David got up, pulled his pants up and buttoned them up. “Not how I had thought, it would be.” Sheepishly smiling down on me, he looked so young; way younger than his thirty-odd years.
“What had you thought? Fucking for hours on end? Changing positions again and again, until it would be more an exercise session?” I laughed, pulled the shorts back over my crotch and sat up. All the anxiety, the dark thoughts seemed to have vanished. He still wanted me, he had touched me, fucked me.
Feeling a bit sore, even after this brief fuck, I winced, as I got up.
“Did I hurt you?” His brow furrowed and he looked really concerned. “No more than usual, after such a long time.” I laughed again. “You said once that you really love it, that I am so tight. Downside to that, it hurts, if I am abstinent for too long. It'll pass, the more we fuck.”
His frown turned into a grin. “Challenge accepted.” Without further ado he swept me off the floor, into his arms and walked towards our bedroom.
“For fucks sake, stop treating me like an invalid”, I cried out. Apparently, I was still angry and frustrated, somewhere deep down.
“I was more thinking of you as my future wife. Carrying you to bed, ready to fuck you.” David dropped me on the bed, looked down on me. “You know”, he grinned his mischievous grin. “Maybe, I could treat you like an invalid. And maybe, just maybe, you might like it after all.”
I frowned, watched him, as he sat down on the bed. “Why should I?”
“Because” his grin widened. David reached for the seam of the tank top and pulled it upwards. Raising my hands over my head to help him, I arched my back. His fingers brushed my skin, tickled me and I flinched. With one swift movement, he tied the top around my wrists.
“Just give it a try.”
I opened my mouth but stayed silent. David bend closer, kissed the corner of my gaping mouth. “If I would treat you like an invalid”, he kissed me between the words. The other corner of my mouth, my chin, the skin just underneath my chin. His hands slid down my arms, my shoulders. “I would be gentle,” his lips brushed my throat, my collarbone, “I would make sure”, further down, tracing the outline of my tiny tits. “That you feel good, that you enjoy every minute of this.”
I moaned. The touch of his lips and hands made me feel light-headed. It had been so long. Involuntarily, I spread my legs, raised my hips.
“And when I say every minute”, his lips found my hardened nipple and closed around it with soft pressure. “I mean every minute.”
I felt him move further down on the bed. His fingers trailed over my cheekbones, down to my lips. Teasingly, he traced their shape, his fast-hot breath on the skin between my breasts.
Closing my lips around his fingertip, I started to suck. His lips closed around my other nipple, mirrored my sucking. When I sucked harder, so did he, as I carefully nibbled, he did the same. A soft moan escaped my lips, and he withdrew his. “You know,” his hands and lips travelled down my body, seemingly covering every inch of skin. “I would care for you, as I am now, for all your needs, wants, your desire.”
Now both his hands lay on my tits, covering them easily. His thumbs rubbed my hard, erect nipples, forcing another low, deep moan from me.
“Everything, just you and me.”
I lowered my tied arms, let them rest on his neck. David laughed a soft laugh against my belly. “Oh no, you just lie back.” With one hand he placed mine back above my head. “If you can't restrain yourself, I might have to tie you down.” He laughed again. “An interesting thought, anyway.”
My eyebrow rose, and I shot him a glance. Was he serious? Did I want that? Surprisingly, the answer was 'Yes'. I felt myself blushing and getting even wetter at this thought.
“I don't mind”, I whispered hoarsely. David just winked at me, and went back, to what he had been doing before. His touch made me squirm. I wanted more. I wanted him. And he was not even that close to my crotch, yet.
As if he had read my thoughts, his hands slid under the seam of the boxer shorts I wore. “Lift your ass.” His low voice made me shiver. Even more than his fingers, as they brushed my skin as the pulled the shorts down.
I glanced down, as he brushed them down my legs. Evidence of our last fuck were still visible in the fabric, and on my now exposed skin. My pussy-lips were swollen and parted, I was horny, more than horny; it nearly hurt. I moaned again. The longing to feel him inside me – even though it would be painful – was close to unbearable. “David”, I whispered.
“Shh.” Slowly he kissed his way up my legs, towards my burning crotch. “Relax, close your eyes, feel”, he was whispering between kisses again. His moving lips brushed my skin. My knee, my thigh, closer, closer. The tip of his tongue licked over my crotch. I sighed.
More pressure now, entering the wet slit. One long lick from my greedy cunt upwards, a sharp flick of the tongue on my clit. I drew in a sharp breath, held it, exhaled slowly, as I felt his hands on my hip.
“So wet, so horny”. He murmured. I heard the smile in his voice. “Do you want it?” A finger replaced the tongue, reversed its way, from my sensitive clit to my leaking cunt. Slowly it entered, but not far. Not far enough, for my liking.
“Here?” The finger withdrew, slid further down to my asshole. “Or here?” Soft pressure, the finger entered easily. My juices had lubricated me down there. But he stopped way to soon again.
I could not answer, my crotch was on fire, my mind just a blur. The only answer I could give, was a low moan.
Without withdrawing his finger, I felt him move. “Or not at all?” David's voice was close to my ear.
“No!” I yanked my eyes open. “Please.” I pushed my ass against his finger, made it slide in deeper. Smiling down on me, he kissed my brow. “So, you like it, after all.” “Hmhm”, I muttered, stretched my body and arched my back, felt him inside me.
Chuckling, he moved down again, licked over my clit. Shivering I moaned, licked my lips. How I had missed this. His whole finger had vanished in my ass now, I felt the knuckles of his other fingers pressing against my crotch. Then he withdrew it, started to fuck me with it. Deep, deeper, slowly, moving his hand, so that his thumb touched my cunt, every time he was deep inside me. Again, and again. He licked my pussy-lips, parted them wider, felt for the clit. Feeling dizzy I closed my eyes again. The room around me seemed to spin, it felt even worse with my eyes closed, so I opened them again, looked down at David. I caught his eye, he winked at me, and I felt his lips closing around my clit. Sucking on it, he fucked my ass faster, harder.
My hands balled into fists around the makeshift bondage, my legs trembled. I was unable to think, to do something other than just lying there and react. My cunt was leaking, my juices covering his hand. Every now and again he licked my cunt, before he turned his attention back to my clit, licking it, nibbling at it, sucking, all the while his finger fucking my ass.
I gasped, my whole body tensed up, as the orgasm hit me. My anus tightened around his finger, a hoarse whimper coming from my dry throat. Panting, I came, everything else forgotten, only this moment, this feeling, this relieve.
David left his finger in my ass, his lips brushed my clit one more time, than he lifted his head, rested it on my hip.
Slowly I came back to my senses. My breathing got more even; my heartbeat slowed down. I felt exhausted, tired, shaky; and at the same time safe, exhilarated. David withdrew his finger, glanced up to me. “Maybe now.”
