so. As her head collapsed onto the bed, I carefully crawled on top of her and began to kiss her sensually.

Our mouths pressed against each other and our bodies chest to chest, I continued to kiss her as I guided my stiff cock inside her wetness. As I slowly and silently began to work my hips back and forth, she bit into my lower lip and held her bite, moaning as I continued the steady rhythmic pace.

I slid my hands under her shoulders and held her chest tight against mine, working myself in and out of her warmth in a balanced and predictable motion. Each stroke of my cock was full and forceful, but not abrupt.

After five minutes of my body grinding against her, and our mouths encompassed in a kiss the entire time, she released my lips and tilted her head rearward. As I continued my long, full strokes, I lifted my body from hers, arched my back, and worked my long shaft in and out with a forceful grace.

As I released every drop of my love into her, she relaxed and howled into the room, providing all she needed to confirm she loved me as deeply and as permanently as I loved her. I collapsed on the bed, drained of every ounce of energy, and satisfied completely that I had provided her a powerful message of my love. Eventually her breathing became less intense, and slowed to a steady pace. After a few minutes of silence, she turned toward me and smiled.

“You were right,” she said.

I raised my head from the bed and turned toward her as I rested my jaw in my palm. “About what?” I asked.

“I didn’t hate that,” she said. “Not one bit.”

I nodded my head and didn’t say a word. I’d proven my point. I didn’t hate it either. I knew I wouldn’t.

It was the first time we actually made love.

And I tricked her into doing it on Valentine’s Day.

Score: Vince 1, Sienna 0.

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