We fought. (m/F) | 2016

We fought last night.

And it was bad. Teary eyes, angry voices, and the staccato beat of her small fists against my chest led me to just want to hold her tightly, but she kept…pushing…me…away. I retreated into an angry shell and she piled on the dirty and mud-slinging. I finally had a weekend off to see her, and the chances of anything other than us being even barely civil were slim. And it had been so long since I had her. So long since I was deep inside of her, feeling her soft lips gasping into my ear. So long since my hands dug into her sides as I pumped into her from behind, and her green eyes looked back at me begging for more. And who knows when that would happen again. At the pinnacle of our flare up she shrieked;

“You’re not touching this pussy this weekend,” while gesturing wildly at her jeans covered crotch. Needless to say, I slept on the couch last night. As I stepped out of my shorts and started the shower, I regretted everything. Stepping inside under the searing water I welcomed the burning that rained onto my back. It was nice to feel something other than her vitriol.

I must have been engrossed in that suffering because I evidently lost track of the time I spent under that showerhead. Not only that, but I didn’t even notice her step in behind me. I was jolted out of my downtrodden soaking by the feeling of soft lips between my shoulder blades. She then laid her cheek against me, stepping forward, the tips of her nipples ticking the skin of my lower back. I immediately straightened up as my cock slowly began to harden.

“Good morning,” she said, kissing me again as her right hand found its way around my side and her nails lightly ran over my stomach. I shivered as I absentmindedly pressed back into her, my ass skating over her own taut midriff. As I groaned, she snaked her left hand around to grab the soap that lay on the bath bar in front of me, lathering up my chest with that hand while sliding her right lower, skating over my happy trail, as her fingers quickly found my nearly fully hard cock.

As she wrapped her skilled hand around it, it thickened, and she began to softly stroke it. My hips gently pumped as I reached a hand around to find her thigh, but her right hand moved to slap it away.

“Shh,” she kissed each shoulder blade, “this one’s all for you.” Her left hand put the soap back and skated down to gently tug at my balls as she continued to work my member like an artist with clay. I let my hands lay open at my sides as I softly moaned, groaned, and cussed as she picked up speed.

“I thought…,” I breathed, “you said I wasn’t going to touch your pussy,” as I breathed out the last word I felt the sharp pain of a bite on my back. She spun me around, pushing my cock up to press against my stomach, as she feverishly stroked it, biting her lip and looking up into my eyes. “And you won’t,” she snarled, almost angrily. I wanted to hold that gaze for as long as possible, but I was only human; my eyes travelled down her slender neck, past her collarbones, and stopped as her breasts came into view. Perfectly formed, capped with pink nipples. I felt so close. She knew.

Bringing my cock back forward she aimed it precisely at her cute little stomach. It was almost as if her belly button was a bull’s eye. If it were up to my I’d be kissing it, laying waste to a trail down to her precious honey pot. But I was putty in her hands. “You won’t touch my pussy,” she moved her left hand to slowly rub a thumb over the head of my cock. I was going insane, “you won’t taste it and you won’t feel it choke this cock of yours. You won’t feel the heat of my orgasm, the clenching, squeezing of this cunt,” She pulled her thumb off and stroked even faster. My hips bucked and we both knew I was seconds away.

“You are mine,” she said, never breaking eye contact. I lost my vision for a flash of a second as hot, ropey cum shot out of my swollen cock. Her green eyes shined in the wetness of our shower, but I had to look down at the white jets splashing against her stomach, then trickling down a shaven mound, collecting between her legs and flowing down her thighs. My cock half softened as she finished stroking it, and she ran a finger between her legs, collecting my juices, carrying them up, and sliding her digit between her lips, before making an audible popping sound as she pulled it out. After licking up whatever spunk was left, she smiled.

“Delicious. Now go lie in bed, I’m sure you didn’t sleep well last night.” She wasn’t wrong. My post orgasm stupor found me shambling out of the shower, drying off, and laying down. She would later tell me that she fingerfucked herself to three orgasms before coming back out, but at the time I had no idea. I just found myself laying on top of the covers, my cock wilting as I bit my lip and very much desired her to be on top of me at that particular moment. And then I fell asleep.

I woke up to perfect. A warm, talented mouth, lips pursing around my swollen cock head was the first sight I woke up to. She was meticulous, nails digging into my thighs as she bobbed her head up and down, brow furrowed, eyes narrowed, completely lost in her task. As I groaned those piercing green eyes shot up to me, and I felt a smile form around my dick. Again with the popping sound, she stroked me off and kissed my thigh before I spoke.

“I want you to enjoy this, lover,” she popped one of my balls into her mouth, as she picked up speed stroking me, “before the warmth of my mouth is the closest thing you’ll feel to my pussy.” I won’t say she was beating a dead horse, but I hadn’t exactly figured out her gamut. Part of me wanted to take over control, but she was just so damn good at keeping me pleased, I just laid back and finally spoke.

“How did I get so lucky?”

She moaned onto my dick.

“I haven’t even fixed you dinner yet. You just keep those hands where I can see them and you’ll keep getting lucky all day,” she dove all the way down my length, deep throating me for the first time and I nearly shot there.

Cradling my balls in one hand, she backed her lips up so she could stroke my length at the other, her tongue expertly teasing the head of my cock.

“Christ, you’re so fucking good,”

“I know,” she said, only barely moving off my head to speak. She softly kissed the top before engulfing my thickness again, earnestly ready to milk every last drop of semen out of me. And every last drop was coming, alright. The familiar stirring in my balls led to my anxiously pumping my hips up and down, trying my best to increase the speed of the blowjob. She giggled a sweet, sexy laugh as I was deep inside her mouth, and that set me off. Pursing her lips one more time as her tongue teased the last jets out of me. She swallowed it all down and then some, sucking my softening cock until it lay back against my stomach, before running her tongue around it a bit more.

And then she turned her little game a bit more extreme. She pounced onto the bed, raising up on her knees, the lips of her pussy glistening with wetness, hovering over my spent cock. She started to swing her hips in a circle, sexily dancing right above mine. I immediately bridged up to kiss her but she forcefully pushed me back down.

“Don’t even think about it,” she kept a hand against my stomach as the other travelled down hers and a finger slipped inside. It shined as she pulled it out and deftly pressed it against my lips. Immediately I kissed and sucked at it, groaning at the taste, “good boy.” She jumped off the bed and padded back into the bathroom, her ass shaking with every step, back dimples begging to me kissed. Forcefully, she threw her shorts at me, telling me to put them on and go downstairs. I didn’t really have a choice, I guess, and so I ended up on the living room couch wondering what more she had in store. Whatever it was, I was two orgasms into the day and my patience was honestly starting to wear thin. She bound down the stairs, long, shapely legs coming first. I loved her legs. So soft, a perfect home for my lips, a perfect handle for my hands, and a great home for my head to sit in between. She was wearing a white sundress that flashed a modest amount of thigh, and hugged her pert breasts tightly. There was enough cleavage to be great to look at but to also make me beg for more.

My cock was half hard throughout the rest of the day. She cooked for me, making sure to stretch up or bend over when she knew I’d be hungrily looking. Every bite of food reflected an oral fixation, and she made it a habit of skating her hand against my crotch whenever we were near each other.

A handful of hours later we ended up on the couch watching a movie. I sat in the middle, and she sat with her back against one of the arm rests, those perfect legs stretched out and in my lap. Ever so softly she began stretching her legs so they would at times run over my ever hardening cock in my shorts.

Frankly, it became too much.

As the movie we were watching became more intense, I let my hand fall to her knee, gently grabbing it as the drama increased. Eventually we found ourselves just staring into each other’s eyes…and back to my hand on her knee. I’d slide it up a few centimeters, and she’d bite her lip, staring at the new placement before looking back at me. Eventually, she smiled, and looked down at her legs, as she slightly parted them. Her bare, perfect pussy was all I could see underneath, and I was immediately hard as a rock. As she closed her legs I slid my hand up to the middle of her thigh. In a flash, her hand shot down to grab mine, but I held strong.

“No,” she said softly.

I pushed forward a bit and was met with the same resistance. “I said no!” she said a littler harsher. That got me heated. I pulled my hand out from in between her legs only to grab her wrist and pull her arm behind her back, where I grabbed it, and her other wrist, keeping them in place with my other hand. She whimpered as my hand found its home again. Her thighs tightened their vice as my hand slid up underneath the bottom of her dress, and I had nearly reached the promise land. But right now, that wasn’t my concern. I pressed my body forward and slammed my forehead against hers, our eyes locking and our lips meeting with every word I spoke.

“I fucking heard you the first time,” I growled. My nails dug into her thigh, and even though I knew I could be knuckle deep in her, I waited. “I need you to trust me,” I said softly as she tried to look away. “Look at me. I need you to trust me. Do you trust me?” she nodded her head.

“You’ve been playing a dangerous game. Thinking that you could appease me with your hands and your mouth. But this isn’t about me right now. This isn’t even about us. This is about you, and what I think you want,” as I spoke, I alternated between squeezing her thigh and gripping her wrists more tightly, “I bet you dreamt about me coming up to your room last night and hate fucking you in your sleep. I bet you wanted me to spin around and roughly fuck you against the wall in the shower this morning,” I could feel a sticky wetness begin to seep out of her pussy, reaching my hand and beginning to coat it, “I knew it. You want this. You wanted me to pull you by the hair up into bed this morning, lay you on your stomach, and slide behind you, so I could fuck your little pussy,” her thighs parted and I moved my hand up, inches away from her drenched gate, “and here we are. Right now. Your pussy’s fucking soaked for me. Your thighs are spreading for me. Would you have wanted me to bend you over and fuck you over the stove while you cooked? Tell me you want me to stretch this cunt. Beg for me,” In between each phrase I kissed her harshly. She relented at this point.

“Please,” she whimpered, “please. Fuck me,” Our lips crashed like waves as my hand shot forward, burying two fingers deep into her cunt. She franticly humped my hand as I moved them in and out, my thumb exploring up between her lips to press against her clit. I let her hands free and she immediately began to dig nails into my back, pulling my lips tight against hers. She was stir crazy from the faux teasing she gave herself by maintaining dominance earlier in the day, and she moaned every time our lips separated. I needed to feel her cum. I bit a lip as I pulled away from our kisses to attack her neck. My lips and teeth rained down a fury as I slid a third finger into her sopping cunt. She was perfect, a hand finding my hair and holding me tight against her skin, as the other scratched constant lines down my back, down my arm, and to my wrist, gripping it. She pulled my hand out as she shoved my head down to kiss and nip at her collar bones. Pushing back into a sitting position, she crawled into my lap, her hands tugging at my hair, guiding my head and lips to her heaving tits. My dick throbbed against her stomach, pressed upwards between us, as her pussy juices washed over my thighs.

Her breasts and nipples tasted spectacular. She cussed and moaned with every nibbled and bite I gave her. Her nails skated down my back, then my sides, as one hand found my cock and began familiarly stroking it, the other finding my thigh to push herself up. This was it, she was going to give herself to me.

She raised up and as I took a nipple into my mouth and bit down, she dropped herself onto my cock, and it swelled inside of her tight gate. Rolling her head back she cried out my name and began to bounce up and down. I let my hands roam her back before sliding down to squeeze her ass and assist her assault on my dick. I kissed back up her breasts, chest, and neck, only to hotly find her lips. We fucked for minutes before I stood up, cradling her in my arms. We slammed into a wall, as she squeeze my cock with her walls, constantly begging me to fuck her harder. I turned around and sat her down on the arm rest, pulling out and spinning her around, bending her over. Her perfect ass wiggled in front of me as she dug her fingers into the couch cushions. Her cunt was still so perfect, drenched from my precum and her juices. I took a second to slow down and deliberately tease her, running my cock head up and down the outside of her lips. She begged me to slide into her, wiggling her ass and even trying to push back, but as I pressed my hand on the small over her back to stop her, my thumb grazed over her asshole, and she went wild. She looked back, pleading with me with those eyes. “Look forward or we’re done right here,” she cursed at me before breaking my gaze. I teased her for a few seconds more with the head of my dick before completely separating touch. Both hands found her hips, as I aimed, and slammed forward, driving the full length of my cock into her dripping pussy. This set her off. Her lips swelled around my member as her ass shook, and she looked back, biting her lip as she began to cum. Her orgasm choked my cock, and I felt my own climax approaching. Picking up speed I made sure to pull out as much as possible before sliding back in, and quickly I was blasting cum deep inside of her. My legs weak, I bent over with her, nearly laying both of us on the couch. I kissed her back like she had that morning, before pulling out and sitting on the floor in front of the couch. She glowed in post orgasmic bliss, and I softly kissed her on the lips.

“No more fighting?” she sighed. “Only if it ends up like that,” I joked back.