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I want to run my hands through his hair. I want to feel his hands roaming over my body. I want to feel his lips on mine—both lips, wet with an unquenchable appetite for the unassuming man I call My Love. He looks almost innocent reading the paper and pretending he didn’t have the best of his life last night at the party. We both know better.
“Tea?” I approach him and offer my mug. My voice is still hoarse, and the crack in it makes him smile. My vocal cords can only take so much screaming and moaning in one night.
He takes the mug and sips while I sit behind him and wrap my arms around him. Last night’s cologne still lingers on his skin; musk, moss, and oak. My lips kiss his strong shoulders, and I absentmindedly flick my tongue out to catch a taste of salt from last night’s exertions.
He pulls me to his lips and I can still taste the hot tea on his tongue. His hands run over my legs and, without a thought, they spread open for him. I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to keep them closed around him again. I’m surprised the bruises on my thighs haven’t shown up yet, but it’s only been a few hours since he savaged my poor little pussy. Soon his finger marks will reveal themselves, where he threw my legs over his shoulders and gave me the deep fucking I begged him for. For now, he pulls away and my pussy is flooded in anticipation as his mouth moves slowly down my body.
“Be gentle. I’m still sore,” I whisper. I don’t know why I said it. He already knows. His mastery of my sex is instinctual…almost animal. His blue eyes sparkle along with his sly smile. His lips are feather-light as they kiss and caress my mound over my soft cotton panties. The black lace g-string from last night is gone. Probably still under our host’s dining room table, where he bent me over and ripped them off in his impatience to be inside me. I ache but I’m eager for more. There is only one word for my desire for him after last night: insatiable.
I spread wider as he pulls my panties to one side, revealing what he wanted. Excitement. Desire. His kisses touch bare fleshy folds and I inhale sharply. My nipples harden and scratch against the fabric of my jumper. Licked, sucked, tweaked, and bitten, last night’s rough handling all come back to me as my breasts protest. But there is no stopping this now. He dives into my wet slit with his lips and tongue, splitting me open and healing the ache inside.When his tongue swirling over my sensitive clit becomes too much, I pull him away. But he’s not done with me this morning. Not by a long shot. His dexterous fingers probe inside, gently massaging my battered little g-spot and making me jump with pleasure at each stroke. I approach the edge of ecstasy again around his hands, but I want more before I cum.
“You’re very good at that, but it’s my turn,” I growl.
We trade places on the stairs, and I find his cock underneath the pyjamas, hard and waiting for attention. Smooth velvet skin slides under my lips as I taste and tease his amazing prick. He moans and I smile despite a mouthful of cock. I love pleasing him this way. I love the way his eyes burn into mine with desire. A drop of his precum lingers on my tongue, and I rise to let him taste it on my lips.
Slippery, salty sex passes between our tongues and we both know what’s about to happen.
I yank off his bottoms and return to the source of my lust. After a minute, his cock is slick with my spit and my pussy is aching for attention. He’s had enough. I want him. Now!
He helps guide me into position on his lap, and I help guide his cock into my slick, swollen pussy.
“Oh God,” I moan as the head of his cock slides into me. Flashes of last night’s party fill my head as I feel each inch stretch and fill me. The masks. The heat. The music. The beautiful anonymous couples fucking and sucking wildly, just feet away from us.
Our eyes meet and I know, as I kiss his soft lips, that he’s remembering last night too. His fingers massage my clit and I enter a dreamlike state of sexual bliss. I want him to fuck me on this knife’s edge of orgasm all day. I want to hover here in his arms, with his cock buried inside me, but I know he won’t let me. His fingers know how to play me, and he’s building me to a crescendo.
“Get up,” he commands. “Turn around.”
I obey. Right now, I’m not the confident, powerful woman that exists outside this house. Now, with him in lust’s heat, I’ve surrendered. I am his plaything and I love it. My body cries as his cock slips from its home in my pussy, but I know he won’t be gone long. I turn and open my legs wide. My hair cascades around my face and he smiles as he sees me biting my lips in longing.
“Please…” I whisper.
“Hold on to the railing. You’ll need it.” His smile is gone.
Oh fuck.
I groan aloud as his cock slowly enters me. He buries his cock to the balls in my wet fuck tunnel and pauses. My pussy clenches around him. I shiver and move my hips. I can’t stand his teasing any longer. He slaps my ass for being an impatient brat, but his cock finally picks up the pace.
I savor his strokes, each one sending a tiny bump of erotic electricity through my body. He pounds me mercilessly. I try to suppress the moans and sighs of satisfaction, but I can’t. My legs shiver and strain as his body slams me around the stairwell. I hold on to the rail for dear life.
His hand slips through my thighs and finds my hot little button. Three circles of his deft fingers and my first orgasm rips through my body sending me to my knees. I try to vocalize my pleasure but my mouth is paralyzed by ecstasy. Grunts and moans are all he hears as I shake and writhe.
He grins with pride at his accomplishment. My tenth orgasm in twenty-four hours and I know one more is only seconds away as his cock works my insides into a frenzy. This morning it’s the stairwell, last night it was against the wall, on the dining room table, on a leather chair, and twice on the dance floor. We never even made it to the bedroom. Theirs or ours. By the time we crawled into our own bed, we were both naked, exhausted, and drunk on lust, love, and wine.
“Yesss…” I hiss and feel the eleventh orgasm coming from deep within me. My poor little, sore, abused pussy can’t handle anymore of his thick cock. I whimper and hump back harder on him. Wave after wave of pleasure ripples through me. I buck wildly as it finally washes over me.
“I’m cumming!” I scream and convulse. I don’t know what I actually say, but it’s what I want to say. All that comes out are sighs and mumbles of incoherent lustful satisfaction.
As the aftershocks of my orgasm subside, he slows his pace and pulls his amazing cock from my body. He smiles and kisses me tenderly. I recover on wobbly legs and we giggle together as his pajamas and my panties shift back to their pre-sex state. I need another three hours of sleep and I tell him so before heading to the bedroom. The inexhaustible fuck machine that is My Love chuckles and turns back to his morning routine.
As I go up the stairs, I look back and grin. He’s still hard, still ready for more, still insatiable—for me. He rocked me to two more orgasms and barely broke a sweat. I know my pussy will pay for this amazing weekend come Monday, but I will satisfy him.
Fully. Deeply. Completely.
THE END
