sleep is for the weak
my boy came home from work last night, tired and sore as hell. almost too tired to fuck. amazing, huh? i mean, really. who could possibly be too tired to have sex?
he'd just gotten out of the shower and just crawled into bed naked next to me, lying flat on his back, saying how tired he was.
what he didn't know was that i had the bottle of cherry-flavored lube in my hands under the blanket and was opening it up as he spoke. after putting a bit in my hands, i cupped it in my palms and rolled on my side to curl up with him, carefully moving my hands towards his penis before rubbing his tip with my lube-covered hands.
'AH! what are you DOING?!'
'nothing.'
i covered every inch of his penis and balls with my fingers, making it slick and easy for me to work my hands on his hardening dick. he loves the feeling of my hands on him without any friction, just my fingers and hands sliding all over his cock, massaging his balls.
i sat up and straddled his thighs, taking one hand, grasping the top of his cock and sliding my fist down, following it with my other hand, and kept repeating it, my hands alternately sliding down his cock, till i felt him harden and groan, hips bucking upward.
'i love it when you do that,' he breathed. he loves my handjobs. if he had it his way, he'd get a handjob and blowjob from me every night and that's all. truth be told, he enjoys sex he doesn't have to work for. and i indulge him from time to time.
but i like to get mine too.
his hand slid between my legs to rub at my clit and i almost went weak at the touch. he's always rough, hard with my clit; he knows i can take a lot of pain and being rough doesn't hurt me.
'you're so wet,' he said, almost surprised, realizing i was getting off on playing with his cock. what can i say? i live to please.
he pulled me down to kiss me and lined his dick up with my wet pussy, pushing me down onto him, his dick thrusting all the way into me. god, i love the feeling when a cock first enters me, pushing in so deep, stretching me out, making me shudder in pleasure.
i rode his cock like a good girl, pulling up so far his cock almost slips out, then sliding all the way back down, each time, whimpering softly when he thrust up against me. his hands were fondling my breasts, he loves them, loves to suck on them, finger them, pull at my nipples.
suddenly, he threw his arms around my back, sitting up halfway, sucking on my breasts as i kept riding him, the closeness of his body against mine feeling so good. i was moaning so loud now i was sure my roommates could hear, but it wasn't like it would be the first time and i enjoy the fact that they know i'm having much better sex than they are.
he pushed me onto my back, my legs bent backward at the knees so they were almost folded under me and he continued to fuck me that way, my back arched by the awkward position of my legs, but somehow it still felt blissfully good, his fingers rubbing at my clit, his dick still thrusting steadily inside of me, my back arched uncontrollably. i was so close to coming, so close to orgasm. i could feel myself beginning to shudder.
and he stopped.
i gasped in protest, but he dragged me off the bed and towards the chair in my room. he sat down on it and pulled me on top of him, slipping his cock into me once more. he knows that i love fucking on chairs; it just pushes his cock further into me, my clit rubbing against him so much harder... i grabbed the back of the chair and rode him frantically, his hands on my hips, guiding my speed, his hips bouncing me on his cock, and i came so hard i stopped moving and froze, my muscles convulsing and my mind screaming and voice moaning. he came not long after, thrusting upwards into my spasming cunt, groaning.
i love chairs.
too tired to fuck. psh.
he'd just gotten out of the shower and just crawled into bed naked next to me, lying flat on his back, saying how tired he was.
what he didn't know was that i had the bottle of cherry-flavored lube in my hands under the blanket and was opening it up as he spoke. after putting a bit in my hands, i cupped it in my palms and rolled on my side to curl up with him, carefully moving my hands towards his penis before rubbing his tip with my lube-covered hands.
'AH! what are you DOING?!'
'nothing.'
i covered every inch of his penis and balls with my fingers, making it slick and easy for me to work my hands on his hardening dick. he loves the feeling of my hands on him without any friction, just my fingers and hands sliding all over his cock, massaging his balls.
i sat up and straddled his thighs, taking one hand, grasping the top of his cock and sliding my fist down, following it with my other hand, and kept repeating it, my hands alternately sliding down his cock, till i felt him harden and groan, hips bucking upward.
'i love it when you do that,' he breathed. he loves my handjobs. if he had it his way, he'd get a handjob and blowjob from me every night and that's all. truth be told, he enjoys sex he doesn't have to work for. and i indulge him from time to time.
but i like to get mine too.
his hand slid between my legs to rub at my clit and i almost went weak at the touch. he's always rough, hard with my clit; he knows i can take a lot of pain and being rough doesn't hurt me.
'you're so wet,' he said, almost surprised, realizing i was getting off on playing with his cock. what can i say? i live to please.
he pulled me down to kiss me and lined his dick up with my wet pussy, pushing me down onto him, his dick thrusting all the way into me. god, i love the feeling when a cock first enters me, pushing in so deep, stretching me out, making me shudder in pleasure.
i rode his cock like a good girl, pulling up so far his cock almost slips out, then sliding all the way back down, each time, whimpering softly when he thrust up against me. his hands were fondling my breasts, he loves them, loves to suck on them, finger them, pull at my nipples.
suddenly, he threw his arms around my back, sitting up halfway, sucking on my breasts as i kept riding him, the closeness of his body against mine feeling so good. i was moaning so loud now i was sure my roommates could hear, but it wasn't like it would be the first time and i enjoy the fact that they know i'm having much better sex than they are.
he pushed me onto my back, my legs bent backward at the knees so they were almost folded under me and he continued to fuck me that way, my back arched by the awkward position of my legs, but somehow it still felt blissfully good, his fingers rubbing at my clit, his dick still thrusting steadily inside of me, my back arched uncontrollably. i was so close to coming, so close to orgasm. i could feel myself beginning to shudder.
and he stopped.
i gasped in protest, but he dragged me off the bed and towards the chair in my room. he sat down on it and pulled me on top of him, slipping his cock into me once more. he knows that i love fucking on chairs; it just pushes his cock further into me, my clit rubbing against him so much harder... i grabbed the back of the chair and rode him frantically, his hands on my hips, guiding my speed, his hips bouncing me on his cock, and i came so hard i stopped moving and froze, my muscles convulsing and my mind screaming and voice moaning. he came not long after, thrusting upwards into my spasming cunt, groaning.
i love chairs.
too tired to fuck. psh.