Текст книги "Threefold"
Автор книги: Scott Hildreth
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RAIN
My life was quickly becoming a dream come true. Ethan and Cade were as caring and kind with me together as they were apart. Looking beyond what I expected would be the public’s view of my relationship with the two of them, I saw nothing but a bright future ahead. Maybe I was as naïve as Cade had once indicated, but I didn’t think so. If we wanted the relationship to work, it would. All we had to do was want.
And more than anything, I wanted my happily ever after with the two men I so dearly loved.
“So you said you’d tell me about Ethan. What was the deal about him being a computer hacker?” I asked over my shoulder as I finished brushing my teeth.
“Oh, I forgot. Sorry. I was going to tell you the other day. Okay come sit,” Cade said as he patted the cushion on the couch beside him.
Eager to learn more about Ethan, and finding it odd he was once a computer hacker, I skipped over to the couch and sat down beside Cade.
“Okay so I told you he was a mathematical genius, right?” he asked.
I nodded my head, “Yep.”
“Well, to understand computers is to basically understand math. They’re a series of problems, numbers, and stuff like that. Ethan was a natural, I guess. As a kid, before he was a regular genius he was a computer genius. Well, he got in trouble for hacking when he was young, and they basically slapped his hand. And then, when he was a little older, he did it again,” he paused and ran his fingers through his hair, clearing it from his eyes.
“And?” I asked.
He held his hands to his mouth, covered it for a moment, and then as he pulled his hands away he continued, “He got in a lot of trouble. He ended up going to prison for a while. I don’t know all of the details, and it doesn’t really matter, but it’s why he got a late start on college. And that’s where he got the tattoos on his knuckles, and maybe a few others, I don’t know. But he did tell me he got the knuckle tattoos in prison. I’m kind of surprised he didn’t tell you already.”
“Oh wow. I wondered about that. I mean, not a lot, but like the day I met him, I remember wondering about the tattoos on his fingers. Huh, a computer hacker. That’s kind of funny. So, he doesn’t do it anymore?” I asked.
Cade shook his head, “Nope. He doesn’t want to go back to prison. I mean, who would, right?”
“I suppose not. And yeah, I don’t know. Nobody, I’d guess,” I responded.
The thought of Ethan spending time in prison didn’t trouble me; if anything, it intrigued me. In some ways, it made me think that he and I were more alike than I had already thought. Although I’d never been to jail or prison, in some respects I’d been incarcerated for my entire life at home as a little girl. I also felt being homeless would have to be similar to being in prison – you’re stripped of all of your belongings, and left with nothing but time and what little space you have that you can call your own. The more I made comparisons, I realized it didn’t matter if you were in prison or homeless – the space you occupied wasn’t even yours, and long after you were gone someone else would take it over and begin the process again.
I glanced at Cade. There was no sense going on and on about it. I decided I’d give Ethan an opportunity to tell me about it at a later date. As Cade shrugged and grinned, I shook my head.
“You’re cute,” I said.
“Is that good?” he asked as he glanced down toward his lap.
“It’s wonderful,” I responded.
He widened his eyes as he looked up, “Is Ethan cute?”
I shook my head and laughed, “No. Ethan’s, I don’t know. But he’s not cute.”
After a moment’s thought, I continued.
“Ethan’s handsome,” I sighed.
“He’s handsome and I’m cute. Perfect,” Cade complained sarcastically.
“Look. Stop making comparisons. You’re cute, and I love you for it. I love you for all you are. I love Ethan for different reasons, but to be jealous, it’s just…” I hesitated and shook my head.
“Jealousy is a way of telling me you don’t trust me. There’s nothing to be jealous of. I love both of you, and it’s not going to change. I’ll always love you, and I’ll always love him. Okay?”
He inhaled a deep breath, nodded his head once, and exhaled loudly, “Okay.”
As I studied him, he seemed to come into a calm state of being. Maybe what I said sank in. As he began to appear to be daydreaming, I continued to watch him, wondering all the while what he may be thinking.
“I have a question,” he said under his breath.
I slapped my hand against his knee, hoping to bring him back to earth, “Ask away.”
“I want to take you to Denver to meet my mom and aunt. I don’t know if I’m ready to tell them about the entire thing, but I want to tell them about you. Your thoughts?” he asked.
“I’d love to,” I responded excitedly.
Cade grinned as he placed his hand on my thigh.
“I think we should tell Ethan,” I said.
“Oh, by all means. I think we should invite him too. But I don’t want to tell them about all of us. I don’t know, maybe I’ll feel differently when we’re there, but I doubt it,” he said.
The thought of meeting Cade’s mother made me feel as if he was taking things between us to an entirely different level. Maybe he didn’t intend to, but his offer was making me feel much more secure in our relationship.
“What about Ethan’s parents?” I asked, “He never talks about them.”
“Oh, crap. I forgot that part. He doesn’t talk to them. Ever. Like never. He hasn’t since he went to prison, and they don’t even live very far from here. Again, I don’t know all of the complexities of it, but he never talks to them. Not even on Christmas,” he gasped.
Now feeling even more like Ethan and I were cut from the same cloth, I began to wonder what happened between Ethan and his parents. I knew I shouldn’t continue pressing Cade about Ethan’s past, so I didn’t ask any further questions. I decided I would talk with Ethan about it in due time. My focus while I was with Cade needed to be nothing more than Cade and Cade’s needs.
“I’m sorry, I got off track. I’d love to meet your mother and aunt and I think it’s sweet of you to ask. If we’re not going on a weekend, I’ll need to figure out something with Trent,” I said as I laid my hand over his.
“It’s an 8 hour drive, so maybe a Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. I’ll figure out what works for them, and I guess we’ll go from there,” he said.
“Okay, just let me know,” I said as I turned toward him
“Cade?” I asked as I reached up and ran my hand through his hair.
He grinned and responded, “Yes?”
“I love you,” I said as I leaned toward him and kissed him softly.
He gazed my direction, but didn’t speak.
Okay, don’t say anything.
As I began to wonder if he’d heard me and chose not to respond, or if he was uncertain of his true feelings, he leaned forward on the couch, turned his body to face me, and began kissing me deeply. He pressed his chest against me, pushing me into the back of the couch, and continued to kiss me aggressively. Kissing Cade seemed so special, and in a short time took my mind to a level of intimacy I hadn’t felt with anything or anyone else. His tongue intertwined with mine and our lips pressed tightly together, my hand began to search up and down his inner thigh. As our lips parted, I gulped a breath, and immediately pressed my lips against his again, all too eager to continue our exploration of each other.
As we kissed, my hand continued to search up and down his thigh. Frustrated, I opened my eyes and gazed down in his lap. His cock was stiff, and situated along the inner thigh of his other leg. I closed my eyes and sighed consciously as I shifted my hand to his other leg and gripped his cock in my hand.
“Mmmm,” he moaned as I began to rub against his bulge with the palm of my hand.
“Take off your pants,” I gasped as our lips parted.
He looked around the room nervously.
“Uhhm. In my room?” he asked.
“Sure,” I snapped back as I jumped from the couch.
It was barely past 8:00, and Ethan wouldn’t be home until 12:00 or so from what he had said when he left. Sexually speaking, I wanted to make this as memorable as possible for Cade. As I walked toward his room, I tossed clothes to the side with each step I took. As I did my best to walk seductively, I peered over my shoulder toward him. By the time I reached the doorway, I was down to wearing only my panties. Leaning on the doorframe, still short of breath from our kissing, I reached down and pulled my panties off.
“Get in here,” I demanded as he stood and stared at my nakedness.
As he walked toward me, picking up every article of clothing I had dropped along the way, he stumbled as he attempted to study me while he bent down each time. When he reached the bedroom, he removed his shirt and tossed all of the clothes into a pile by the door. Still standing in the doorway, I turned into the bedroom and grinned at his unconscious tidy nature. Something about watching him pick up all of the clothes and knowing he was an inherently neat person made me want to fuck him senseless – my way.
As he reached for his belt, my eyes shifted downward. Immediately, it was apparent he was as excited as I was for this to continue. The bulge in his jeans caught my eye, and shifted my focus from the bigger picture of sex with him to what was between his legs. While he was unbuckling his belt and pushing his jeans down his legs, I walked to him and pressed my thumb into the waist of his boxer briefs.
“Turn around,” I breathed as his pants fell to his feet.
“Huh?’ he muttered.
“Turn around,” I said as I kicked his jeans toward the pile of clothes.
Slowly, he rotated in a circle. His very round but extremely small butt was pronounced and shaped perfectly.
“Your little butt is shaped like a “C”, I love it,” I said as I gripped it in my right hand.
As I held his butt in my hand, I pressed myself against the bulge in his briefs. He glanced toward me, gazed around the room, and finally fixed his nervous eyes on me again. Seeming a little embarrassed, his gaze appeared to be that of slight uncertainty. Although I wanted to rub myself against his cock, I released his butt from my grasp and stepped away from him.
“There are no mistakes in sex, Cade. There’s nothing to worry about. Sex with us should always be you and me just having fun and loving each other, okay?” I asked, nodding my head as I finished speaking.
“Okay,” he sighed.
I felt a need to make him comfortable, but had no real idea of how to do so. Now standing a few steps from him, I studied his entire body, gazing up and down his thin muscular frame. His thick hair hung down in his face and he had yet to shave his face, making him seem a little manlier than a typical week day morning.
“Take of your cute little underwear. Get your cock out,” I half demanded.
Immediately, he reached for his underwear and slid them to mid-thigh. His erection flipped upward as soon as the waist of his shorts cleared the rigid flesh. As he worked the clingy black material of the boxer’s toward his feet, I watched him eagerly.
“Stroke your cock,” I said as I tossed my head toward him.
Without thinking, I cocked my hip to the side and placed my hands on my waist as I watched him.
“Right here? Just stroke it?” he asked sheepishly.
“Mmmhhhm,” I responded.
Nervously, he began to stroke his cock as if it was the first time he had it in his hand. Obviously apprehensive, and uncertain of what I wanted or what we were going to do, he continued to slowly stroke his hand back and forth along the shaft of his stiff rod. Gazing blankly beyond me and at the wall, he seemed to be lost. I closed my eyes and smiled for a split second at the thought of him aimlessly stroking his cock.
“Tell me to suck your cock,” I half chuckled.
He shifted his eyes from the wall toward me. As our eyes met, he nervously gazed down at his feet. While still studying his toes, he began to stammer.
“Uhhm. I’d like…I want…Will you put my dick in your mouth?” he muttered.
“Cade,” I sighed, “You’re more nervous than before. What’s wrong?”
“Scared? I think I’m scared,” he sighed as he released his cock and wiped his hand on his thigh.
I widened my eyes slightly and smiled, “Don’t be. Okay, remember. We’re always going to have fun when we have sex, and anything you want from me, we can do. Anything at all, okay?”
He nodded his head slowly eventually focusing on his feet. I noticed his level of excitement was fading fast.
“Cade?”
“Yeah?” he asked as he glanced up.
I shook my head and tried to think of a way to make him comfortable. A quick study of the large bedroom produced a fabric overstuffed chair, his bed, a dresser with a television on it, a nightstand and lamp, a desk with a computer monitor and various papers, and his closet. I turned and walked toward the computer.
“Come here,” I said as I motioned toward the computer.
I tilted my head toward the monitor, “Turn this puppy on. Get it going.”
“Uhhm. Okay,” he said with a note of hesitation.
“I want to show you something,” I said under my breath.
After a few seconds, the monitor was on, and at the Google home page. I reached down and typed the word blowjob on the keyboard and pressed the enter key. Multiple suggestions came up on the screen. I clicked the video tab and selected the first video.
After sliding the cursor along the play slide of the video, I moved it to the middle of the video and allowed it to play for a few seconds. An average looking girl was on her knees giving a well below average blowjob to a rather large dick while a hand held her hair behind her head. Her mouth moved no more than an inch up and down the thick shaft, right below the rim of the head. After ten seconds of the torture, I turned toward Cade and smiled.
“You like that?” I asked.
He shrugged.
“Okay, hold on,” I said as I typed the word facefuck into the search window.
The fourth option was a facefuck and deepthroat compilation. I clicked it and pressed play. Various women with cocks shoved down their throats gagged and attempted to swallow their respective partner’s entire length. Those who were unable were forced to take as much as possible as their eye liner ran down their faces.
A quick glance at Cade’s cock revealed his level of excitement.
“You like that?” I asked.
“Uhhm. I mean yeah. Kind of,” he responded as he glanced up from the monitor.
“Well, your cock likes it,” I laughed as I tossed my head toward his waist.
I moved the cursor and typed the words slow deepthroat in the search window. I clicked the second video because it said slow deepthroat and eats cum, and the girl looked like she had a mouthful of cock in the preview. After watching the entire video, I turned toward Cade.
“Did you like that?” I asked.
“Yeah, it was good,” he breathed.
I glanced down at his cock. Pointing up at a 45 degree angle, a pre-cum droplet hung from the tip. As I stared down at it, his rigid shaft twitched up and down with excitement. I was beyond wet, but I felt a need to continue for just a few more minutes. I typed rough sex and previewed the options.
The first, bubble butt Destiny is woken up for rough sex, seemed like a good idea. I pressed play and after a little time scanning, stopped on a portion with her being fucked like she probably should have been in the beginning. Her pink glasses were disgusting, and the video should have been labeled Destiny gets a little cock from behind. Frustrated, I stopped the video and turned to Cade.
“Well?”
He nodded eagerly.
I glanced down at the screen, pressed the back button, and clicked the video labeled Hot nurse Madison Ivy is paid for rough sex.
Well, if someone’s paying her, he should get his money’s worth, right?
I pressed the video, and pressed play.
Although Madison wore white hooker heels for the entire show, she sucked a mean cock, got titty fucked, proved to be extremely limber, obviously enjoyed multiple positions, and even appeared to like it in the ass. All told, Madison was a win.
My pussy felt like it was on fire. I’d seen enough. I wanted some action, and I wanted it now.
“Well?” I asked as I glanced down at his cock.
At an all-time point of rigidity, he seemed a good inch longer than any time I had seen him in the past. The pre-cum dangled from the tip. As I glanced up, his head looked like it was on a swivel, nodding up and down like the head of a child being asked if he wanted more ice cream.
“Okay,” I sighed, “That was an exercise in awareness. Just be aware, any of what you’ve just seen, I’m okay with. And not just okay with, I love it, okay?”
He nodded his head as he stared at my tits.
Slightly sexually frustrated, I took a shallow breath and exhaled loudly.
“How about this. I’ll start us out, and you just do what I say. After a while, maybe you’ll be more comfortable, okay? When you get that way, feel free to just say whatever you want. Did you see all the positions he fucked poor Madison in?” I asked.
He nodded his head.
“Well, we can do all that, okay?” I shrugged.
“Can you put your feet back like that? By your head?” he asked in a shallow soft tone.
“Like that nasty white hooker heel wearing spray tanned whore? Uhhm, yeah. I can do better than that. Jesus, Cade,” I said as I knelt down in front of him.
“Fuck my mouth. Like the one video. Just stick your cock in my mouth, and try and make me gag and slobber. Grab my head, too. Make me suck your cock, okay?” I said as I licked the pre-cum from the tip.
He inhaled deeply, exhaled, and nodded his head.
“We’ll just do this for a minute, just so you can see if you like it,” I said as I kissed the tip of his cock.
“Put your hands on my head and hold it tight. Pull it into your cock, and try and shove it in as deep as you can, okay?”
He eagerly nodded his head. I spit on his cock and realized as soon as I did it was probably a turn-off for Cade and his OCD behaviors for me to spit.
As I started sliding my mouth up and down the throbbing shaft, he slowly began to move his hips back and forth. With a little help from me, he was soon tapping the tip of his cock into the back of my throat. The thought of him participating in shoving his cock down my throat began to make my pussy throb.
As his rhythm and the force behind his thrusts increased, I reached up and gripped his ass in my hands, squeezing it and pulling him against me slightly more. After a moment, we were involved in a full-fledged face fucking, and the saliva from my mouth was dripping from his balls. As his breathing became very labored and loud, I pulled my face from his cock and glanced upward.
I desperately wanted him inside of me, but I knew I needed to wait as long as possible. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand as I attempted to catch my breath. With my pussy dripping down my inner thigh, I knew my focus needed to be Cade, and not me.
“Fun, huh?” I gasped.
In between breaths, he responded, “Yeah…I uhhm…I like that.”
“Okay, time to titty fuck me,” I said as I stood.
I turned and glanced at the bed.
As I started walking toward the bed, I spoke over my shoulder, “We’ll do it on the bed. Just like the video. You get on me and squeeze my tits together, and fuck them. I like to watch, so it’s good for us both, okay?”
“Okay,” he sighed as he climbed onto the bed.
“This is good during a blowjob, after a little sex, or really anytime,” I chuckled.
“And you can blow your load all over my tits, on my face, in my mouth, or whatever,” I shrugged.
“Uhhm. Okay,” he responded.
I rolled onto my back and glanced up at him. Still just as stiff as if it were his wedding day, he gazed blankly at me as if he were uncertain of the next step.
“Remember? There are no mistakes. You’re not going to do anything wrong, Cade. Get up here and fuck my mouth for like three strokes and get your big cock all slobbery, and then fuck ‘em,” I said as I pointed toward my open mouth.
After his eyes scanned the bed, he positioned himself over me, and slowly stuck his cock in my mouth. After I forced it as deep into my throat as possible a few times, he pulled it free and grinned from ear to ear as he slid it between my tits. Now staring down at his wet dick, he seemed confused.
“Fuck ‘em, Cade. Fuck my titties,” I said as I reached up and squeezed them together, smashing his cock between them.
I watched eagerly as he began to work his hips back and forth. As he stared down between my tits, his hair fell into his face, and for once he wasn’t worried about his hair. The longer he watched, the harder he fucked. After a short time, his breathing became choppy as he continued to mercilessly pound against my tits. Seeing the level of focus on his face, his determination, and hearing him grunt was a huge turn on. It was pretty clear to me if something didn’t change, he was going to climax pretty soon.
And I wanted him to.
“Harder, Cade. Fuck my big titties,” I moaned.
As I continued to squeeze my tits together and watch his cock slide in and out, my pussy begged for attention. Now tingling and desperately needing something inside of it, I refused. I focused my gaze to between my tits and waited for each time I could see the tip of his swollen shaft peek from between my tits, only inches from my face. As his moaning became louder, I knew he was close.
“Oh…Oh…” he groaned.
I opened my eyes and stared between my tits. As his hips bucked back and forth, I alternated glances between my tits and his face, hoping not only to see him ejaculate, but see the look on his face when he did.
“Ahhhh,” he groaned as I felt the warm cum between my tits.
I glanced up at his contorted face. As he bucked his hips one last time, the tip of his cock emerged, covered in cum. I stared between my boobs, watching his cock slide freely amidst the white lubricant he had so graciously covered me in.
As he rolled off to the side and collapsed into a pile on the bed, he fought for his next breath. As though he’d just completed a marathon, he stared at the ceiling and eventually found a rhythm and slowed his gasping to a slow, stable deep breathing.
“That was…” he sighed.
I sat up in bed, careful not to drip onto the comforter.
“Incredible,” he said as he tilted his head to the side.
His mouth hung open slightly as he lay there gazing in my direction. He looked content, tired, and as if he had a lot more he wanted to say, but couldn’t find the words to do so.
“Hold that thought just a second,” I said as I climbed over the edge of the bed.
I ran to the bathroom, got cleaned up, and quickly returned to the bed.
“Just needed to clean up,” I breathed as I rolled against his side.
I rested my head on his chest and pressed my body against his. My throbbing pussy was down to a dull thump which seemed to be in time with my heartbeat, and although I wanted some form of satisfaction, I knew I could wait. I had every notion of waiting however long it took to bring Cade back to a full erection, and then fucking him into a coma. As we lay side by side, I mentally compared Cade to Ethan.
Initially I felt guilty for making comparisons, but considering all things, I decided it would probably be unnatural if I didn’t compare the two men. After a moment of comparing them as men, and confirming they were as different as night and day, I realized it wasn’t any real benefit in making the comparison. No different than comparing a flashlight to a hedgehog, comparing Ethan to Cade didn’t produce any vital or even useful information. I loved them for whatever reason I loved them, and there was no changing it. As I rested my head in the crevice between Cade’s arm and chest, I truly came to believe I loved them as a result of some inner connection with my heart that I was far from being in tune with. For me to understand the intricacies of love would be to understand life itself, and I had no grasp of what life was all about – not in the big picture. I stared at the ceiling, enjoyed the sound of Cade’s breathing, and thanked God for providing me not the love of my life, but the loves of my life.
I had always hoped one day love would call my name; and when it did, I’d be able to answer. I had no idea the call would come from two different directions at the same time.
Everything happens for a reason, and as Ethan and Cade were certainly part of everything, I had to believe the reason behind it all was to make the three of our lives more complete and of greater value. I wouldn’t change one thing in my life if I could, and if for some reason I lost one of the two men I loved, I had no idea how I would continue with the other. The thought of it caused me to feel empty and made life seem meaningless.
As I came into a state of true serenity at the thoughts of where my life had brought me, I turned to face Cade. Fast asleep, he seemed at peace. I glanced toward his lap.
Noodle dick.
I rolled to the side and smiled at the thought of his innocence. I had no idea of the time that had passed since our sexual escapade, but I felt I should try to wake him.
I carefully lifted his wrinkled cock from his leg, and wrapped my lips around it. As if I were trying to suck a kumquat through a soda straw, I began to suck his cock, pulling it taught as my cheeks caved inward. After a half a dozen or so slobbery attempts at sucking it into preparedness, it began to grow in my mouth. Although he shifted on the bed a few times, surprisingly, he didn’t wake up. Now with my mouth completely full of his cock, my pussy was in a fiery frenzy. I pulled my mouth from the tip, glanced at him, and shifted my gaze at his cock. As much as I wanted to mount him and have him wake to my tight pussy milking his stiff rod, I knew better. I gripped it in my hand and began jacking it slowly and steadily.
I had always loved watching a guy jack off, and typically got equal pleasure jacking a guy off as well. Something about jacking a guy’s cock, and knowing in the end it was going to be over, left me with little desire to stroke a man to climax. Watching my delicate hand work up and down Cade’s stiff shaft was satisfying for other reasons, and my tiny fist made his cock seem twice as big as it was.
“Ohhh,” he groaned as he shifted his weight on the bed.
I continued to stroke it furiously.
“What…” he breathed as he attempted to sit up.
I stopped stroking it and leaned forward, taking the full length slowly into my mouth. As he was buried deep in my throat, I extended my tongue and attempted to lick his balls. Now holding my position, I began to lick more rapidly, slobbering all over his tight scrotum. The all-time high of the tingling in my pussy was a reminder of my need for some dick.
As he sat up in bed, I pulled my mouth from his cock and grinned. He sat and stared, his face covered with a huge grin.
I shrugged my shoulders, “Sorry, I was bored.”
“I’m going to turn around, and point my ass toward you. Shove that big fucker inside of me and grab my hips, like when that slut with the white heels was getting fucked in the video, remember?” I said as I shuffled myself around in a half circle.
“Uh huh,” he responded.
“Remember, don’t be nervous. Just do it like they did in the video. Just like that, okay?”
“Uh huh,” he breathed.
I peered over my shoulder. Cock in hand, Cade worked his way closer and closer to me. I glanced down at the comforter and closed my eyes, wanting to be surprised by the penetration. As I felt him slowly slide the tip past my soaking wet lips, I bit my lower lip. As he buried himself inside me, he gripped my hips in his hands and began steadily working himself in and out.
Be it the level of love I felt for Cade, or the fact I simply wanted him more than anything to love me at the same level I loved him – and had no way of knowing how he truly felt – something caused me to have an odd orgasm about four or five strokes into our sex. As Cade moaned, I opened my eyes and stared down into the comforter, surprised. Again, the feeling came sharply and without much warning.
Little, short in length, but intense orgasms felt from near my clit. Not deep within me, but from outside. Unfamiliar with the feeling, and never climaxing immediately, I continued to stare blankly, surprised by it all. As the sound of Cade’s hips against my ass echoed throughout the concrete room, I inhaled and became immersed in the feeling.
“Slap my ass,” I breathed.
Cade’s hand almost immediately slapped my ass with the force most men would shoo a fly from a picnic table.
“Slap it!” I bellowed.
His hand came against my ass, stinging it no differently than if I’d been hit with a paddle. As my back arched, I inhaled a sharp breath in sheer shock, and my pussy clenched in utter satisfaction.
“Again,” I squealed.
As he continued to fuck my tight pussy, the sound of his flesh slapping mine turned me on more and more with each stroke. After a few strokes, his hand came down against my ass.
Smack!
The sound of his moaning, my heavy breathing, and our skin slapping together filled the empty room.
Music to my ears.
I needed to see his face. I needed to see him enjoy fucking me.
“Turn me…over. Fuck me on…my…back,” I said between breaths.
As if he’d done it a dozen times, he twisted my body, and flipped me onto my back. As I hoisted my legs into the air and thrust my hips toward the sky, he climbed on and began to pummel my swollen mound as if he owned it. His hair was wet from sweat, and in his face, half obstructing his eyes. He looked like a man possessed, totally different than I’d ever seen him. I liked both looks, but for now, this one was my favorite.
“Oh God…yes,” I moaned.
With the backs of my knees against his shoulders and his hands fumbling with my tits, he continued to work his hips like magic. Lost in the feeling of having the man I loved inside of me, and sharing myself with him in the most intimate way I knew possible, I watched his cock slide in and out of my wet pussy.
After a short time of enjoying seeing his manhood pound me from an up close and personal perspective, I began to tingle from head to toe. No more little orgasmettes, this was the big one. As the tension built inside of me, I held my breath in anticipation and waited.
I felt as if all of the blood in my body rushed between my legs. I opened my eyes momentarily, and was met by the sight of his thick swollen shaft working against my pussy like he was in a porn movie of his own, and this was the final scene. As I closed my eyes, I exploded into an orgasmic state that cleared my mind of all thoughts.
