“I want you to tell me you’re coming. I want you to say my name. I want you to come all over my dick,” you say to me. We are on your couch, naked, in the middle of the day, and I am riding you hard and fast. There’s TV noise in the background and my black lacy thong is lying crumpled on the coffee table where it landed when you yanked it down my legs.
I pull you closer to me, shoving my hands in your hair and grinding my clit slow against you. Your eyes close and you tip your head back with sheer bliss. I am breathing very hard as I rock myself back and forth, back and forth, waiting for that delicious sensation to rise stronger and stronger inside me. You bend your head to lick my nipples, which are as pink and hard as they’ve ever been.
“You want me to come, babe?” I whisper. “Say it. Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to come right now,” you say back, biting my neck as I fuck you. “Tell me you’re coming. I wanna hear you come.”
I do. I tip my hips forward in just the right way, giving myself the exact kind of stimulation that makes me lose it, close to the edge, and then I am coming, gasping your name. The waves of pleasure come so hard and fast.
“Come on my dick,” you say over and over. “Baby, do you like it when you come on my dick?” I do. I really do.
Once the waves have subsided and I can catch my breath, you pull me into your room and I ride you backwards just the way you like, fast, your hands on my ass. Dragging my nails up and down your thighs, cupping and gently pulling on your balls, playing with my tits. “Give it to me,” I tell you. “Fill me up. I wanna feel you come inside me.”
Now it’s your turn to come, you moan with the rush of it, I roll off your dick to lay down beside you, exhausted, satisfied… for now.