Bedroom Potential

by Bebe Wilde

  “What do you want to do to me?” I asked.

  “I want to fuck you,” he said. “I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long now.”

  “Tonight might be your lucky night,” I said, smiling at him, loving to play this role. “But first, I need something from you.”

  He nodded and got down between my legs. “Is this what you want?”

  “Is that what you want to give me?” I asked.

  “Hell yeah, I do,” he said and started to dive right in.

  “Take it easy, cowboy,” I said and grabbed his hands and stroked by inner thighs with them. “Warm me up a little bit first. Like you did last time, remember? Remember how you kissed me?”

  He kissed me, grabbing onto the back of my head and just taking my mouth with his. I moaned with pleasure and kissed him back, starting to feel that good ache between my legs as my entire body began to get heated up.

  “You can do more, you know,” I said softly.

  He nodded and took my cue and did just that, running his hands up and down my inner thighs, then down to my calves. Then he pushed my skirt up even more and grabbed onto my panties and pulled them off. He saw all of me, every single inch. He liked what he saw and he wanted to touch. And touch he did. His eyebrows shot up once he made contact as I was already wet. He liked that and stared up at me, smiling slightly. I bit my bottom lip and stared back, then he began to gently stroke me. It felt good. I stared at him as he did this, surprised that he was doing so well. He found my clit and stroked it a little before he gave me one long lick up and down my pussy. I shuddered with how good that felt and gasped a little, too.

  “That’s it,” I moaned and grabbed onto his hair, using it to pull him in closer to me down there. “Just relax your tongue and lick me like an ice cream cone. Suck at it. Lick at it. Don’t stop!”

  He did just that, licking me like an ice cream cone, a delicious ice cream cone, up and down and up and down turning me on even more until I began to grind against his face. He pulled back and pushed one finger deep into me. I shuddered as he did that and then he licked at my clit, stroked it with his tongue and then sucked at it until I came very, very vocally.

  “Oh, fuck, oh yes, oh fucckkkkkk! Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!”

  He didn’t until I was spent. Then he kissed his way up to me and pressed his lips, which smelled of me, against mine. We kissed and kissed and couldn’t stop kissing. He wrapped his arms around me and then I wrapped my legs around his waist and he carried me into his bedroom. I don’t think I had ever been so excited to get laid as I was then. He was ready to show me what he could do. And I was ready to see for myself.

  First of all, he undressed me slowly, taking his time. And once I was naked, he stood back and took my body in, running his hands along it, stopping ever so often to squeeze or gently grab or to bend in and kiss. He took his time and gave me some worship, which was such a turn on I was almost beside myself.

  He paused and got up off the bed and began to take his clothes off. As he did so, he said, “I am going to fuck you now. I’ve been wanting this for a long time. If I do anything wrong, tell me because I want to give it to you good and I want you to come again.”

  Wow. That was sexy. I wondered where all that came from, but then I remembered I’d told him about using his imagination. Maybe that’s all it had taken for him to cross that line. Whatever, it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that he was turning me on.

  Once he was undressed, I opened my arms and invited him in. He fell down on top of me and we began to make love. But suddenly, he began to lose it and fall back into his old patterns. He began to get too excited, too eager to please. He began to grab and grope at everything. He was letting his lust take over when his mind should have been doing the job.

  “Brent,” I whispered. “Take a pause. You’re doing too much. You don’t have to do everything at the same time. It’s annoying as fuck. Just take your time and fuck me good. That’s all you have to do. Just focus on the fucking. Don’t overcomplicate it. You know you can do this. Just fuck me and I will fuck you back.”

  He got the point and did as he was told but I thought a little more instruction, which was mostly an excuse for dirty talk, couldn’t hurt.

  I said, “Tell me how much you want to fuck me now.”

  “More than anything,” he moaned and licked and kissed and sucked at my throat. “I want to get in there and do it. I want to do it now!”

  “Tell me what you want to do to me,” I whispered and nibbled at his ear.

  “I want to fuck you hard with my cock,” he said. I felt his cock sliding up and down the length of my pussy, trying to get in. I moved against it, like it was a vibrator, teasing him as I did so.

  “Let me put it in,” he said. “Oh, baby, please, let me put it in. It’s killing me not fucking you.”

  I kept at it until he was almost mad with lust for me.

  “Please,” he moaned.

  I let him put it in. He got it in and once it was in, we both moaned loudly with pleasure. Our connection was so strong, it just felt right. It was that good.

  I licked at his ear then whispered, “Okay, fuck me. Fuck me hard and fuck me good.”

  And then he did. He began to fuck me. He really got into it and started to slam against me, fucking me harder than I’d expected. It felt good, but I needed him to slow down if I was going to get mine and have another orgasm. I knew he would come too quickly if he kept going at his current pace.

  “Take your time,” I said. “Slow down and let me get some.”

  He slowed down and I began to grind against him, moving this way and that, getting as much as I could out of it. He bent down and began to eat at my breasts, sucking a nipple into his mouth.

  “Nibble at it,” I said and felt a wave of pure passion come over me. He began to nibble at my nipple. “Oh, like that!”

  He kept at it, then he pulled back and began to pump into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him take over. He was doing it, he was crossing that line, and he was metamorphosing right in front of my eyes. He was getting better; he was getting good, letting his senses take over and letting his body do the work. He was controlling himself and learning to really make love. It was just us, a man and a woman, two people having some really hot sex. It was too much, too much of a turn on for me at that moment and I had everything I needed to explode with orgasm and so I came then and came hard, a loud moan coming out of my mouth as I did so. He was there, right there behind me, fucking me, doing his thing and coming, too. Coming hard and coming inside of me. He moaned as he came and I grabbed his head and pushed his lips to mine and we kissed as he came and once it was over, he fell down on top of me, breathing heavily. I was breathing heavily, too. That was a little intense.

  We lay like that for a while, then he kissed me again, licking at my lips until I almost couldn’t stand it anymore. I was in overload. It was the best feeling ever. I was almost ready to go again, but I knew he’d need a little time before he would be ready.

  We lay in silence for a moment, then he moved away, propping himself up on one elbow and staring at me.

  “I think I might like you,” he said. “I would use the real ‘L’ word, but that might scare you away.”

  I felt my whole body go warm at his words. Then I laughed and had to said, “I think I might like you, too.”

  He grinned. “I am going to make you so happy.”

  I grinned back. After that, there was no doubt in my mind that he would. I hugged him tightly to me and said, “I will make sure of that.”

 

 

 
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