No limits | 2016

I hate limits. Time, noise, ect. It isn't very often that we have the freedom to do anything as much as we want, so when we do, it's almost overwhelming and I feel nervous. I start to doubt myself. I'm short, I'm curvy, pear shaped, I hate my figure, that kind of thing. I start worrying about whether or not he'll still think I'm attractive if we're alone without limits and the lights are on. He's so handsome. The truth is that I didn't see it until he told me how he felt about me, and then suddenly a light switch went off. I started noticing the color and texture of his hair, the color of his eyes, and the way his eyes sort of wrinkle when he smiles. I noticed the different colors in his facial hair, how soft it is against my face when he kisses me, and now just seeing photos of him makes my blood run cold. I'm convinced I can smell his pheromones and they make me salivate. I love the smell of his hair. By the time he shows up, I've got the shakes, my stomach is full of butterflies. Am I wearing the right thing? Is my hair okay? I don't even know if he cares but I do try.

So then he shows up and it's a little nervous small-talk, on my end. We might not have a big time limit, but we do have to be somewhere after so I know there's no time to just sit around and talk. I'm not wearing shoes so when he makes a move to kiss me I usually go to my toes. I can hold that position for a while, but the more we kiss, the weaker my knees feel. His hands are instantly all over me and that's when I break it, suddenly, just to close the curtains.

He's on the couch, which is my favorite place, and I'm instantly on top of him. I've forgotten how self conscious I was and all I can think is how much I want him. When I move toward him, he pulls me closer and we're all hands. Hands under our clothes, and my hands always go to his back where it's warm. I have cold tiny hands and he flinches a little, which is so fucking cute I bite down on his lip. Not enough to hurt, just enough to pull back on it a little. He's not shy about using his tongue. He will open his mouth wide enough to lick the inside of my mouth and it drives me crazy. I'm tearing off his shirt and just enjoying his skin in my hands, eventually chewing on his ear and his neck and enjoying the taste of him in my mouth. One of my hands is on his crotch almost immediately after we start kissing and the feel of his cock makes me wet instantly. I know, even before I touch him, how thick he is and once I finally have him in my grasp I'm tearing at his belt with my other hand and sliding down to grab hold of him.

I hope he likes my hands as much as I think he does, because he always makes a little groan whenever I touch him. I'm not too gentle, I grip him with urgency, stroking him until I can feel his pulse racing, my mouth on his jugular. I can feel his pulse on his neck and his cock and it's so hot that I practically throw myself to the floor, tear off his pants and push it into my mouth.

I can't use words to describe how much I love his cock. It's so thick I can't push it into my throat, but I get him in as far as I can and wrap my lips around him. The first time I saw it, I got goosebumps. I'm used to big dicks, but the way this one was shaped (thick all over, long, veiny), was different. Usually, they have that porn-star shape to them, but his has a slightly different shaped head. That little difference is everything, for some reason. In my mouth, I get him wet enough that I can stroke the remainder with my hand and start pumping, back and forth. The noises he makes drive me crazy. My skin is prickling with goosebumps and I'm moaning into his dick because as much as he's enjoying it, I'm enjoying it, and I use my other hand to cup and stroke his balls. Everything is wet with my exuberance. I've completely forgotten how worried I was about how I looked and I'm just taking off my own clothes before he has the chance to.

Nothing gets me off like sucking his dick. I'm so horny and wet I sit up, put my hands on his chest, push him back and climb on top. I can't think of anything except how much I love him and how much I want him inside me. When I rub the head of his cock against my pussy, he says "you're so fucking wet" and that's enough encouragement for me, so I push him inside. I'm completely shaved so when I get wet it's just everywhere and he's grabbing my ass and getting it all over his fingers. With my hands on his shoulders, I just grind him for a moment, because holy shit he's so thick he fills every part of me in all the right spots and it feels like we're two pieces of a perfect puzzle.

But that doesn't last too long, because the more I move, the more he groans. His hands grab my ass as I ride him and sometimes he'll slap me but most of the time he's running his fingers against the moisture and putting them in his mouth. I alternate from biting his ear to his neck and the moment his mouth is on my breast my toes curl. That's when his fingers make their way to my ass and I go nuts. There aren't any words except "deeper" when he does this, and then "oh god" and "so good" and maybe, if we're coherent, "I love you". I think we don't say it very often because we forget to, but I can feel it in the way he kisses me and the way he looks at me. Usually, I can't look him in the eye, but right now that's all I want to do; look at his face and how much he's enjoying it.

The closer he comes to finish, the more he shakes. He's not selfish and he'll get me to come first (and usually, again) so he's encouraging as I grind him deeper, whispering "come for me" into my ear until I finally do. It's always the best this way, I don't need to use my hand to come, just the feel of his cock in me and his fingers in my ass and the closeness brings me to orgasm and I dig my fingernails into his back.

Now he's free to enjoy everything and his hands are gripping my ass to direct me up and down, faster and harder. He's gritting his teeth and I can see the veins in his neck. We've only been at it for ten or twenty minutes, but he's sweating and I lick the sweat off of his neck and forehead. I want nothing but for him to come so I move the way he likes, enjoying the friction, my pussy so wet it drips down his legs and on to the couch.

When he does come, he wraps his arms around me and pulls me in close. He's in so deep I want to keep him there as long as I can. I can't tell how long we've been kissing, but this is the moment when the chemicals in my brain settle and I feel at peace. It's an addictive feeling, I always want more of it, and he's the only one who's ever given it to me. It almost feels like we're sharing brain waves and I have this overwhelming feeling of love so strong I'm hesitant to let go.

We do let go, eventually, and shower, and then things are back to normal. Except that I can't get that feeling out of my chest whenever I look at him, and even though the sex is sometimes just frantic fucking in the back of a car or a quickie blow job, it's always with all the love in my heart and I can't wait for more.

(This was way more romantic than I had in mind. Next story: sex in a bathroom stall.)