Satisfaction
I come home from work, much agitated because I've had
a hard day.
When I walk into the bedroom, I see you're lying naked
against the pillows. You're waiting for me--the covers
pushed aside, your legs slightly parted, your cock standing
stiff. The sight of your manhood never ceases to awe me.
I see it as a work of art--empowering, shaped perfectly,
so endowed for rendering pleasure.
With one glance at you, my irritation, my fatigue, all fade
away. We don't speak--your expression tells me better
than words that you will take care of me; you will make the
world right again. At that moment, I feel like the luckiest
woman alive.
Silently, I undress myself while you watch. I don't
rush as I unbutton my blouse and remove it. Soon enough,
all will be well. Unzipping my skirt, I drop it. I stand in
my under things before you, letting you look your fill.
When I see the satisfied look in your eyes, I continue to
remove my bra, my stockings, and finally my panties.
I come to you bare. I want nothing between us, nothing to
hamper feeling every inch of your body against mine.
I climb the bed and straddle your thighs on my knees. We look
at each other, eyes locked, knowing we will exchange more
than physical satisfaction.
You reach for your cock proudly and hold it for me. I use both
hands to part my cunt, then position myself above it. I pause,
seeing that you are looking at my spread pussy. Again, I
don't want to interrupt your visual pleasure. When
you raise your eyes to mine, slowly, I begin to lower myself.
As I feel the first brushing of your cock's head against
my entrance, my eyelids droop with the satisfaction of
our contact. A long-winded sigh escapes me.
I lower myself enough to press my cunt against the crown
of your cock. Its thickness covers the entire span. God
it feels good. I hesitate momentarily, then push lower.
I gasp as the thick head breaks through, but will myself
to go slowly. My eyes meet yours again and I see the same wild
urge I'm feeling myself. We smile at each other--a
smile of delight, of anticipation.
As I lower myself upon your shaft, you moan right along with
me. The walls of my vagina vibrate as, inch by inch, my small
cunt stretches to accommodate your powerful cock. The
fullness I feel extends to my heart, to my very soul. Every
time you enter my body, it's as though you infuse me
with new life.
I take all of you--so deeply that I'm able to sit without
supporting my weight. You take my hands and lace your fingers
through mine. Another brief look and we're ready for
pleasure.
As I begin to rock back and forth, I lean toward you. You cup
my breasts and take both nipples between your thumbs and
forefingers. My drawn out moan crumples the silence and
my eyelids flutter from the bliss. We both know I'm
too ready, it won't take me long.
Jarred by my body's hunger, I keep my eyes glued to yours
as I move my hips more urgently, more determinedly. You
help me along by thrusting to my rhythm, giving me longer
slides while my cunt squeezes your cock in demand for pleasure.
You know the instant I'm ready to release. Your expression
turns more possessive and you pinch my nipples harder to
take me across the line.
I scream, as suddenly, all my frustrations explode. Abandoning
myself, my awareness centers solely on the sensations
swirling in my cunt as it grasps, sucks, and devours the
long hard tool that's granting me this satisfaction.
As the means of my ultimate pleasures, it is an enormous
power that it wields over me. It's contenting to be
held so dependent.
As my orgasm begins to dwindle, you allow me to lower myself
into your arms. I latch on to you gratefully while I kiss
and suck your neck for further fulfillment.
Your own needs impatient now, you suddenly roll us over
so that I'm underneath and you on top. You hold my head
and call for my attention. Seeing the hunger in your eyes,
I want to tear myself open for you. I want nothing spared
in your taking of me.
As if to punish me for the extent of your needs, you attack
my mouth with a savage kiss. Your hot, moist tongue slithers
in and rolls around mine, then it sweeps my mouth thoroughly
to claim it as yours. While you suck and bite, your appetite
and thrusts gradually grow so demanding that when you break
the kiss, my lips feel swollen and bruised.
Consumed with passion, you squeeze your hands under my
ass cheeks and raise me so that you can pound me more deeply.
I welcome every thrust, every demand for your manly needs.
You don't seem to be able to get enough and you slip my
legs over your shoulders. Pressing me into a roll, you take
even more. Your pounding is almost violent as you repeatedly
withdraw to the tip of your cock, then plow back into me even
more forcefully.
Approaching the end, you thrust faster and faster, filling
the room with our heavy breathing and the ring of your balls
slapping against my bottom.
My need to give to you is too urgent to express silently.
Low moans emerge from the bottom of my heart, but that's
not enough. Compelled, I whimper and plead for something
I can't even name until with a reverberating growl,
you begin to fill my cunt. Then I scream out your name.
Images of your rigid cock taking its pleasure, relieving
itself of the burdening pressure inside my cunt flash through
my mind and I strive to absorb your entire being into mine.
Then, as if refusing to make the journey down the spiral
of ecstasy alone, you grind against my clit. The pressure
is all I need to join you.
We moan and grunt--you, pouring your precious seed into
me, I, greedy to absorb every drop. And in this way, in this
give and take, once more, together, we have achieved the
ultimate state of being.
It's a long time before our pulses beat as they should.
With my stirring, your soft cock slips out of its sopping
nest. You reposition me to lie in your arms, partially atop
you. As we kiss tenderly to seal our sharing, I hook my leg
over yours. Then I lay my head in the crook of your shoulder
and dwell on this wondrous feeling of being so fully drained,
yet so very complete. It's a feeling that always follows
in the aftermath of our lovemaking.
As I begin to drift off, I feel a trickle of heat flow through
my swollen cunt lips. I smile, knowing that I'm overflowing
with the wetness you have left behind. I press my crotch
against your thigh that's wedged between my legs to
remind you--you have just finished fucking me and your
cum is dripping from my cunt. You express your appreciation
by placing a lazy kiss on my forehead.
Satisfaction prevails--you have made the world right
for me once again. I sigh and reach for your balls. Cupping
them gently in my hand, I fall asleep.
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