I love it when he makes me so hot by getting so turned on himself that I find myself doing things I normally wouldn’t, all because he has taken me to a whole other level. For example when I suck his fingers like they were the best things I’ve ever tasted after he’s fucked me with them while participating in a dialog about how delicious I am. Who would’ve thought I’d find myself wanting him to cum down my throat, fearful that he might lose the moment or momentum and not actually cum as hard as he so often makes me, and honestly just wanting to see him be the one to surrender to my prowess? I never would’ve thought I wouldn’t care about being seen in public having sex and wanting to be. He has driven me and my desire so far that I’ve also savored the very idea of having him inside me where I first thought he could never fit and begging for it in the first place. I surely never would’ve thought I’d be secure enough in love to entertain the very thought of pimping his ass out but I’m way too selfish; let me tell you about it though.
It is hard to explain, but for me, it is like making love with that person that you’d imagine only knowing how to fuck, but to find out that he fucks me like he loves me. It starts with that almost arrogance in the way he holds himself, cocky from head to toe, that makes me want to tell him to “prove it”. That look of confidence he carries equal parts decadent and deviant that makes you wet with just the promise of the threat. Even after each mind-blowing time, you find yourself trying to poke holes in him because you feel like he’s done some voodoo magic on you, so you do it over and over again, duh, because there has to be clinical trials. He fucks me like he loves me, and that is obvious because of the way he insists that I’m pleased first, second, and sometimes solely. He desires to please is what makes what he does ultimately for him, so he says, and I can see that in the way his cock stiffens more when he is kissing and eating me or just making me cum over and over so that he can watch the bliss in my face as I do. He will even drive me right off the cliff, knowing that it will leave him standing on the side of the road alone, and to me, that only makes him a masochist. And don’t get me started on the way he physically looks while fucking me like he loves me because speaking of it makes me wet.
As much confidence he exudes while fucking me like he loves me, he also brings it out in me. I don’t think twice while in the moment about the things he makes me want to do. His bravado ignites mine and makes me feel like I’m the star in the movie, and I find myself determined to rock his world. He’ll drive me to perform as if I were on stage and he was the stage. Watching him fuck me like he loves me and the way he undulates with his strong arms wrapped around me, makes me think damn this man could get paid for it. It isn’t like I feel the need to keep up or compete; it’s that he just makes me want to show him how fucking hot it is and how incredible it feels to be fucked like you’re loved. Afterward, I’ll even find myself asking, who was that, about myself, after riding to saddle break him and talking all kinds of shit as he loses his fucking mind under me in a beautiful epileptic climax-driven fit. I’ll get off him like “That’s right mother fucker, who’s your momma,” when I do occasionally get to find out what that is like. I see why he takes such pride in what he does to me; it is the ultimate power trip.
He is an enigma. As much confidence as he seems to possess, it might just really be his insecurity that makes him the best lover. Maybe it is the fear of failure fueling his eagerness to please and sometimes sacrifice. He has always been afraid that he might not be good enough, but even that isn’t the real truth. I know that he thrives on our connection, the actual feeling of being loved and in love and being able to express himself the way he does while fucking me like he loves me. It has to be real, uncensored, and uninhibited on all levels, not just of the flesh. Once that connection is made, it seems like the class is in session. Like in life, with everybody he meets, he is about love, spreading love, kindness, and compassion. And when you share that level of oneness with him between the sheets, it is just a deeper and more sensual way to express that love.
Last night was a perfect example of the drug our love is for him. He had a terrible headache along with his everyday debilitating back pain and he still insisted on fucking me like he loves me. It is a wonderful addiction that he needed a fix for, and he wasn’t taking no for an answer. I clearly wasn’t stating my objection strongly enough because I, too, share the same addiction. All I can say is, “What a trooper”. He took his sweet time priming my motor the way only he could. He persevered with patience as he skillfully tugged me taut and woke my sleepy little clit while stretching and teasing and scratching at all my doors. What do you know; I went from zero to sixty while only barely being able to manage my first orgasm with some modified Pranayama yoga breathing, only to see him rise between my weakened legs with that smug, satisfied look on his face milking his goatee of my juices to lather his impressive cock. I did try to get him to lay back and relax, I swear, but he told me that he would after as he pushed inside of me. Did I mention that it had been a while for us and how he reminded me of what I was missing as he forced me to accommodate him? It felt like I was losing my virginity again as he pushed a third of the way in and waited for me to pull him the rest of the way with my legs. As he broke deep into me, I got to appreciate the ecstasy we shared in his face as my motor once again purred like a kitten. I was hypnotized as I watched him do his undulating thing and honestly, the next thing I remembered was, me coming to and him resting next to me exhausted massaging his still hard cock, not willing to go down without a fight. I was admittedly useless in my observations as he stroked his big beautiful cock. I was mesmerized until I was dumbfounded by the sheer speed he was able to muster to perform the task at hand, literally, which only reassured me I wouldn’t have been able to help him achieve. I watched with bliss this gorgeous man’s body flex tight as every muscle tensed under the effort while his cries built to a symphonic crescendo before he finally exploded all over his ripped abs and chest to finally be able to rest. The obvious effort was a show in its own right and more entertaining than I could have possibly known. After, we performed a quick post coitus cleanse and he passed out like a big dog, leaving me so sated and happy that he fucks me like he loves me.
Happy Hump Day!
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