I awoke, eleven minutes ago...naked, half-wrapped in red sheets—Egyptian Cotton, smooth as silk, but with the heaviness of lust—a little patch of sunshine warming my thighs. I awoke, feeling rested and content...and hungry. A different sort of hunger, down deep between my legs. My eyes close again and imagine, dreamily, my stockinged legs splayed open on your bed. That hunger gnawing at me, as you watch. My tender rosebud lip caught between my teeth, as I slide my fingers between my thighs. The hot, electric chill felt in my spine and the soles of my feet ,when your knowing fingers graze my swollen clit. But, you stop me. You reach down and you hold my hand still. You say, "Turn over. Show me your ass." I oblige...blushing. Deep red flowers blossom on my cheeks. The ache and want and throbbing inside of me grows. My breath feels shaky in my chest with wanting. I start to feel like a little sort of animal, wild and half-crazed with hunger, under the complete control of instinct, nature and perversion—my mind overcome only by sating my desire. You see it and you take control. Bring back the girl in me, the softness, quell the feral wanting, just enough.
Kneeling in front of and above me, I look up to you with my soft, dark eyes, widened—the wanting reflected in their mercurial pools. You, strong of hand and stronger will, pull my hair and lift my face to meet your eyes. Though I am by nature stubborn, smart-assed and wild, I realize now, in you, I’ve met my match. You cup my supple ass. Slap. Spank. Rhythmic. Hard. Once. Twice. Again.
I think I might explode. I wonder if you know that, with just the tiniest touch, you could release oceans from within me. Of course you do...this is part of the game—the fun, the power and play. My eyes flutter shut and I bite hard on my lip, my hands balled into fists, clutching handfuls of blanket. "Look. At. Me." You say it firmly, smoothly—it slides out of your mouth and fills me hot and sweet like honey. I feel your voice on my skin like hot pavement in summertime. You hold your strong, hard, perfect cock in one large hand, my dark satin hair in the other. You press yourself against my wet and glistening mouth and ask me if I want you to fuck me. I part my lips to answer, "yes." Please. Now. Please fuck me.
You shut me up with your sex. Slide yourself into my mouth. You ask again, commanding this time. "Do you. Want me. To. Fuck. You?" I take as much of you in my mouth as I can. Hoping and pleading with my searching tongue that this will suffice as an answer. Still, I try to say the words. I hum, "Yes. Please..." as much as I can, with my small mouth so full of you. I love the hard, full feeling of your cock between my lips. Filling my cheeks—the heat of you. Choking. Sputtering. I start to get lost in running my tongue along you, the taste and feel of you...and you bring me to. A little slap in my face. A harder one on my ass. I am dripping now... "Turn around," you say, with such calm, such a juxtaposition to my absolute loss of control, my unrepentant wanting. I do as I’m told. You slowly, rhythmically, slap your cock on my ass. "Where do you want me to fuck you? Here?" You slap my ass again. "Or...here...?" You press yourself against my opening. I want both. I want everything. I want you to fill all of me at once...you stay with your cock pressed just slightly, almost inside of me. But only just. I arch my back and rub myself against you. You remind me that you’ve asked me a question. You want an answer. I don’t know. "I don’t know, I...please. Please fuck me."
You pull away from me. I can feel your eyes behind me, watching as I lose what little semblance of self-control that had remained. I hear little animal noises bubbling out of my mouth from some deep unknown inside of me. They are feral and wild and unconstrained. Uncontrollable. Little whines and whimpers escape me, I can’t hold back. I want you so badly...
I slide back, towards you. Pushing hard—bucking. Arching my back, my ass in wide circles. My small feet digging into the mattress. My body begging you to fuck me. I hear you chuckle, softly—satisfied with my acquiescence, my complete and total submission to you. I am warm and wet and dripping. You slide slowly into me. Deeply. Languidly you fill me...my breath draws in sharply. And, then...finally...I am released into pleasure’s beckon.
