by Marx, Jayda
“We had better get going if we’re going to make it in time,” I managed to squeak out.
He kept staring at me for a few seconds, and I knew he had shared my thoughts. Finally he let out a long sigh. “Yeah, okay.”
Dinner was wonderful. The restaurant was quiet and romantic; much different than the fast food places we usually went with the boys. As we sat together in our cozy, dimly lit private booth, we weren’t worried about bath times, diaper changes or juice cups. We were completely focused on each other. We talked about Tyler’s work and our hopes for the future. We flirted and laughed and played footsie under the table. And the food was delicious. We splurged and treated ourselves to three courses, each more delectable than the last. While Tyler paid the bill, I checked the time on my phone. I was enjoying his company so much I wasn’t sure how long we had been sitting there together. As I read the time, I realized over three hours had passed in a blink. I looked up at him and saw he was gazing back at me, lust in his eyes. “Are you ready to go back to the room?” I winked at him, and didn’t have to say a word. As I was climbing out of the booth, he pinched my ass, probably a little harder than he’d meant to. I let out a tiny scream of surprise and drew the attention of several diners around us. I turned on him, red faced, but he looked back at me with a blank expression. “What? Did you trip or something?” I tried to shoot him a dirty look, but couldn’t hide my smile. We both left giggling and walked to the car, hand in hand.
Once we were back in our suite, I asked Tyler to grab us some drinks out of the mini fridge while I drew us a hot bath. We had brought some alcohol with us – partly because we wanted to just relax together, and not have to deal with the hustle and bustle of a bar - but also partly because we are cheap. I mean, we had already dropped a lot of money on dinner and the hotel, might as well drink for free. I’ve always been a lightweight when it comes to drinking; a couple strong cocktails and it’s game over. So, that night we had opted for wine coolers. He brought four into the bedroom, and placed two on either end of the basin. We undressed and stepped in unison into the tub. The water was extremely hot, so we had to ease ourselves down into it. We each twisted open a bottle and sipped in comfortable silence. It was the most relaxing moment we had shared in a long while. As I finished the last drop of liquid, a pleasant tingling had settled in my legs. I cracked open my second bottle and downed the fluid in a few big swigs. For some reason, my inhibitions had seemed to have left me. I wanted to pounce him, to take him hard right then and there. I planted my feet to the bottom of the tub and lunged at him. My world spun. I fell into him, bracing myself with my palms to his chest. It took me a moment to fully focus on his face. There was no way, with this mix of alcohol in my system and surrounding heat making me dizzy, that I was going to be able to play out my dirty little fantasy. Instead, my hand drifted to the wall of the tub and landed on a small, tightly wrapped bar of soap. I clumsily ripped at the paper for what seemed like forever. Once it was finally free, I touched the soap to Tyler’s skin, and I washed him. It was a surprisingly sensual experience. I never moved my eyes from his; I didn’t need to, I knew his body better than my own. I moved my hand along entirely by memory. I moved in small circles over his shoulders and chest. I dipped below the surface of the water to cleanse his stomach and hips. Even as I rubbed along his thighs, the back of my hand brushing his enlarging cock, it was a touch of intimacy and indulgence. I set the soap back on the ledge and dipped cupped hands into the water. I poured the liquid over his chest and ran my hands all over his body to rinse him. He pulled me into a long, stirring kiss. Our tongues snaked together, sending blood rushing to my head, and dizzying me all over again. I reluctantly pushed away. I put a hand on each side of him and slowly raised myself to standing. I took a deep breath before climbing carefully out onto the floor. I dried myself off and held a hand out to him. He joined me on the carpet and I grabbed another towel and began dabbing the water off of his upper body. I was feeling much more clear headed now, and could change positions more easily. I dropped to my knees to dry his pelvis, then down one leg and up the other. I stood once more and threw the towel behind him. I pressed my stomach to his, and raised myself to his ear. “Tell me what you want. Anything.”
He looked down at me, trying to process all the thoughts racing through his mind. He wet his lips and said simply, “Get on the bed.”
I crawled to the middle of the bed and started to roll over, when I heard his voice booming behind me. “No. Stay just like that, on your hands and knees.” I complied and waited for him to come to me. After a few moments, I peeked over my shoulder to see what was keeping him. He stood there, only staring. He studied the expanse of my body, his cock firm and ready, and his mind calculating his next moves. Finally, he climbed up behind me, with his knees between mine. His hands grasped me around my hips, coasted up to my ribcage and back down, coming to a rest on my raised round ass. They moved in small slow circles, spreading a warming sensation throughout me. His right hand stopped just long enough for me to miss its movement, then landed with a swift smack. I tensed at the contact, then relaxed as he resumed the slow circular massage of my muscle. I felt his left hand leave my body, and this time I was ready, eager for the slap. It landed heavily on me, stinging my cheek; then he soothed me once more with his touch. He spanked me again and again, alternating cheeks, and then alleviating the bite. The warmth within me had burst into flame. I moaned with pleasure, my face buried in the blanket, my ass hot and prickling. He stopped abruptly, and I whimpered in protest. I readjusted my stance, silently begging for more. It didn’t come.
Instead, I felt a brush of hair, then a hot wet presence on my drenched pussy. I looked down my torso to see the top of Tyler’s head nestled between my thighs. He ran his tongue along me, tasting my folds. “Mmm, baby you are so wet. My naughty girl liked her spanking, didn’t she?”
“God, yes. I love everything you do to me.” I had never been more turned on in my life. It was all I could do to speak.
“Yeah? So you like it when I do this?” He placed open lips against my clit and sucked in, grazing his teeth against it. The only way I could answer him was with another loud moan. “Oh, I think so. You want more, don’t you? Tell me you want more.” He was enjoying himself, playing another game. He knew how desperately I wanted his touch and was going to make me work for it.
I managed to squeak out a barely audible “more.” He huffed a laugh against me, his hot breath hitting my pussy, making me even wetter for him. He did reward me for my effort, though, with a single flick of his tongue against my nub.
“I’m sorry, love, I didn’t hear you. Was there something you wanted?”
I realized he was not going to give me anything else until I told him exactly what I wanted him to do to me. He had never teased me like this before. It was delightful, dirty and a little irritating. I didn’t want to wait any longer. I took a deep breath and divulged my thoughts. “What do I want? I want you to run your tongue over every inch of my pussy. Lick me, bite me, suck me until I’m dripping all over your face. Then I want you to get on your knees and put your huge cock inside me. Fuck me hard until I’m screaming your name.” Never had such vulgarities passed my lips. Especially that word. Saying it filled me with a strange feeling; half guilt, half power. It took me only a second to decide that I liked it. I could tell Tyler liked it, too. As I was speaking, his fingers dug deeply into the backs of my thighs, as if to restrain himself from attacking me. When I had finished, he answered only with a breathless “Yes.”
He pressed his lips to my opening and sucked hard while he dipped his tongue in and out of me. I was writhing above him, trying to get him deeper inside. He grabbed me up around my hips and forced them into a rocking movement as he moved his tongue to hold it flat against my clit. He held his head still while commanding my motions. I grinded against him, my face tipped upward, chanting his name. I quickened my pace and his fingers loosened. He knew I understood what he wanted me to do, and was letting me take
the pleasure for myself. A few more frantic rolls and I felt a powerful force building within me. I tried to raise my hips, to pull away so that the feeling would subside. I didn’t want it to end. He tightened his grip and drew me into him. Euphoria hit with such intensity that my spine straightened and I couldn’t keep screams from evading my lips. I felt my pussy throbbing against his tongue, and heard him moan with approval. He let go of my hips, letting them come to a stop at their own speed.
Before I could catch my breath, there was another tickle of hair against my sex, sending a shiver throughout me. I felt him position himself on his knees behind me as he placed his hands on my shoulders. He pressed down and bent me forward again, this time so that my back was slanted and my chest lay against the bed, my arms straight out in front of me. I felt his tip probe for my entrance, and then in one fluid thrust, he pushed his cock inside me as far as it would go. I gasped at the sudden feeling of fullness; I had him deeper than ever in this position. He pulled back so that he was barely inside me, and then buried himself to the hilt. He slid out again, and returned his hands to my shoulders. As he pushed inside me, he pulled my weight back into him. I loved the control he was taking over me, but felt like he was still restraining himself, worried that he might hurt me.
“Take me harder, Tyler. I want all you can give me.”
My request unleashed a wildness in him I had never experienced. His fingers pressed into my collarbone, and he tightened his cupped grip around my shoulders. He didn’t pull back on them, but used them as an anchor while he slammed himself into me. Each time he embedded his cock, his balls slapped against my clit, still sensitive from orgasm. Each contact sent an electric shock through me. I clawed at the covers beneath me and shouted his name.
“That’s right, baby, say my name. You like it rough don’t you?”
“Yes. Harder. Tyler, fuck me harder!” The word was coming easier now.
He consented, crashing into me with carnal force. For the first time I can remember, I was grateful for my stature. Any less of a woman surely would’ve snapped by now. But me, I could take all he was giving me, and I wanted more. I reached behind me and yanked out my ponytail holder, releasing golden locks around my neck.
“Pull my hair.” His right hand left my shoulder and tangled into my hair, giving a gentle tug. “Pull it!” He pulled harder at my instruction, generating a warm tingling at the base of my skull. A loud “yes” sprang from my lips, reassuring him. His left hand came to rest under his right, and I felt five sharp points on my skin. His fingers clawed a straight line down my spine to the swell of my ass, and then they were gone. Just as I was opening my mouth to tell him I wanted them back, to feel their glorious sting again, he returned them. Now, four fingertips gripped me just above my cheeks, and a wetted thumb was placed on my tightest entrance. I held a deep breath, forced my muscles to relax, and felt him push into me. His thumb quickly fell into rhythm with his hips, plunging deep inside me, filling me to my max. He had finally taken complete control over my body, stimulating every part of me. Rapture flooded through me. This was the feeling I had been craving. We had pushed our boundaries and were now basking in the rewards: pleasure, passion and glory.
I felt the now familiar pressure building inside me, and I rose to claim my moment. I propped myself up on my elbows and slammed my ass back onto him. He moaned loudly and arched his back, pounding even deeper within me, stretching me to my limit. His grip tightened in my hair as he leaned back, blanketing my scalp in a hot prickle. The wave of pleasure it gave me sent me hurdling over the edge a second time. My sensitivity was heightened, and the feeling was too much to handle. I lost all control, physically and emotionally. My muscles clenched around his pulsing cock and thumb. Screams ripped from my lungs, filling the room. Tears streamed down my face, my body unable to contain the utter bliss of the moment. I couldn’t support myself anymore. I melted into a trembling puddle on the bed. The thrill of seeing me this way sent Tyler into a whole new level of crazy.
His hands left their posts and wrapped around my stomach. He squeezed me up and towards him, my knees leaving the bed. My muscles were exhausted, so I was no help to him. He supported my weight in his unfailing arms, the adrenaline rushing through him making it an effortless lift. His hips bucked at a furious pace, crashing hard against my ass. His breath came in hot bursts against my back. He began chanting my name, first in a whisper, climbing steadily into screams. The sound washed over me and made my heart swell. I was making him feel this way. I was pushing him to the brink of sanity. Me. With a final call, he buried himself inside me and collapsed his upper body onto me. He came hard, filling me, overflowing me with his juices. While we tried to regain our strength, we lay there together, sticky, sweaty, and completely sated.
When we were finally able to move, he rolled me over to face him. His eyes filled with worry as they fell upon the wet streaks down my cheeks. “Oh, Shay, I hurt you. I was afraid I was going too hard. I’m so sorry…”
“No,” I said softly and with a gentle smile. “You were incredible. It was so good I couldn’t contain my emotions. They’re happy tears.”
His look softened and he wiped my face dry. “Well, that’s okay then. I just want to make you happy. I’m glad you liked it.”
“And you?”
“Absolutely. I swear, the things you do to me.” His eyes were twinkling, and he winked at me. “I think you damn near dehydrated me though.”
I laughed at him, rolling my eyes. “You did not just say that.”
“What? I’m serious. I’m gonna get some water. You want some?”
“Sure, sounds good.” He stood up and faced the other room. I couldn’t help smacking his butt as he was walking away. He stopped, shook it at me, and went about his way. I laughed again, then crawled up the bed to lay my head on my pillow. Suddenly I was very tired.
I woke up in the middle of the night, my brain buzzing. The memories of the last few weeks were flooding my mind. I couldn’t believe it had been such a short amount of time since that conversation in the laundry room. We were different people now. We had branched out and realized what we had been missing out on all those years together, and I knew we would never look back. We had discovered we were capable of bringing each other to amazing, mind-blowing heights of pleasure. And I knew this was only the beginning. We had a lifetime of discovery ahead of us. Things had become so incredible in just the past three weeks. What would it be like in the next weeks? Months? Years? I couldn’t wait to find out.
