Curled up in his arms, we watched TV together, him laughing into my hair at the funny bits and occasionally kissing my neck with a light peck. Lazy Sundays are the best, when you don’t have to worry about doing work or answering emails. The kitchen was torn apart from making lunch and our clothes were strewn all over the bedroom floor from the night before and we just didn’t care. All that mattered at the moment was his hand on my breast, slowly and softly pinching my nipple occasionally as we lounged together
“I wish I didn’t have to leave,” he breathed into my ear, biting it gently.
“Mmmmm,” I moaned and stretched, not want to think of him leaving. Not wanting it to be Monday again. The weekend had played out like a fantasy and I had the bite marks to prove it.
His hand wandered between my legs and I parted them slightly, allowing him full access to my already-wet pussy. Or maybe still-wet pussy. I don’t know. We had played so hard and both orgasmed so many times in the past two days that it was hard to keep track.
“Naughty girl,” he said with a smile, a finger in me, exploring my wetness. “So hot and wet already. Naughty, naughty girl.”
“You make me that way,” I breathed back, his finger feeling glorious in me and already making me squirm. The man has talent with those fingers, enough to make me greedily want to cum all over them again. And again. And again.
He plunged a second finger in, this time moving faster. Fuck, how can I be so close to cumming already? Me, the girl who always finds herself hard-pressed to get off with a new guy, especially when he’s not rubbing my clit. But he fingers me harder and faster, all the while holding me tight from behind and telling me what a naughty, dirty slut I am.
Three fingers now and I’m gasping. My pussy is drenched and his hard cock is pressed against my back.
“You want to cum for me?” he grunts into my ear. “You want to cum all over my fingers you fucking slut?”
“Oh god yes,” I say, barely able to form works.
“You’re a naughty little whore. Say it.”
“I’m a naughty…little…whore…”
“Tell me how much you want to cum. Beg me.” Faster, harder, deeper, his fingers pump my pussy and he bites my shoulder.
“Oh please, oh god, please. I want to cum all over your fingers. Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t stop.”
“Do it. Cum for me.”
“Dont…stop…”
He doesn’t. And I’m cumming. Hard and loud, I’m cumming all over his fingers, writhing in his arms.
“Mmmm.” He wraps his arms around me. “You’re beautiful when you cum.”
It’s been what, five minutes? Ten maybe? Give me a minute and I’ll be ready to go again, wanting him deep in my mouth or my pussy, spurting hot cum all over my tits. But for now, it’s nice snuggled here with him, his arms protective around me. If only lazy Sundays never had to end.
The picture above is with permission from The Upper Floor, and awesome site if you love domination and discipline.
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Rori is the founder of Between My Sheets. She works full time as a writer, reviewer, and online educator and can be reached at rori-at-betweenmysheets.com
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This is hot as hell…
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It was even better in person hehe