Softly, please. Slowly, so I can enjoy it.
That’s the way I wanted to orgasm. After two delicious, writing orgasms, I wanted one that I could taste. One that I could hold onto and keep in my memory. Honestly, it does make it hard to share here, on a sex blog, but after flipping my over, he made me cum once more. The sweetness still lingers on my lips.
We both sank into the bathroom floor, melting together, wet and tired. I had orgasmed twice, he had once, and yet we craved more. His fingers found my pulsing pussy as I curled up beside him, the sopping wet bath mat beneath us and not a hair’s space between us.
“I want more,” I whispered greedily into his ear.
“I need more,” he whispered back.
Why we were whispering, I’ll never know. Perhaps the moment simply demanded it. My cum and his mingled with the water on the floor, creating a hot, sloshing mess that I wanted to swim in forever.
His fingers played with my clit, flicking, circling, tapping.
“Rub me,” I tired whispered into his ear, nipping at his earlobe.
“Suck me,” he whispered back.
I pulled myself from the delicious floor, smelling the sex in the air. He was still hard, waiting for my eager lips to close around him. Please, baby, I heard his cock beckon to me, wanting me, needing me.
I was drunk with sex as I wrapped my tongue around his shaft, flicking the head before deep throating the entire cock. He groaned, still rubbing my clit slowly, gently, as I straddled his face.
“Come here baby,” he said, pulling my ass down as I tickled the head of his cock with the back of my throat.
We moaned together in pleasure as his tongue licked my pussy softly. I bobbed my head, but not fast – just enough to make him want more. I wanted more.
“Fuck me, Rori. Fuck me now. Fuck me and beg my to cum,” he pleaded, and I was happy to oblige. I pulled my cunt off of his face and teased my clit with his cock before impaling myself on his shaft.
“God…” I breathed. I leaned back, exposing my clit, and he rubbed it as I began to bounce on his cock.
Before long, I was on the edge once again, begging to cum. He was too, by the look in his eye and the urgency in his groping.
“Please, baby….pleassssssssse now,” I whispered.
He groaned. “Oh fuck. You are so hot, Rori. Beg me. I want to hear you beg me to cum.”
I felt a sense of urgency. I was so close, and yet, had promised to wait for his permission.
“Please, baby. Please can I cum. Oh fuck, Oh god, that feels so good. Please baby, I can’t hold out much long….”
“Cum for me,” he demanded, and I did, feeling him shoot again as well. We were both sweaty and tired, as he pulled my close to him, our legs still intertwined.
“Rori, I want you to be mine.”
I froze. Can you blame me? My previous boyfriends have been sucky. Isn’t life better single? “I don’t know…”
“Please, Rori. Let me just be your master.”
My pussy was still throbbing and my heart began to heart a bit faster.
“You have me, K. I’m yours to control in the bedroom.”
“Completely?”
“Yes. Completely.”
Dear readers, you get to join my on my first adventure as a slave. I don’t know what to expect. I don’t know how to deal with it. All I know is that he enjoys my blog, so I’m not to give it up. Lucky you.
Here we go…
About Rori
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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