|Photo courtesy of Don't I Wish|
"You're not trying very hard to distract me," he said through a laugh, and made a final click and then set the computer aside. Moments later he was naked alongside me, and I gave him a new year's kiss full of fireworks. Slowly he caressed my ass, fluttering his fingertips over my cheeks and along the sensitive crease where bottom meets thigh. A favorite spot for both of us. His teasing fingers gave me goosebumps all over, my nipples hardening with the prickling of my flesh.
Soon he stroked through the tangle of my pussy, his touch over my lips ticklish and light. I couldn't contain my moans while I endured his slow, tortuous, divine attention. But no matter how I writhed and pressed, I couldn't get him inside me. He held me at bay, my heat and desire inflamed and hungry for him. One finger slipped into the seam of my lips and I felt my cunt gush at the touch. When his finger finally slid inside me I'm not sure who was doing the fucking. He rubbed against my g-spot as I rode his hand, feeling the first orgasm of the new year tighten and release around him. His palm cupped my pussy as his fingers worked inside me.
That had been our deal--a pre-sleep fingerfucking to ring in the new year. But it wasn't enough for either of us, and soon his cock was pressing into me as I shimmied around him. I wanted that hard thickness inside and felt my pussy tighten around him as he slid deeper. Our legs wrapped around each other, we moved together, our hips locked and undulating. I came again, maybe twice. It was the kind of fuck where you lose consciousness of everything except what's happening between your bodies in that moment, and every moment that came before it melts away as you move forward into the fuck together.
I rolled him to his back and rode him with that move that has no name but you know it when you see it or feel it, my hips grinding into him as I made a slow circle. I couldn't keep my teeth from his shoulder, his lips, his ears. Later I remember seeing the bitemarks, thinking of the bruise he'd have later. Again the moments flowed and ebbed, the orgasms rising and washing over us, until my thighs and ass screamed with exhaustion.
He wanted to taste me, so I pressed my cunt to his mouth and watched my pussy lips flutter as his tongue worked my clit. The image was so intense and erotic, I came watching him. Soon I was draped over the headboard, hanging on while he rocked my world. We exchanged favors, my tongue dancing over his cock, my nose buried in his scent. And then I watched and felt him come, my hand wrapped around the base of his cock as he erupted, his orgasmic spasms throbbing through my palm.
This morning he told me that later, after we were done, he went to finish the piece he was writing, hit post, and the site told him it had timed out and he needed to post again. And it was gone, off into the ether with all those moments we'd shared.
"It was so worth it." Yes. It was.