Inspired by Masturbation Monday
Best Monday Ever
My fresh scent perfumed the room, a budding flower. Before my frisky behavior began, I’d taken a shower and I’d need another after I was finished. My damp hair was cool against my shoulders but molded to parts of my face as I tossed about in throes of passion.
My nipples were peaked, hard, and ready to be sucked. My skin was feverish, soft, and needed to be touched. My mouth was open, gasping, and desperate. My fingers were soft, nimble, and teasing. My pussy was wet, throbbing, and ready to be fucked. My legs shivered, spasmed, and shook. I was there. So close and in the moment.
I arched my back, tilting my pelvis into the perfect position to gain different friction, better. I was loud and I didn’t care who heard me. This moment was about giving into myself more than I’d ever given to anybody else. It was for me.
I held on tightly to the sheets trying to anchor my orgasm to the precise place and time but it was wild and trying to control it was like trying to guide a tsunami. Strangled cries escaped and it too only stirred my lust.
“Please!” I begged for the feeling of bliss to never end.
My body grew lighter, weightless and my eyes rolled back as I lost in the final moments. Desire always won and I had no regrets.
Soft licks pulled me from my orgasm induced state. I whined as the sensitive places were soothed. What was…
Deep masculine groans thundered through the room calling to every feminine part of my soul. I reached down running my fingers through his locks of hair.
“Fuck you taste good.” He said between fits of devouring me.
“You feel even better.” I moaned.
“You are so beautiful when you touch yourself.” He murmured.
I froze and he chuckled.
“I watched from the doorway. You were so into it, you never noticed.” He said.
I covered my face embarrassed about how bold I’d been. It was one thing to not care what anybody heard. Another thing to have an audience.
He sucked my clit hard and I bucked and sat straight up. “Aaah!”
“Don’t ever be ashamed of your needs.” He growled.
I nodded trying to control my excitement. He gave me a look and I eased back. He pinned my legs above my head where he fucked me with his mouth successfully keeping me in place. I screamed and howled as he took control of things. I was spent and trying to recover from the light orgasms he’d invoked when he used that same angle to drive his prick inside of me. My eyes widened and he smiled.
“See how hard you’ve made me?”
“Yes!” I hissed. He was thick, long, and hard. Fuck… me…
He held my thighs open and my hips arched as he moved inside of me deeply. I felt every inch of him and I couldn’t move away if I wanted. The way he held me in place was like trying to move steel bars. He was locked around me taking whatever he wanted, however, he wanted it. My breath was stolen with every down sweep of his hips. I looked up at him begging for mercy with my eyes but his bore into mine daring me to take even more of him. The evil tilt of his lips expressed the lack of compassion that he’d show me. I was the reason that he was this riled up. I was the cause of our anguish. Sorry, not sorry. If the honey dripping from my pussy was any indication of how good he felt, it was well worth it.
Quakes began that didn’t diminish. They only became more thunderous as his speed increased and he became even more relentless.
“Fuck!” He growled.
“Oooooh, fuck!” I repeated.
“Yes!” He encouraged.
I nodded unable to speak as the waves washed over me and the flood of endorphins channeled all their energy into making me release the tension that held on to every fiber within.
“Yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees!!!” I screamed as I let go.
When the explosion registered, my sight became unfocused and I drifted to another plane where only the best things happened. You know, like chocolate. And all was right.
Warmth settled around me and I nestled closer loving the feel of him, of us. My right side was buried under him and the left was surrounded by my favorite fleece blanket that encased us. His arm pulled me close as if “this” wasn’t enough. He nibbled my ear and then kissed it before he dozed. I sighed in contentment.
I stared at the ceiling wondering if we had whip cream for the pancakes that I was suddenly craving. That would officially make this the best Monday ever.
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