It's been awhile since I've shared a true sex story. I should remedy this.
It makes it all the more fun considering Big Ed passed out because of me. (please insert a wicked grin here, with black lashed devilish eyes)
She walked out of the bathroom into a black and lightless bedroom. His voice called to her from the bed, lost in the dark. She carefully picked her way through the narrow walkway in the small room, attempting to avoid stumbling over the litter of clothes scattered over the floor. She mentally made a note to clean up the laundry in the morning as she finally made it to her side of the bed.
Inches away, his voice growled deeply, "You're on the wrong side." Startled, she let out a little giggle. "Did you forget I'm right handed?" Why would that matter? Oh! Before she had run upstairs, she had informed him that if she couldn't have the cock, she at least wanted the benefit of his fingers before she swallowed down her treat.
A shiver ran down her spine. "Well, give me a second to undress! Shall I turn a light on?" He replied in the negative - it had been too long since the lights had been off, why not leave them? His logic won out and she quickly stripped.
She moved to the foot of the bed and climbed up onto the tall pile of mattresses. His toes brushed her nipples as she squirmed over his feet; another giggle filled the darkness. She followed his body upwards to lay next to him, allowing her hand to linger on his hardness.
His hand traced over her breasts as his lips brushed her ear, "What would you prefer first? Do you want your treat or," his fingers pinched her left nipple, "do you want to cum," he twisted her nipple, "leaving you senseless and weak, able only to relish the hot scorching sensation as my cum slides down that throat of yours?" She answered with a moan, her skin alight with tingles. His fingers tweaked her nipple a little harder, "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. What did you say?" She bit her lip as she threw her head back into the pillow.
Writhing next to him, she squeaked out her answer, "I'm going to be selfish - I want to cum first!"
His fingers stilled, "That's not what I asked. Say it right." A whimper replied.
"I - I want to cum first!"
Completely blinded by the lack of light, she knew he smiled. His teeth bit down on her nipple as his fingers danced down her stomach. She closed her eyes and arched her back, reveling in the delicious feeling of his lips on her breast. His fingers brushed her delicately, but bypassed their mark, stopping on her mid inner thigh. She squirmed, writhed under his mouth's attentions, but he resisted her wordless demand. Only when her hands grabbed the headboard and the sweet sound of her pre-orgasm breath intake did he slip a single finger deep into her wetness.
"Ooohhhh gawd!" She whispered to the darkness.
His lips parted, but he spoke to her hardened nipple, "So wet and ready! You don't need any workup...I could just skip...right to...." A second finger slipped alongside the first as he finished his sentence, "the part that you like." His mouth latched back down just as her orgasm pierced the air.
Ecstasy exploded. Floating. All thought lost. Her body moved of its own accord. Time vanished. All that mattered was the sensations. Overwhelming!
His pumping fingers anchored her to the bed. As the orgasm subsided, they were the only thing she could feel. His mouth had switched to her right breast, but when? Mental function slowly returned....
Again, she moaned, "Ohhhh gawd...."
She unclenched her hands from the pillow and headboard, not quite sure when they had moved. He pulled his head away so she could move. His fingers continued to dance slowly, allowing her time to come somewhat back to her senses.
Her hand slid between them, a lazy smile spread over her face. "What are you doing? Don't worry about me," he growled. Though his words were harsh and his tone low, she ignored him. The tips of her fingers tickled along the head of his cock, eliciting a moan from the shadow next to her. His fingers momentarily slacked. A pleased giggle answered.
As if to reassert his control over the situation, his fingers plunged deep, hard, and in rapid succession. It was near instantaneous orgasm and she barely released his hard cock before crushing it. Nails dug into his thigh as she screamed out in pleasure.
But she refused to be denied! She fought against the primal reaction, focused on the heat grasped in her right hand. She half rolled to face him, careful not twist his wrist, moaning as he continued to pump his fingers. Her right hand returned to his cock while her left hand searched the shadows for his face. She pulled him closer and their lips locked as the next orgasm struck.
His fingers pulled away slowly, trailing her slick juices down her thigh. Her fingers kept pace on his hard length, alternating between squeezing gently and stroking lightly. His moans became a song in her ear. Her left hand reached across his shoulder as she threw her left leg over his body. "Mmm...c'mere." She rolled onto her back, attempting to pull him with her.
"Oh? What's this?" Surprise filled his voice, "You mean I get to...? Really?"
She giggled, "I never said you couldn't. Now come here!"
His shadow form rose above her and parted her legs. He braced himself on the headboard as she wrapped her legs around his waist. Slowly he sank deep within her. Their sighs crashed together as their lips once more met in the dark. Her hands traveled along his arms, massaging and reveling in the feel of his muscle. He broke the kiss to trail his mouth down her neck and bit down on her nipple. Another shattering orgasm split her in two, her pleas to God lost in the pitch black room.
He murmured to her, but she could not hear his words. His deep voice kept her on edge, barely penetrating the subsiding orgasm. She reached for him, wanting to kiss him again, but he shifted, grabbed her wrists and slammed them down beside the pillow beneath her head. She was trapped, pinned by his hands and his cock. It was more than she could control. She came, bucked up against him, her hips as far off the bed as they could go. Her orgasm exploded, but the pressure did not release - it kept building and she kept cumming. She was suspended, anchored only by his hands on her wrists.
"Ohhhh fuuuuck!" He released her hands, pulled away and grabbed his cock. Heat laced across her stomach, up her ribs, across her breasts, but still her orgasm continued. Breathless, he gasped, "What the fuck did you do to me?!"
She was lost in the explosion of colors in the black room, her blood coursing her veins the only sound she could hear. Somewhere, faintly, she could sense heavy breathing and moans, but she could not focus. Her body convulsed again.
When she could lay still, she rolled her head toward him. He repeated the same line she suspected he'd been muttering the entire time she recovered, "What did you do?"
She bit her lip, "I just came...I...It was amazing."
"No, you don't understand!" He was excited. He was astonished. He was...confused, "One minute, things are going fine. Just fine. Then the next," he threw himself back onto his pillow, "The next...Fuck!" She stifled another giggle. "Men can tell. We know. There is always warning! But just now...it was...there was no warning! Just - FUCK"
"Hehe...just admit it: I have the magic pussy. You love it." She ran a hand through the mass amount of cum drying all over her breasts, ribs, stomach, and even down her thighs, "A lot."
