It’s been a while now that I’m contemplating about making that extra step over her implied limit. Especially because of her cute little jokes here and there, regarding the subject. It’s not like I haven’t tried to… motivate her… at times, but she always backs off at the slightest inconvenience when that wondrous mind of hers starts to worry about her grace wearing off.
Her not looking good.
Embarrassment.
And all that adjacent misconception society implied shit women have to deal with growing up.
I shake my head and chuckle at how ridiculous I find her concerns.
There’s nothing gracious about deep choking on a hard cock. And that’s kinda the whole point.
I’m a patient man, but learning to read her has been a challenge. She’s simple, like quantum physics.
I lose my shorts, walk over her precious toy shelves, and I make my picks. Mmm… I can feel my blood rushing south as I make my way to join her in the shower. I sneak stealthily into the bathroom, just to watch her for a few moments.
How the water drips down her curves.
How relaxed she looks, keeping her face up under the water stream.
How her hair hangs slick and wet in darker shades of red down her back…
How the lines under her butt cheeks fluctuate as she changes balance from one foot to the other…
How unaware she is of my presence… of what I have in plan for her… yep. All blood has reached the south destination in a rush, gifting me a full hard on craving for her. Sigh! I set the toys in close reach and I join her. I slide my hands on her wet skin around her waist from behind and I lock her startled in an embrace along with a ticklish soft kiss at the side of her neck. She squeals really short, then starts to giggle in surrender, her back leaning on my chest. Another small kiss follows, higher and higher. I reach her jawline and it doesn’t take long to find her lips. She turns to face me. Fuck! I feel her nipples against my chest. Hard. How the fuck can she keep them hard under this burning hot hell stream she calls a shower? Her hands lock over the back of my neck and I can tell she’s raised on her tiptoes due to how she pushes up against my lips, trying at best to gain dominance in our wild kiss. And Christ! Temptation is strong to lift her up, smash her back to the wall and fuck her like she’s asking… but focus! I push her away and I pull back as… crap!… her hand just curled at the base of my cock. I insist on keeping her in place, despite her frown of confusion under which she locks her eyes on me. I can’t help but stretch a smile under the heavy breath.
‘Not today, kitten. Today you’ll be a good girl and listen.’
Her eyes widen, the corners of her mouth go up. I let her free of my grip, I tilt my shoulder and I guide her with a look over it to see what I’ve brought along to play. A shy gasp escapes her lips as she lays her eyes on Beast, her favorite arch enemy toy that she ‘fights’ on her own for a while now to take it whole, and another smooth, pink and fairly thin dildo. In my defense, size was not an eligible criteria when I made my pick, but the feature they both have in common: a suction cup. I need them both to keep steady in place. If I am to enjoy this at best, so will she. I get down quickly, just to set them right on the floor of the shower, Beast up front, the pink behind, make sure they are secured and I get back up to her. She swallows empty when our eyes meet again. Her voice breaks through, but I prematurely stop her protest with my lips over hers. I blindly reach for the emergency thick water-based shower lube we keep at hand. This is an emergency! I squeeze a generous amount in my palm and I rub it straight between her legs. She lets away a shy, trembling moan and I continue to rub. Up and down her split, ass to clit, making a slippery mess. Then when I feel her ready, pressing down my hand, squeezing her thighs, needy, I pin my thumb and pinky at each side of her entrance and I slide three fingers in. This time she blesses my ears with a deep, steady moan.
I hold for a few moments, then I go a little deeper.
And deeper.
And I hold again.
I add a little balance.
Slow and short.
In and out.
A bit of game in my fingers. And I keep it like this for a while, bringing up the pace, but never ‘till she bursts. I want her to build. I want her insanely in need. Keep her motivated to distract herself between her legs so I can take advantage of her mouth… and throat… hopefully. She’s becoming more and more inpatient. I add my two left over fingers into the equation too, to discourage her desperate temper, up until I have all my 5 fingers dug into her pussy to my knuckles.
Thrusting and spinning.
Thank god she has the tendency to squeeze the grip on my cock a little too hard when she’s this aroused because under the right grip, I couldn’t stop myself from bursting.
I stop.
She makes an attempt to kneel down to her playground, but I keep her up just a bit more, until I reach for a towel and I throw it on the ground. I care about her necessary comfort, so I can push through her misconceptions at ease. Her knees are to be kept comfortable. Then I reach for the lube again and I pour a waste worth amount half bottle spread on each of the toys and I invite her over to take a sit with a teeth-showing excited smile.
I can never get over the excitement, the blood rush, the anticipation, each time I have her kneeling down in front of me. I take a step back to have a better angle for seeing the action between her legs as I take control of my cock into my own hand. I’m very careful about how I stoke myself to the show in front of me. I put on my best endurance game as she rubs her split to Beast, supporting on her hands pinned above her knees, going down.
Slow and careful.
Nice and easy.
Self spreading in balance with that grace she’s so dependable of, in a damn hot soft wavy swing of her hips. She comes down half on Beast, pink slipping up and down, caressing and teasing her rosebud, her lips parted through a gap as she breathes under the water stream. Christ! She’s hot! Hotter than her hell! I’m pulsating mad in my fist. I can’t explicitly see from my spot, but I can read it on her. When she tempers down the pace of the ride again, sheer focus all over her face, I can tell she’s taking pink in.
That’s it! I can’t watch anymore, I need to feel her! I take a step forward, I place my left hand at the back of her head and I guide her forward to my cock and out of direct water pouring on her face. She opens up, tongue flat out. I raise my cock and I let her stoke me. Flat tongue balls to tip. Fuck! My knees go weak for a slight moment, heart pounding, mouth watering, breathing heavy. She swirls her tongue around my head and secures my tip in that magical tight grip of lips and pressed tongue. She’s a bit defensive as she starts sucking, still struggling to come down her playground, holding her hands pinned on my waist, making sure she keeps me at a safe distance. And I let her. It doesn’t take long ‘till her right hand breaks from my waist and moves between her legs and the tension in her left loosens along with her riding game becoming more bold. So I take advantage and I tense my left behind her head and I slowly push deeper. And deeper. Until she gags, her spine arches and she tries to pull. I’m too aroused to give up. I don’t push deeper, but I don’t pull back or let her pull either.
I hold.
Shaking, but I hold.
She gags again. And a couple times more. But her right hand is still between her legs, still rubbing, her left is fighting me, but not really, so when the gagging stops, I go deeper. Her eyes are closed, she’s frowned, she’s deliberately avoiding me. But the water stream sounds seem to help, interfering a bit with the sounds she makes, and while I’d like to focus solely on her gags and whimpers, it does seem to give her the determination she needs to break through misconceptions.
I go deeper.
All in. And pull out to my tip then go back in all length again.
I hold still for the price of a long gag, then I set free.
And I repeat.
Again.
And again. Up until her gaging gets less dramatic, her rubbing more aggressive and her riding goes lower. And I go deep again. This time, after I hold, I don’t come out. I start thrusting, short. She’s becoming more… not comfortable, but accustomed.
‘Good girl!’
I had to let her know how good she’s doing, but fuck! I didn’t expect her eyes on mine. Those big eyes, red from tearing up, under a confused as fuck frown. And she’s not just doing great, she’s looking gorgeous with my hard cock down her throat!
I take my words back on that grace thing. She’s making art out of this. I lose the confidence in my thrusting, my knees go weak again and seem to keep like that this time. I let my cock loose from my grip and I pin my hand to the wall behind her. She grips me tight in another gag. Fucking hell! Her eyes still on mine. It must be the look on my face, of a rabid dog in heat, giving me up, because she remains determined and confident in whatever the fuck is going on in this particular moment. I keep still, not that I wouldn’t want to keep sliding pressed her tongue, but because I can’t control my bliss from exploding anymore. But she doesn’t. She keeps riding and rubbing and looking. I struggle for a breath to gain some steadiness, but by the time I almost make it, she decides my fate when I feel a vibration under my cock.
It takes me a few to realize it’s a moan.
Followed by another.
And another.
And oh fuck me!
Her eyes roll.
She’s cuming!
And she’s begging for my seed.
I break!
My vision blurs.
Green floating thingys fly all over the place.
Pleasure jolts up my cock.
I fill her.
Squirt after squirt after squirt through moans and gags and frowns until there’s nothing left in me but trembling.
And God damn satisfaction.
