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I Should've Known



I’m never happier than when she loses her fucking mind with me inside her. It has nothing to do with my prowess as a lover but everything to do with being a witness to her bliss. A front row player to the most beautiful spectacle happening in the most beautiful woman; I’m truly lucky. I’d love to be able to brag about my endowment or some athletic performance and stamina, but I was just sitting inside her while watching her beautiful silent dance.

I want so much to tell you that it was after a marathon love session and that we both were glistening in sweat and ripped from our effort, but that isn’t how it went down this time. I had just crawled up from between her sweet thighs, kissing her dancing flesh to her already plump lips and soft tongue to find her already breathy as well. Her flush face should have been a warning, but I sat back on my knees and put her feet flat on my chest anyway. I wrapped my hand around my cock and ran it up and down between her other plump lips and swollen clit just to find her jump and repel from me as if I wielded a cattle prod. I should’ve known even then but I couldn’t help myself; I had to feel what my mind was already, and just as the head of my cock broke inside of her, her hands came down between us to buffer my descent. I should’ve known.

With her fingers spread on my tight abs to post against me, you would have thought that I would’ve been able to read all the warning signs, but my other mind was doing all the thinking. As I pushed into her shallows and burned in her tight wet wallet, I could already feel her constricting around the head of my cock in yet again another warning sign, but I was only a third of the way to my destination so I pushed her feet off my chest and slid my arms between her posting hands and to the mattress to clear all obstacles in my path before pushing onto my final destination. The warning signs were so obvious as she begged me to kiss her, possibly hoping that our kiss would distract her, but as I bent down further to meet her quivering pleading lips, the slight change in position and angle made me fall deeper into her bliss. Our kiss was already strained while she struggled to maintain that I wasn’t able to decipher her cry through our muffled and panty kisses; whether she said to stop or not, I should’ve known.

I stopped and pushed up off her kiss, but by then, I realized it was too late. Her eyes screamed, “I said don’t stop!” and “fuck it!!” and “I’m sorry”, all at the same time as she gave into the demands of her shattering soul. All I could do is witness in awe the beauty of her transformation. It was like watching a caterpillar change into a beautiful butterfly through time-lapse in real time. It was a stunning pantomime that didn’t need any translation. It was her total surrender to what just was; it was her white flag to being completely present in the moment as her mind conceded to her betraying body. Her muscles spasms were akin to her vibrating her molecules in super speed as she danced on and under me. Her eyes rolled in her head in waves, matching her inhalations while she kneaded her flexing claws into my forearms. If I weren’t so caught up in her ecstasy, I might have been able to get off on it myself, but I was too dumbfounded by the spectacle of hers. It was so fucking beautiful and completely out of her control. I was afraid to move at all even after I could tell that she was returning to her own body, so I just sat inside of her, harder than ever, waiting to see what, if anything, was next. I should’ve known.

She put her feet back on my chest and pushed me back and out of her. She more than needed an intermission to rest her coiled muscles while she put all the puzzle pieces of her soul back together. All we could do was wait patiently to find out what, if anything, was still required of us. By us, I mean myself and my still oblivious cock who was unable to empathize with her situation and was still sticking around, literally, wondering what had happened. She continued to apologize, and I could only assume for being like an eighteen-year-old premature boy, but I at least was still proud of myself even though it took no effort by me whatsoever. I was just happy to witness her voyage there, but when I tried to excuse myself to go rinse, she asked where I thought I was going. She had a sudden renewed vitality and ordered me back into bed, and all I could do was smile and ask, “Where do you want me?”, “On your back,” she demanded, like she was going to make me pay; I should’ve known.

I was like “alright!” when she impatiently grabbed the back of my work shirt and flung me onto the mattress and my blissfully ignorant cock slapped against my abs as she put her hair up into a blowjob pony with attitude. I bartered to see if she would mount my face in sixty-nine, but she wasn’t hearing any of that. She didn’t waste any time with formalities as she swallowed my cock and grabbed my balls as if to punish them. She was on a mission, and all I could do again was watch. My dumb cock didn’t even realize he was in trouble and just grew more in her talented mouth to challenge her more. She sucked, gripped and stroked me with such vigor that if I wanted, I could have came right then, but she must had known that when she tasted my precum and removed it from the back of her throat and said “oh no you don’t”, before she turned and straddled me threateningly, my cock still in her death grip. She sat down hard and all I could think was “yeah I’m a baaaaad boy” while my cock finally started to get the picture. She impaled herself, nearly breaking my dick against her deepest parts while also nearly knocking the wind out of me every time she came down in the saddle. It didn’t take long before my balls were tightening with anticipation, when she growled that she was coming again, all over my cock before putting it into high gear. She popped on me faster and harder until all of us went off in unison. I howled like the wind as she cried from the burn of her effort and the release of her orgasm, while my dumb dick shot off like a redneck on the Fourth of July. When I was able to breathe, I whined facetiously, “I’m sorry and that I’ll be good,” as she fell off me exhausted and proud for handling her business and replied, “Welcome home honey”. We giggled and echoed, “I love you,” before we both struggled to get up, and Zombie walked to our bathroom for our post coitus rituals before having to go pick up the kids. I think I’ll be coming home early from work more often.

Happy Hump Day!!!

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