Overflowing pleasure and Saturday morning fucks

Ok, so this easily goes down as some of the best sex I’ve ever had. You know those times when after a little while, you’re just desperate for each other? And all that sexual tension finally comes to fruition in a long, thigh-shaking orgasm-having sex?

Yeah.

That.

But with a very surprising, very hot twist. My boyfriend’s dominant side came out and holy FUCK, did he bring it! Deciding to really cater to my praise kink, he brought the pet names, the dominant encouragement, the kink-fuelled pleasure giving that made me feel like I was floating on cloud nine. He brought it.

So recently, there’s been some major changes in our lives. As well as me basically being at home all the time with the pandemic, my boyfriend’s work has changed. After many years of late, unsociable hours, it’s nice to have him on the evenings and weekends now. So far, he seems more relaxed and there’s been more routine in our lives, which is nice.

So when the sexy time came around, on a relaxing Saturday morning with the weekend errands on the to-do list, a bit of heavy petting under the covers turned into wanting more…and more…and more… Those, ‘I have to go! But *insert errand here* can wait.’ moments. We got so riled up that we couldn’t just rain-check for later in the day.

‘We’ve got to be quick…’ my boyfriend says as he gets a condom and I see to the lube (no matter how wet you get, lube is always your best friend. Destigmatise lube!). We start in missionary, switching between slow and frantic fucking, going with the flow. But as we made love, it became apparent to us both, that a quickie just wasn’t going to sate what was in our bones to share together. We kissed, felt, grappled and groped at each other in that sensuous, drawn out way you do when you just need each other badly.

He pushed up my boobs in his hands, kissing me as he did when he rolled me on top. Rocking my hips, I brace my hands on the tops of his thighs as I grind my clit against him. We cuddle and kiss and he says:

‘I want you to just use my cock until you come…’

Oh. my. GOD.

If there’s ever something to say to rile me up all the more during sex, it’s something like that. Well, what did I do? Just that. I rode him, stimulating my clit with my fingers until I almost came.

Almost.

I needed that little extra help to just get over the edge (as many of you know, most cis women need more than just penetrative sex alone to orgasm. That). Something in that moment, only his tongue could give me…

‘I need your tongue on me!’ I beg him. ‘Please…I need your tongue on my clit…’

‘Yeah?’

‘Yeah…’

He’s not one to resist my begging, and he brings me up so I can sit on his face. There’s just something so sensual about your man’s mouth on your clit, on your pussy, that just takes pleasure to a whole other level. Cunnilingus is a sure-fire way to get me to come, and did he make me come! I grind against his face, telling him exactly what I needed. Those gentle kisses and licks that gradually intensify as the pleasure does…

Now, I know this has been a thing going around the internet for a bit, where women ask men: ‘When you say ‘sit’…Do you mean actually sit or hover?’ and the guys replying to indeed sit, taking the ‘If he dies, he dies.’ approach. And yes, I can confirm, this is also the case here. Being the caring partner, I don’t want to suffocate the poor man, but his hands clamped around my thighs and made sure my pussy was well and truly parked and comfortable.

All I’ll say is this: It’s a good thing there was nobody else inside that day, because there was no way I could muffle how hard I came. It was a climax that not only made my inner thighs shake and leave me wonderfully exhausted, but that primal climax that grates in the back of your throat. It’s loud, it’s raw and it won’t be silenced.

My body rides the waves as he gets me on my back and fucks me until he comes. I hold on to him as he tenses on top of me, his hips stiffening and jerking. His moans building in the crook of my neck until he comes in the condom wrapped around his cock, but I’m so sensitive I feel his cum release warm and wet inside me against the condom.

I can barely get up for a long while afterwards. We kiss and I hold him tight.

I don’t want to let him go. But I have to.

The shopping needs to be done and we have a busy day ahead.

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