Kinky lovers once again

Seems we were cut a break. Carefully carrying him, we lay him down in his crib and held our breaths, expecting the indignant squeal to be emitted at any moment.

But, nothing. Just even, deep breaths that signalled sleep had been achieved. Finally!

We thought this time would not happen again for some time. In fact I was pretty much resigned to sleeping with him in my arms, waking to feed, maybe handing him over for snuggles through the night for some weeks – maybe months- to come. But last night was the glimpse of light at the end of the tunnel.

It didn’t start with a kiss – it started with a snuggle. Just an innocent, close, cosy, snuggle. A half naked, leading to even more naked, snuggle. Just laying close to each other was a victory of sorts, being able to once more cuddle each other and feel our flesh meeting in an adult, intimate way – not just as parents but as lovers. Kinky lovers with kinky plans.

My hand between us felt something rising to meet it, something getting progressively harder and more insistent. I greeted it with shock to start with, I didn’t think he would be able to have that on his mind – to be honest all that was on my mind was cuddling up and perhaps sampling some of that rare, intoxicatingly good, sleep.

I felt him smile into the side of my face.

“Sorry.”

“It’s ok, I’m just so… sleepy.”

“It’s fine, we can just cuddle. It’s good.”

So we cuddled. But my mind turned to what it would be like again. Having him inside me. The realisation of a need that had started inside me again, been ignited by that fleeting touch. Not only wanting but needing his cock penetrating me, taking me and forcing his pleasure deep inside me.

I reached out once again. He smiled, once again.

Some light, turning to firm and even, strokes later and he’d sheathed himself with a condom from the bedside drawer. Rising up and pushing me flat on to my back in a swift move, he placed himself between my legs and poised at my now ready entrance.

I sleepily smiled up at him and bidded that he make his feelings known.

He did, with intense, pleasurable force.

Some time after, bathed in the perspiration and post-coital glow, I reached for my LELO Smart Wand Large Vibrator. I had to reach that climax.

It always got me there fast and tonight was no exception. He likes when I beg permission to finally spill over the edge of the sensation waterfall – so I did. He left me longer than ever before finally acquiescing to my need, seeing that I need it enough, that there would in a split second be no stopping it, that he’d have to punish otherwise, that it was tearing me apart having to hold on just for his permission.

I came with the stars bursting behind my eyes – and in those drawn out seconds that somehow also feel like a lifetime, I was aware of him ready to penetrate me once again, aroused so much by watching me writhe and gasp and moan and shudder with the longest orgasm I’d had in quite a while.

I heard the flipping of the lube lid first. Then he forcibly turned me on to my side and entered me where he didn’t need a condom – where he needed to push firmer and harder – where it makes me squeak with the pain, soon turning to longer moans of pleasure as he doesn’t stop, doesn’t give up and the pain subsides entirely. Submitting to his invasion and being awash with sensation all at once, my ecstasy just seconds earlier making its presence known by dribbling between my thighs from my achingly empty pussy.

He saw to this aching afterwards though. Grabbing another condom I was made to kneel on all fours while he took me so hard and so thoroughly, I felt all breath had left my body entirely. Mouth open to gasp the pain/pleasure sensation, but no air left with which to make it audible.

Dropping like a rag doll afterwards, curled in the foetal position, he reached for my hand as I lay beside him. My fingers curled round his tightly and I shudder in the waves still ebbing. Peeking between tightly shut eyelids I see his chest rise and fall faster than normal, close to me; feeling the heat radiating from him after our sexual exertions.

Snaking an arm across his chest I curl around him and fall into a deep, healing sleep and dream of the next time.

 

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