Sex Theif

I’ve said no to you how many times? Far to many. I have been on the brink of you, literally a tap away from you and still I say no. I say NO. No no no no no. Why the fuck do I say no to you? Its in moments like this when I ask that question. Only now.

I roll over on my floor and look at my reflection in the mirror. I think I am pretty. You say I’m beautiful. I see my reflection as only a reflection. I sigh and my breasts rise and fall. I trace a tanned hand over my curvy body. I watch myself as I do it, slowly and seductively, as if you were watching me. I play with my nipples, which are the lightest shade of pink, until they are hard. I drag my nails over my thighs, my stomach, my shoulders. I imagine that it is you touching me, caressing me. I feel myself begin to drip with anticipation. I can hardly wait. I rub my shaved pussy idly, staring into my own eyes, pretending that they are yours.

You said you would come tonight. We’ve waited, because neither of us were ready to have sex yet. We’d done everything else that we could. You’ve fucked my mouth, fingered my pussy and assaulted my ass until I screamed for more. We’ve 69ed and I could barley keep my composure. I’ve sucked you off and refused to stop, sending you into the limbo of oblivion that I call after-cum. We have played with each other in public, in the open, almost more often than in private. We have kissed viciously and softly. You have beaten me and slammed me into lockers with everyone watching. I’ve punished you with a spatula, which made you laugh. I am not a dommy. But tonight, you will fuck me. Really, actually fuck me.

We planned it, didn’t we? I would unlock the back door of my house, wait for you in a back room. There, we would do everything. I think about and finger my clit and moan.

I look at my clock. You wont be here for another hour. I might die before then.

I get up and wander downstairs naked. Taking my time. My house is still.

I get to the back room and remake the bed. I don’t know if we will fuck on top or between the sheets I’ve chosen, but I decided I don’t care. They are yellow and soft. I can feel them slide between my fingers and over my legs as I slide under the covers. I don’t mean to, but I fall asleep.

In the recesses of my dreaming mind, I know that you are with me. I can sense your smell and your body. The door makes a noise as you close it and lock it behind you. I am instantly awake. You are right there next to me, touching my breast and kissing me deeply. When you woke me, I sat up. But you smoothly push me down again; throwing off the covers I’m hiding under.

I can see you in the pale light coming in from the window. You look so handsome in this moment. Your Hair messed up and your chest heaving. You are still dressed, but I know what you look like underneath. A sturdy body of pale skin with gorgeous thighs. I cannot focus on a single aspect of you. I can only dream of what you will do to me in this moment. Right now.

You look hungry. I reach up to touch your cheek, stroking it softly. Your breathing increases. I hear a heart beat and cannot decided if it is yours or mine.

“I’m accelerating,” I whisper.

“I’ve been accelerating,” you reply, leaning over me. You bone charm his my lips. I bite it and pull you in for a kiss.

You are hungry, I think as you ravage my mouth. I lustily fight you back, but I am losing. It’s ok to lose this. It’s ok, because I want it.

You stop for air, closing you eyes. You open them and look at me. You smile with you stupid smile. I call you cat.

“Tasty mouse,” you reply, licking my neck. You bury your face in my hair. Your left hand strokes my thigh. I moan.

“Stop… Stop teasing me,” I am begging.

You say nothing as your fingers rub my outer lips.

“You shaved for me,” he smiles into my neck.

“Yes…”

“You are so wet for me too…” your fingers reach inside and run circles around my entrance. I try and buck against you. I want you inside me. I don’t care which part.

“Hey! Wait, slow down,” you whisper. You move my hands to your shit and I quickly disrobe you. Your pants are a struggle because you are practically lying on top of me. But the come off. And now we are naked together.

I can feel you cock throbbing against the skin of my lower belly. I am moved to violently that I cannot control myself.

“Darling,” is all I can say before I am kissing you again frantically. I claw your back in frustration. You moan into my mouth. You love it when I am frustrated. You can’t help it.

“How bad,” you say between greedy kisses, “how bad do you want it?”

“I want you so fucking bad…”

“How bad?”

“Stop fucking with me!”

“Stop?” you pause propping yourself up on your hands. I can feel you cock between my spread legs. Tease.

“If you do not fuck me right now…” I say in a low and angry voice. I smile and change my tone to a more seductive one. “ I want you to fuck my brains out.” I run a sly hand over your thighs and you almost fall on me. You whole body is electric with sensitivity.

You say nothing, being you. You reach down and slowly slip you fingers inside me. I try to grin against you, but you move away. I can’t hear anything over my own breathing and heartbeat. You fingers stroke me slowly. I want it, I want it. “I want it!”

You need no further play. With a guiding hand of yours and a helping one of mine, you slide into me quickly. I am overcome with this sensation of pain and ineffable pleasure. I might be crying, but I can’t tell.

In some far off place, I can hear you asking me if I am ok and quietly Shhh-ing me. I mentally tell you to shut up and grind against you. You go slowly. Probably so you wont hurt me. I don’t care anymore. I want it NOW. I grind back and forth, making my clit touch your shaft with every stroke. You cock fills me, but it is not enough, I need more.

You lean down again and kiss me. I kiss you back, unaware that I am actually doing anything with my mouth. I am so absorbed with your cock inside me that there is nothing else in the world.

I break our kiss, “faster.” I can hardly say the word.

You oblige. Your cock picks up speed and the friction builds a pressure in me. I start to moan into your mouth. Our bodies have become a tangle of heat and passion. I wrap my legs around your waist, urging you to speed up. One hand squeezes your arm while the other digs into your back. I moan something along the lines of more or harder or oh god, but its lost in our climbing ecstasy. You plunge into me, repeatedly. I can feel every exaggerated thrust.

I have never had an orgasm, and am unfamiliar with the rising sensation in my body. I can feel it climbing and growing. I want to scream out your name and beg for release, but my mouth won’t listen.

You thrust as hard as you can, and you push me over the edge. The walls inside me tighten along with every part of me that will listen. I can feel myself release onto you and my brain is so wrapped up in my own wave of pleasure that I can barely hear what you say. When I open my eyes, you are staring at me. You look proud and satisfied, even though you are nowhere near done yet, and I can feel it building inside of me again.

I lip the word, cum. I might even have uttered it. But you listen. You thrust into me again, triggering another orgasm as you cum inside me. Both of our bodies are shaking. You thrust a few more times, but your energy for the moment is spent. You roll off of me and breathe.

“Oh my god…” I can barely speak.

“Shh…” you whisper as you pull me close.

“Chris…” I start to say.

“I know,” you reply. “I love you too, Abby.”

“I was going to say again, please,” I mutter. “But if you’d rather cuddle…”

“Let me play with you,” you say, smiling. “And if you good, then we’ll go again.”

“I brought down my cowgirl hat,” I say, hopefully.

“That’s good, cause I plan to make you wear it.”

You smile into my face as you kiss me cheek. I can feel your finger playing with my belly button. In this moment, all I can feel is content.

But I know that there will be more.