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Just Nekkin



His weight is pinning me to the mattress, but that isn’t why I find it hard to breathe. It is because he is stealing my breaths in heated kisses while filling me over and over again, and like a hot knife through butter, his beautiful cock smoothly hammers at my soul while his uses his fingers to strum my clit like a harp. My soul is cracking, made more than deliciously evident by the waves of salty-sweet waters breaking my levies that he surfs home. I thought I might die when he stopped suddenly to sit up and back on his haunches and put my feet flat on his chest. I felt his heart singing through the flats of my feet as he continued to play our song. Just nekkin, my ass…but I digress.

Initially, we were both exhausted, and it was late when he got into bed, plus his back had been hurting him more than usual from playing basketball with the children. We both agreed to deviate from my original plan to ravish him for a change, as we both took some PMs, and I donned my retainer before snuggling up close. I even put my body pillow between us as a deterrent, but you know how it goes when you tell some people no. It started with gentle strokes of his fingers, and then he started to cross dangerous boundaries when his strokes got heavier and pulled parts of me apart, exposing weaknesses and chinks in my armor. He knew my defenses were crumbling when I put the body pillow behind me, and, like lowering the drawbridge, he pulled me in for another assault on my will with soft probing kisses. I stopped him there because I needed to take out my retainer, or as he calls them, my “teeth”. He said I didn’t have to because we were just “nekkin”; yeah, like even he has that much willpower.

As I took out my “teeth”, I decided or more accurately thought, that I’d take control and tried to push him onto his back, but like what often happens when you try to tell some people no, he rebuffed me easily and pushed me onto my back and powerfully moved in-between my weakened thighs and kissed away the rest of my resolve. Though I did mumble some final words of defiance, those too fell on deaf ears, or they might have been blocked when he pushed my legs up over his shoulders and around his head to taste his handy work. I was already flavored and swollen from his heavy petting and the anticipation, but like always, when he tasted my juices, they motivated him further. His happy sounds got hungrier as he picked me up and tore me open as if trying to get to the center of the most succulent fruit. He spread my nether lips and my ass as he tried to clean up all my runaway juices like trails of ice cream, but there was no way he could keep up.

There was no more reasoning with him, even if I tried. I love when he gets like that but I was worried about him hurting himself more and tried scissor him onto his back when he came up for air, but like before he pushed me down and pinned me with his delicious weight before once again destroying any fight in me with his now equally succulent kisses and ragging battle ram knocking at me gates. He quickly found an opening and pushed through with agonizingly magnificent determination, made easier by my receding waves. I was cumming before he reached down and under me to massage my clit and stretch the rest of me taut. His fingers were everywhere as if his every movement was being controlled by my mind, and only when he stopped did I realize they weren’t. With my feet flat against his chest and his dick hitting me at another delicious angle, he reminded me of who was in control as he slowly pulled out all the way just to break into me causing that exquisite friction and tugging as his thick cock withdrew to leave me gaping for that millisecond, just to snap back tight before being broken open and stretched to accommodate him over and over again. When escaped squeals signaled my white flag and utter surrender, he rode in to accept.

He found my rhythm and massaged his thumb into my clit and brought me home, and as I passed home I desperately wanted to collect him as well. I needed him to join me and, in addition to some gentle persuasion that even satan would censor; he once again put his weight on me and held me tight in submission while he ground and pound through that manic final stretch to the finish line where I felt all his pistons stop while he filled me. With our hearts chest to chest signaling everything we knew best, he kissed me softly and thanked me for “playin”. “Just nekkin my ass” I replied, and to all a good Knight.

Happy Hump Day!!

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