Handled

“Don’t you fucking cum yet” with his strong hand wrapped around my throat as he hammered away from below; I thought I would implode. He is such a fucking brat, even at his sexiest. He held my gaze and not just with his hand around my throat. I couldn’t take my eyes off his dominate blues as they held me in a trance, and my body seemed to respond to his every command. Even as he did his damndest to break his hold over me, my body waited for his permission to cum…..again.

He was in one of his borderline scary moods all night which I find sexy as fuck. He is normally passive and reserved in crowds with always that subconscious underlining confidence, but tonight, his confidence was up front and center. Maybe it was the Jack, or maybe it could have been just where the moon was because of his Pisces intuitiveness, but the world was his, and so was I. People were either moving away, or drawn to him, and even though his confidence or perceived cockiness was involuntary he still was oblivious of the force of his gravity, and its effects.

I was wet before we even left for our night on the town, since the moment he grabbed me by the throat for the first time of the night. Isn’t it awesome how it came full circle to that? He grabbed me by the throat as I exited the shower, ripped my towel from me, and walked me backwards to the bed. He sat me down on the edge and went to his knees and inhaled my scent as he pushed his nose into my instantly silky folds to breathe me in. I leaned back and enjoyed the view as he made quick work of me. Watching his mouth spread me and getting to see quick flashes of his tongue as it danced around and across my clit quickly had me drenching his goatee. And just as fast as it started, I was quaking and shaking as my legs closed like a vice around his head before he stood, teased me with my own tantalizing taste in a kiss, and told me to get dressed. I knew right then that I was in the best kind of trouble.

Rarely do I get to see him let go like this, and even his best friends, whom have known him his whole life, enjoyed his newfound abandon while carefully guiding him out of trouble when he was oblivious to the unwanted and unintentionally incited advances and challengers. He is just a happy, gregarious drunk, but it seems as if he creates some invisible gravitational pull that pulled many a meteorite to him. I was the center of his universe, and he was blissfully ignorant to anything but me and the music. Shoot, he danced all night, even when the only music was the music in his head, and when we “danced” together, I’m pretty sure we would have been arrested if we weren’t wearing clothes.

He bragged all night that he could still smell me in his “flavor saver,” and I could swear that he was sporting a permanent chub that I couldn’t restrain myself from touching, riding, and rolling on as we pushed the boundaries of public decency. It reminded me of those commercials about hard-ons lasting more than four hours, and I took as much torture as I could handle without making another public display of ourselves, but I couldn’t wait to get his ass home to relieve both of us from and it. His thickness surely made bumping and grinding music the mandatory playlist on the jukebox all night. We cut the fuck out of some rugs and I’m pretty sure it is “one” of the reasons my legs are so sore today. I was so thankful for his best friends for helping to keep his clothes on and for when they stuffed us in a cab and wished me luck.

The cab rides are always memorable with this man, but I must fast forward to the sex scenes because once again, I’m soaking through my panties in anticipation. Have you ever wanted to be handled? I thought I was going to be the one relieving him, but I was happily mistaken. The man has no regard for clothing, and when he grabbed me and kissed me hard before picking me up and placing me on the island counter and ripping my blouse off, I was so thankful that I still had half the mind to quickly unclasp my bra while he pulled my slacks and shoes off. What? It is my favorite bra, though that didn’t save my panties. He ripped them off like tissue paper before ordering me to spread myself for him and watch.

Again, I watched him eat me, but this time, he was ravenous. I spread her taut just so that I could see more, and watch as his teeth closed around my clit at full mast. In my mind I was talking so much shit, and as if he heard, he sucked me hard and filled me with fingers. I was such a dirty whore in my head, and might have let some slip out as I heard him respond “oh yeah, talk to me”. I found myself bucking and fucking his face and painfully pinching my nipples as I saw him drop his slacks and stroke his beautiful cock. I was ovulating like nobody’s business as my ass slid all over the counter in my own wake, and he loves nothing more than making me messy. I wanted his cock so badly and I wanted it everywhere. So when he pulled me off the counter and onto my knees, I was equally ravenous and sufficiently intoxicated to pull him down my throat by his tight little ass. He watched and even as I teased his ass I knew by the look in his eyes that my liberties were going to be short, and that he was just letting me play before I pay, which made me so excited that I came right there on the floor with his cock deep in my throat.

“Did you cum” he asked as I sung deep over his cock and he grabbed my hair and backed us over to the couch with him still deep in my throat and said “bad girl, you don’t cum until I say you can”. Oops, I came again, but I was stacking them so quickly and easily and just tried to hide it. He propped me up in the couch and told me to watch again and that I better not cum before filling me; I put on my best “please be gentle” imitation, when what I actually meant was “fuck me hard, and show me what you got”. My now bruised groin reminds me to be careful of what I ask for. He is always saying to me that I should see from his perspective as he is fucking me from behind, or any other way that my view is obstructed, but I had front row seats for this one. To look down and see his thickly veined cock break in and out of me, and for me not to give away that I was cumming all over the place, surely had me in line for the Golden Globe and at the very least, thankful that I was ovulating more than a giant drooling Saint Bernard and making it impossible to tell the difference. He fucked me hard and smashed my clit perfectly with his pelvis so that I could pay penance. I guess the jig was up, and my poker face must have caved in contortion when he asked if I came again. I couldn’t confirm or deny as yet another one racked my body in convulsions. He stood up and demanded that I clean my delicious self from his cock, before he pulled me to my feet and told me that it was my turn.

I was so full of it when I thought I was the one going to be “doing the handling”. I was already exhausted from cumming so much when we switched positions, and he guided me down onto his staff. At first, I admit, I said I got this, but that was before my legs started to burn, and I was reminded why we do cardio. Thankfully he never really lets me have control for long, and when he grabbed me by the throat and ordered me not to cum, he must have seen the challenge in my face, because he fucked me even harder and faster from the bottom; and just when you don’t think you can cum any more. It was weird, though, because as I looked into his eyes, I was able to see his climax build in them, it was easy for me to wait. I wanted to make him cum and I was so focused on that happening that I was able to allow mine to just build and build. When he was ready to cum, and he told me to cum, I thought that two can play the game. I shook my head no in defiance, but he just thrust harder and faster, and who was I kidding? Sure I could have cum, but I wanted him to go first, and to focus on his. When he did start to cum, it was so beautiful and intense that even if I weren’t ready to cum already, I would have then. I understand why he likes to see mine; just to see the pure release in his almost painful eyes and silent scream while the veins in his neck and shoulders and arms look ready to burst under his tightly flexed muscles, made me feel like I just turned the keys in the ignition to my very own rocket ship, and I was fucking cumming again. This time, we broke the sound barrier together and parachuted down into our beautiful oasis as I landed in the love visible in his pretty blues.

Happy Hump Day!!!