A cold day leads to a hot night (long, first time writer) | 2016

It had been a long, cold day. After a day like that, you just want to go home and unwind. I didn't feel like cooking, so I picked up some dinner for us, and we ate it while watching one of our Netflix programs. Once the program was over, we both probably should have studied or done something productive, but that clearly wasn't what was on our minds. During the show there was action and drama designed to pull on my girly heartstrings and get me all emotional, and I began to get really desirous. I wanted my man, and I wanted him now. Naturally, he didn't try to dodge my advances or argue with me, and he was soon pushing me up the stairs towards our bedroom, verbally teasing me about what we were about to do.

I began stripping off my many layers of clothing, and once I was down to my shirt, bra and panties, I sat on the bed and beckoned to him, wanting him to join me. To my surprise, he was sitting in his desk chair, playfully ignoring me. I figured I could entice him over, so I ditched my shirt, and then unhooked my bra. My breasts looked good. They're small, but very shapely and perky, particularly at this moment. Surely this will get him to come over.

Even as I play with the girls, he does not move from his spot. He proceeds to tell me "I'm not coming over there until you really want it." I try to tell him that I don't think his plan of sitting there ignoring me is going to work, but he keeps at it. He does put on some music to set the mood, which is nice. I decide to lay down and just have a little fun by myself. I close my eyes, and begin to run both hands over my breasts and panties. The indirect contact between my fingers and clit is so relaxing to me, and I quickly melt into my own world.

This must have gotten his attention, as I was brought back to reality by his sudden presence on top of me, shirtless, and kissing my chest. He looks so sexy above me. "You're so sexy" I tell him. In a firm and hushed voice he tells me to "shut up." He gets me into a spooning position, and the torture begins. He fondles my breasts and runs his fingers and palm over my panties. I try to take hold of his dick, but he pushes my arm away before I can touch it. This part is about me, and he wants to make sure I know that. He is normally so ready to go that he can't hold back, but this time he is starting more slowly. He really does want me to want it, and he's going to make me beg for it. As he continues he bites at my shoulders and upper back, and I can feel that I will most definitely have marks on me after this is over. His petting gradually picks up speed, and I am beginning to get very sensitive. Considering that my clitoris hasn't actually been touched at this point, I feel rather silly about the fact that I am twitching with ecstasy, but at the same time it feels so good that I don't even care. I try to touch him again, and again he pushes me away. I want to be a team player, but I am putty in his hands and I'm not sure I currently have the ability to give a good handjob anyway. His other hand is by my face, and I settle for sucking one of his fingers. I pull it into my mouth, thinking about how I was to do this to his dick, and also how I want his dick inside me. He keeps building me up. I tell him that I want more, hoping to get something inside me to satisfy my body's aching desire. He caresses all of me even more aggressively, but does not give me what I want. I decide to be specific as I know I can't stand this for much longer. "Dick, please."

He reaches for my panties. "Well then, we'd better get rid of these." He throws them somewhere, I don't care where. He takes off his pants and exposes his large erection. He's so big, as he always is. It took us so long to be able to have truly good sex together, because I was never big enough for him and it caused me pain. I was now able to take in all of him, and our previous struggles were part of why our successes were full of such passion. I lay on my back and he straddled my chest, up high so that my mouth could reach his thick cock. I took it into my mouth as much as I could. He moaned quietly, as I moved up and down with both my mouth and my hand. I loved making him moan. He reached back behind him and found my, now very wet, clit. I moan with his cock in my mouth, and the feeling make me want to suck him harder, while at the same time making it very difficult to do anything at all. We keep going until my jaw can't handle it. My mouth was not made to take in something his size, but that's quite alright because I think we're both very ready for something more.

He moves back and gets our bodies lined up, and then he slides into me. It's such an amazing feeling to take him in. I moan as I appreciate just how incredible this moment is. This man whom I love is inside of me, and it feels marvelous. We begin to move in perfect sync. We start off slow, but quickly pick up speed. He usually doesn't go as deep as he can because it can be painful for me, but he can tell I want as much of him as I can get. He pushes in deeper, and every few thrusts he goes as far as he can. It's a lot to take in, but man is it exhilarating. I reach down with my hand and feel his shaft, slippery and hard, moving up and down, in and out of my body. I love feeling him with my hand as he goes in and out. Even though I can't see his dick in this position, I can visualize it while I touch it. I manage to find his balls too, and I fondle them. I want to touch all of him, as much as I can. He is an amazing lover. He knows when to be gentle with me, and he also knows how to fuck me and satisfy my dark side.

We move into doggy, which he loves. He appreciates my ass while he slowly moves in and out of me. He can see the marks he made early on my back, and he likes it. I try to please him in this position, but I cannot handle doggy very long, and I soon slide down onto my stomach. He slides down with me, and I love feeling his weight on me. This is one of my favorite positions, and he knows it. The pressure on my G spot is amazing as he fucks me. He goes fast, breathing heavily in my ear, letting me know he's enjoying himself as much as I am. It almost feels like an out of body experience during these moments. All of the cares of the world are gone, and there is only this. I am moaning uncontrollably, enjoying the pressure and stretching in all the right places. One of my hands is running my fingers through his hair and touching his face, while the other is alternating between touching his thrusting shaft and my oh so sensitive clit. I want to finish, and before I know it, I am finishing. It's not a big orgasm this time, but it is a long one. The thrusts slow as I tighten up. I continue to moan as my body experiences the rush, and after I come down from it I am brought partially back to earth. It's his turn now.

He gets on his back and I head to climb on top of his erection, knowing that he must be close. He has amazing restraint, but now that he's accomplished his goal of giving me a good time, it will not take him long. As I turn to get on top of him, I decide to take a moment to suck him again. He loves it. He loves being inside me, but this is a different sensation, and it is equally amazing in a different way. I don't stay down there long. I make sure I hear a few good moans from him, and that he is good and slippery, and then I climb on top of him. He enters me slowly, but he's essentially an animal right now and I know it's taking all his control to keep from banging me hard. I start moving my hips slowly. I'm still recovering from my orgasm and my vagina has had a workout at this point. He is loving my movements, and he grabs my ass and pushes and pulls me to make my movements bigger and faster. I love it when he grabs my ass. He usually tells me how great it is, but at this point we haven't spoken since he entered me and we aren't about to change that. As I continue to move, he pushes me up. When I'm on top I tend to lay low with my head next to his and my chest hovering just over his, but he likes to see me. I am now sitting up, and though I can't grind as well, it's made up for by the fact that we can look at each other. I can see in his face that he feels amazing right now. He is so relaxed yet so wound up all at the same time. He stares up at me, and his eyes are so full of love, and passion. I am sure he sees a similar look in my eyes. I may have finished, but I am still really enjoying myself, and the post-orgasm hormones are already filling me and making me blissfully happy.

I am not sure I can finish him like this, and he understands. He pulls out of me, and I straddle him so that he can still feel my weight on him. He is so close, he elects to finish himself quickly. I rub all over his body with both of my hands, and lean down to kiss him as he cums. He makes that moan he always seems to make when he finishes, and I smile. Most of his massive load goes into his hands, but I decide to move them aside and take a little for myself. I pull his dick into my mouth, which surprises him. I just really can't get enough of him tonight. I lick up what is left of his juice and move up and down on his shaft very slowly. I know that he is very sensitive, but I am being careful and his moans tell me he likes it. I make sure I get as much of him cum as I can, and then decrease my speed until I finally release his softening member. I move to lay next to him, his arm around me. I softly kiss any part of his body I can reach as I lay there. I am actually aware of the music again, which I only noticed once in a while as we fucked each other. I insist that we cuddle until the current song ends. We do, and then I reluctantly climb out of bed. Looking in the mirror, my hair is evidence of the fun we've just had, and I giggle to myself as I head off to clean up.