gentlemanpervert:Magnificent. Goddamn. (Reblogged again because the first time accidentally cut of
gentlemanpervert: Magnificent. Goddamn. (Reblogged again because the first time accidentally cut off part of the story.) cupcakesandcum: I didn’t plan on fucking you this afternoon. In fact, I didn’t think you’d be home. Blame the weather and work, but there you were. I was reading something sad, and I think you sensed my mood. I was in your arms and you were cradling me like a small child. Your iced hand smoothing out my rumpled hair. You liked to keep it pressed against the window as you drove. It brought the world’s cold into your ever-warm soul. You lifted my chin and brushed my lips with a kiss. So fast, yet gentle, I didn’t have time to close my eyes. But then you came back, your lips devouring mine but with such care. Like you sensed I was a tiny china tea cup perched saucer-less upon the table ledge. I evaporated and melted into you. When I opened my eyes again I was against the wall, your kisses still as dainty as sugar cubes, leaving their trail of saccharine sweet down my neck and over my collar. You leaned back and gave me that look you perfected. The “hey baby let’s move this party upstairs” stare. I couldn’t help but giggle. You’re too cute for your own good. Once we reached the bedroom we were back to reverent kisses and divine trails of touch. My fingers fumbled with your buttons until I had that magical moment of sweeping your shirt from your wide shoulders. I laid kisses on each one while my fingers made quick work of your belt and pants. “Take your shirt off,” you said. You always enjoy watching me undress. “Your pants, too.” I left my bra and panties. Those belong to you. You backed me onto the bed, your lips never leaving mine except to nibble and bite my neck. You bit harder, intent on bruising. Claiming me as yours. I traced your thick lips with my tongue. You’re so soft, like hot fudge. You reached back, blanketing me with you as you unclasped my bra and freed my breasts. Your mouth went to my right nipple, your favorite. Always making my left one jealous. You suckled and teased, knowing how I love the pressure of my inhaled nipple on your tongue. Your hands pulled at the lace of my panties and I lifted to help you guide them over the curves of my hip. They hung from my foot as you pushed inside me. You’re deep and impossibly thick and even though the reverse is true, I feel swallowed up in you. Our foreheads are together and our lips are just a sheet of paper apart as you glide in and out of my hot center. You seem to have perfected that perfect tantric penetration- fast, slow, slow, fast, fast, slow, slow, slow- until my moans are growing and my mons is covered in my own maple. I’m grabbing at you- at your chest, at the bed, at your hair- anything that brings you closer. Infinitely closer. Until it’s all fast. So fast, you have to stop. I’m confused because I don’t think you’ve cum and I don’t know why you’ve stopped. “I wanted to cum on your face,” you said, “now I’m just exhausted.” I couldn’t help but laugh. I wasn’t done. I needed more. “Go get the hitachi and the restraints,” I pleaded. You raised an eyebrow and I explained, “I want you to use it on me and then cum on my breasts. I want to be bound.” You ran your errands and came back to the bed, restraining my wrists and placing them above my head before kneeling to my side and pressing the toy to my clit. Agonizingly low, it rumbled through me and I arched up to meet it. You teased me with your control- mimicking those tantric tools you used so well with your own toy- fast, slow, slow, fast, fast, slow, slow, slow. You were hard again, but I was losing control. I wasn’t human. I was a cock monster. I needed you. I needed to taste you. To taste me. I arched for your cock until it was between my lips. I sucked frantically, so hard I probably hurt you. My teeth were in the way and there was no technique to be found. Your cock was just too delicious to resist. “Do you like to taste yourself on my cock?” you grunted. You know I do. My hips were gyrating off the bed and I was begging with my eyes for you to press it harder, make it go faster. I didn’t know it was possible to moan so loudly with my mouth so full. I needed to let the monster out. I needed to cum. I needed you to cum. You must have known, because you increased the power of both the hitachi and your cock. You thrust into my mouth, not caring how much I could take, as I give one final thrust off the bed before my orgasm overpowers me. I’m grunting and screaming and moaning and writhing for blissfully agonizing minutes until my ass reaches the sheets once more and you remove the power source from my wet outlet. I let your cock slip from my lips and you pushed my face into your balls. My tongue reached out and lapped quickly as your hand finished my work. I heard your cries and turned just in time to feel that hot paint splatter across my chest. “Take a picture,” I panted, and used my still restrained palms to throw my cell phone from the nightstand to your chest. You laughed, then smiled. “Why?” you asked. “I want to capture the moment so I can write about it later.” -=C&C=- -- source link