She is my Wonder Woman, my religion, and as a man, I feel like I came from her rib. It certainly isn’t just that sexual feeling I’m talking about, but if it does take us there, sorry/not sorry. She makes me want to be a better version of myself, and I pray at her feet nearly daily to pay homage. And when I say Wonder Woman, I’m talking about Lynda Carter because I’m old school like that.
I’m driven to please her, my ol lady as I affectionately refer; she’s my purpose if I have any. I see her lying in bed after her shower with her feet elevated on her body pillow after a long day, and I’m drawn to her. I start to massage her tired feet and wonder how it feels for her. I’m motivated by her moans of pleasure, but I won’t get it twisted by turning my motivations away from hers. It is so easy to get distracted by her happy sounds, but I persevere and focus on her, but that devil on my shoulder just won’t shut the fuck up.
He whispers in my ear, “You know what would really help her relax”? Followed by, “They say nothing beats orgasms when it comes to relieving stress”. I hadn’t noticed that he was driving until I was up into her calves. She wasn’t fighting my elevation changes either, and even allowed her legs to fall open for deeper penetrations. Her moans were consistent with no wild pitch changes, and in hindsight, she was just playing it right while having her cake and waiting for me to eat it too.
All bets were off when she pulled her nightshirt off to expose the whole pallet, and I didn’t want to seem too eager by skipping any bases, so I just moved up into her thighs with my kneading hands while keeping my needy mouth to myself. I had to practice all my self-control as my massage moved up into her upper thighs. I behaved myself while challenging her to do the same. She maintained her best poker face, even when her hooch was telling on her by releasing another confession of her delicious aromas as my fingers advertently glanced, pulled, and tugged her nether lips apart a little more with each pass.
I inhaled deeply to let her know I knew, and I think I even disappointed her with my resolve when I asked her to turn over so that I could continue. She gave me slight side-eye and a hint of a smirk as she turned over as if to say; Okay, if this is how you want to play it. I mounted the back of her legs so that I could work her back and showed my resolve by disrobing before I did so. She just laughed into her pillow when she felt my cock fall in the crease between her thighs. I laughed too, as she just shook her head and waited for me to continue. I maintained while taking my time working out the knots up and down her back and shoulders until she started to call my bluff with more expressive moans of pleasure.
My cock isn’t deaf, and as I had to move up and down her back, my cock grew fat and dragged up and down the back of her thighs, and was soon knocking on her back door. It wasn’t much longer before one of us had to call the other’s bluff, and knowing that I was the champion of brat, she spread her legs just enough for my cock to fall at her castle gates. When it did, she closed her legs to capture him, preventing any retreat. She then began to roll and undulate her hips under me while pushing back each time until her moistening lips parted enough to hug my cock, and then she dared me to do something about it. I gathered her hair into a pony and pulled her head back as I lay down on her back and asked if I could taste her. She shook her head no, and pushed her ass back more as if desperately jockeying for penetration, and being the brat I am, I facilitated.
I sat back and spread my legs so that she too could just enough so that I could position my cock at her hot and invitingly wet hole. She pushed back, forcing penetration, and because she had her legs together, it made my decent that much more deliciously hot and extra tight. I purposely positioned myself high on her ass so that I could come down raking her g-spot before grinding myself in her deepest parts. I pulled back slow, rinsed and repeated as her lips squeegeed her juices from my cock each time, consequently making each penetration as tight as the first and it was like breaking a virgin each time. It wasn’t something either of us ever wanted to stop, but being the brat I am, I gathered her hair up again in a pony, pulled an arch in her back, and asked again if I could taste her. She adamantly shook her head no as if pleading with me not to stop, but as I said…I’m the biggest brat, and I backed out completely as she screamed her frustration.
I then grabbed her by the hair and forced her to give me a kiss which she at first reluctantly did, but quickly softened up to me before I continued my kisses down her spine and over her ass. I positioned myself between her legs and pulled her hips up and back to facilitate my access until my nose broke inside her so that my tongue could lash her clit. I was famished and pushed my face and nose deeper until I could just wrap my mouth around her clit to eat at her trough and literally fuck her with my nose until she ultimately came, and pushed back harder as if to tell me she needed something more substantial. I either needed a snorkel, or had to come up for air anyway, so I rose behind her, milked my face, and lathered my cock with her juices again. I then rubbed my cock up and down her already electrified clit before just breaking her with the head of my cock, and again gathering her hair and pulling her back the rest of the way. She finally shook her head yes as if to say, now that’s what I’m talking about, before she then neighed her challenge, and shook her ass as I snapped her reins tighter to her apparent satisfaction.
She shook loose her reins, steadied her stance, and even tried to buck me off her by pushing back hard, forcing me to grab onto her haunches. I saw a challenging smile grow on her profile, which made me respond in kind. I’m a masochist and always want things to last, and I will put a good book down just when it is getting juicy, and this is no different. I bring us both to the edge, just to back off, and I do that several times, and she doesn’t like that. I love to make her cum a bunch of little times just to witness them build on my cock, and also like to go back down on her as an intermission because multiple orgasms aren’t as easy for me as they are for her, but try and tell her that? She likes to get from A to B, the most efficient way possible, and I prefer to take the more scenic route. I enjoy watching that scene of her orgasm building over and over again, but I’m also not as young as I used to be, and that practice could leave me out in the cold if I ain’t careful. We prefer to finish big together but don’t always agree on how fast we should get there. Speaking of eye-to-eye, for our final act, I spin her onto her back. I position myself between her smooth legs because I want to watch her final orgasm in her face. With one hand at the back of my neck she pulls me down for a heated kiss, and with the other she directs my cock inside her and pulls me deep with her legs and looks deep into my eyes as if pleading with me to stop fucking with her and to put her down.
Unspoken and understood, we begin our closing act. She locks me down again with her legs as I start, telling me she needs a second to catch her final breath before she kisses me and tells me in panted breaths that she won’t last long. I can see it in her face that she is hanging on by the skin of her teeth, and I fear I fucked around too long for the kind of finish we both hoped for, but she takes the reins and tells me to go slow. She led with her legs until she felt like she could hang and relax. I felt her become less responsive, and we’re able to catch our groove again as the slow kisses helped to distract us, but our reprieve was short-lived, and about five minutes into our act, we both find ourselves in the red. She stopped kissing me, and asked me to fuck her. Enough said, I scooped up her legs in my arms and locked us in with two fistfuls of bedding, and we both released the breaks. We both got off on each others orgasms as they built to a quick crescendo, both our faces telling a beautiful story while our bodies slapped and clapped in celebration as my cock flexed and pulsed in rhythm inside her. We couldn’t help but to sing out as the curtains fell, and I filled her before we echoed I love you and bowed out.
Happy Hump Day!!
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