Chapter 212 - Intimate lovemaking

I never get tired of looking at him.

Seven years of life together and he just keeps getting hotter. I know the fire is meant to go out at some point, domestic monotony should dull the flame. But it hasn't. I stare at him each day with the same hunger, the same almost-schoolgirl crush. He's older, he's grown a beard, he's grown into his body, there are flecks of what might soon be grey in his hair. And I want him. Every day. In his boxers, in his sports gear, in his pyjamas. I hide my endless adoration sometimes because it feels almost silly to still get this worked up watching a man load the dishwasher perfectly. I just can't help it.

I love how he takes care of his body and appearance even though it's only me that gets to appreciate it these days. I do the same. I don't want the honeymoon to ever end, we can be real with each other while also making an effort.

This morning I woke up and he was already working, sat in the chair in the corner of the bedroom that catches the morning light. He was glowing. He didn't notice me stirring, too busy catching up on emails. I tell him he shouldn't work first thing in the morning, before breakfast, but I admire his drive and ambition. F.u.c.k, I wanted him.

I was squirming in my rumpled sheet, taking him in as I slowly woke up. I love his arms, strong, veined, the way I could see all the muscles in his forearm as he leant his chin on his hand. My legs squeezed together under the duvet, my c.u.n.t was calling to me. I couldn't take my eyes off him, I didn't even want to blink. My gaze followed the curve of his leg. I wanted to see him n.a.k.e.d. I found myself annoyed that he was wearing clothes in the bedroom at all. The thought of him unclothed made me wet, my t.h.i.g.hs tingled as they touched each other. I trailed my hand down to c.a.r.e.s.s them over the duvet, pressing down as if to quiet them. But it just made me want to touch myself properly. I looked straight at him, so lost in concentration, as I ran my palm along my body under the sheets. I traced my fingertips along my stomach, down my leg, teasing myself. They finally reached my p.u.s.s.y, rubbing my s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e lips slowly, working myself up.

He still hadn't noticed the effect he was having from across the room, while doing absolutely nothing. His brow furrowed as he read something, just as my c.l.i.t finally got the touch it needed. I let out a tiny gasp, keeping myself quiet but wishing him to look up.

I need you, I signalled to him telepathically. Please, I want you.

Turns out he isn't totally psychic, much to my frustration, but it didn't stop me from trying again. I licked my finger and pulled aside the silk of my nightgown, exposing my b.r.e.a.s.t. My n.i.p.p.l.e hardened as my wet finger circled and teased it. I grabbed the whole tit, hard.

I need you to come over here and f.u.c.k me senseless, I called to him, shouting in my mind. I kicked the sheets a little, becoming brattily annoyed at this man who was unknowingly ignoring my advances.

F.U.C.K ME NOW! I screamed silently. It finally worked, and he looked up and met my eager eyes. He half-smiled but made no move to give me what I wanted, at least not yet. Instead, his eyes moved deliberately to my c.u.n.t and the hands that c.a.r.e.s.sed it.

Show me, he said without moving his lips.

My hands moved faster, urged on by my audience. He continued to playfully feign disinterest, but that didn't stop me, I was too far gone. My p.u.s.s.y responded to his gaze, squeezing around the finger I pushed inside, getting wetter the more he denied me. My back arched as I ground onto my own hands, my eyes closed as I got closer to the o.r.g.a.s.m he wanted me to have for him. My teeth bit into my lip as warmth spread upwards from my toes. My n.i.p.p.l.es were so s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e like he was squeezing them from afar. Before I knew it, the warmth reached my c.h.e.s.t and the tingling in my c.u.n.t exploded into a burst of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e that made my legs tremble and my breath run ragged. I could hear my gasps as if through a fog.

I hope you liked that as much as I did, I thought to him, eyes still closed, swimming in serenity.

The laptop clicked as it was closed. The floorboards creaked under footsteps. The bed shifted as he knelt on it, somewhere below me. His fingertips on my foot sent shockwaves through my still-coming body. He's here, I thought. He could touch any part of me right now and he could make me come again.

My eyes finally opened to meet his, smiling properly this time.

Well done, his eyes said, looking down.

I followed his glance and saw how hard he was, his c.o.c.k outlined by the straining fabric of his boxers. My foot was resting on his t.h.i.g.h, so I moved it closer and ran my toes gently along his c.o.c.k from base to tip. I wasn't sure if this would have much effect, but he quickly grabbed my ankle and moved it up and down, bringing my toes down to rub against his tight balls, up to the tip and down again. His hands trailed along my calves, but he made no move to take me or demand anything else.

I'm yours now, his kneeling pose told me. I'm hard and ready, do what you want.

No one knows me as he does. After all these years, he knows just how to touch me—how firm, how slow, where to lick, when to suck. I would never swap it for a newer lover, this is everything I need. My hands wound into his soft hair, holding him in place as I danced my h.i.p.s to grind on his tongue, the way we both loved. He liked being my plaything, just as I loved to be his.

I held his hand as I came again, gushing onto his tongue as he pressed it into my c.u.n.t, tasting me and loving it.

Let me taste myself, I whispered without speaking, kiss me.

My tongue played with his as I held him to me, sweet, earthy, delicious. He stripped, rubbing his hard c.o.c.k against me as I dug my nails into the firm flesh of his a.s.s, pulling him closer.

Do you want to f.u.c.k me now? my mischievous smile said, as my hands released his c.o.c.k from his boxers. One hand stroked along the enormous length of him, slightly squeezing, while the other c.a.r.e.s.sed his balls.

Oh God, yes, please. He bit his lip, pleading with me, pulsing his ready d.i.c.k forward into my soft hands, showing me how he'd f.u.c.k my c.u.n.t, if only I'd let him. I started to grind as he moved, f.u.c.k.i.n.g without f.u.c.k.i.n.g, playing pretend to frustrate each other.

Finally, with a slowness designed to drive him crazy, I guided his c.o.c.k between my legs. I had to breathe deeply to let him in, feeling filled already although it was just the tip.

He went carefully, letting me get used to it, waiting for my nod before pushing deeper. I wanted all of him, clutching his face close to mine and begging with my gasps. He obliged and started to f.u.c.k me deeply, thoroughly. Our faces were so close I felt like I could feel what he felt, every shiver and intake of breath showed me how much he loved this p.u.s.s.y, always. Each time we f.u.c.k.e.d like this I wondered, how could I ever want anyone else? Who could ever make me this happy? We fit together perfectly. My legs wrapped around his back and my hands grabbed him, m.o.a.ning into his mouth as he picked up the pace, matched by my movements.

We didn't stop kissing. My fingers c.a.r.e.s.sed his face tenderly as he started to f.u.c.k me harder, long, deep strokes with a strength behind them that made me shake. They reached my g-spot, driving me wild. My need for him was almost painful, like a deep ache that needed to be f.u.c.k.e.d away. I wanted to be f.u.c.k.e.d like this forever, in this bed with the sun streaming in, his tongue in my mouth and his body on mine and his thick c.o.c.k driving deep into me over and over and over.

As much as I wanted to stay like this until he came inside me, I also wanted to taste myself on his c.o.c.k. I gently pushed him up and onto his back, shrugging off my nightgown. His beautiful d.i.c.k stood below me, waiting as I kissed a trail down his body, my hair tickling his c.h.e.s.t and making him squirm.

Watch me. I licked his c.o.c.k slowly from base to tip, pausing there to tease it with little circles of my tongue. We locked eyes as I took him into my mouth. He looked overwhelmed, grateful. I took as much of him in as I could, matching my mouth's movements with my hand, tasting the sweetness of my multiple o.r.g.a.s.ms and the salt of his prec.u.m. My hands built up to a more urgent rhythm, matching the pace of our earlier f.u.c.k.i.n.g, throwing my hair in front of my face as I continued to gaze as him through it. I love this c.o.c.k, I was telling him, I worship everything about you, but especially this.

When his face told me, f.u.c.k me again or I'll scream, I kissed my way back up his body. My hands held onto his c.h.e.s.t for balance as I moved onto my feet and sat back down onto his huge c.o.c.k, letting him watch it as I took it all in, immediately moving up and down quickly, responding to the pulsing of his h.i.p.s.

Stay right there, don't move. He obeyed, arms by his sides, admiring at my body poised above him as I rode faster.

Do it, please, he begged with a breath.

My hand went to his throat, squeezing lightly for a just a moment. I had control. My legs rocked forward onto my knees, and I f.u.c.k.e.d him faster and deeper, making my soft t.i.t.s bounce. I wanted to f.u.c.k him as hard as he'd f.u.c.k.e.d me. The grinding motion made my c.l.i.t rub against him, working me up as I rode, making me squeal.

Don't move, don't f.u.c.k.i.n.g move, I gasped without words, bringing myself to o.r.g.a.s.m on top of him, like my own plaything, made for my p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

He stayed still as I built up to climax, watching me adoringly as my cheeks flushed red and my eyes half-closed. Suddenly, his hands were on my h.i.p.s, pulling me down onto him as I came.

You can keep going, you can come more. His bucking body urged me to keep moving. He was right, I came over and over, the force moving my body almost without knowing, throwing us together, slamming my h.i.p.s down onto his c.o.c.k as he thrust up towards me. I was barely aware that I was screaming into his ear and his hands guided my h.i.p.s, setting a pace that kept me in ecstasy.

I didn't want to stop, not even when the fog of the o.r.g.a.s.m cleared and he released me. I wanted to thank him and f.u.c.k him as hard and as fast as I could. I was breathless, trembling, but m.a.k.i.n.g. .l.o.v.e to him with all the energy I had, bouncing and grinding and kissing him hard. My hands gripped his hair till he winced, but he reassured me with a squeeze.

I like it, I love it, use me.

Riding from one o.r.g.a.s.m to another, everything blending and perfectly never-ending. I wanted to cry, yelling out nonsensical sounds as my c.u.n.t squeezed, sending shocks through both of us. He gripped my a.s.s in response, so hard the pain melded with the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e, and I finally slowed, shuddering and sighing.

Thank you, I sensed him saying to me, thank you for letting go.

He held me on him for a moment, savouring the warmth of my happy, spent body on his, before gently pushing me off him. I slid onto the bed, stretching out a little against the refreshing cotton. He rolled me onto my side, spooning behind me, kissing my neck.

More, I want more, I signalled, grinding my h.i.p.s back towards him as he guided his c.o.c.k between my t.h.i.g.hs.

Now you stay there, I'll give you what you want.

His c.o.c.k slid back into me. F.u.c.k, it stretched me every time. He held my tit firmly as he brought me into a deep, passionate kiss, not coming up for air as he started to move inside me.

Touch yourself.

I rubbed my c.l.i.t graciously as his c.o.c.k filled me up so much I could hardly think straight. He chuckled as I did, pleased that I could read his silent orders. His c.o.c.k pounded me faster and faster, at a pace I could only ever take once I had come this much, a pace I now needed, and he knew it.

I just want to hold on and scream, let me lie here and scream. There was nothing but him, the sensation of him taking my body to a place only he could. He didn't stop, didn't falter, holding me to him as I dissolved into a pure animal state, his and only his. I held onto his neck and he watched my face as I closed my eyes and drifted into intense bliss, suspended in time where nothing mattered, there was only now and us and me and him.

He held me, safe and submissive, as he f.u.c.k.e.d me like he never needed to stop. His arms curled around me, keeping me in place, turning my face towards him so he could read me even though my eyes were closed. His breath was hot on my cheeks, I drank him in when he kissed me, hard, a little rough, so I knew he was losing control himself. Hands gripped my belly, pulling me to him as if we weren't already locked together as tight as could be. I heard him m.o.a.ning, he who was usually so reserved, a low growl that signalled his need for release.

Come inside me, don't pull out, don't stop, don't stop, give it to me, don't stop don't stop don't stop…

Harder and harder, faster and faster, like a train without brakes. Only he can do this, only he can read me, only I can read him. Nothing has ever been this good. When he came he grasped my face and kissed me without breathing, stopping time, a moment I knew he wanted to last forever, because that's all I wanted too. His c.o.c.k twitched and grew hot inside me as the comforting warmth of his c.u.m filled me, giving me everything. He stayed there, his body intertwined with mine, as our c.h.e.s.ts heaved in unison and we looked at each other with bleary, grateful eyes.

Thank you, I really needed you today.

Ends