by Bebe Wilde
“When did you start masturbating?” he asked, interrupting my thoughts. “Huh?”
I couldn’t answer. I started to say something but I was tingling too much. He noticed this and stopped talking, then pulled me over to him. He grabbed a breast and then bent to bite at the nipple through my shirt.
As he did that, I wanted it off and I wanted his mouth on my nipple, biting and eating at it. I leaned back a little and pulled the shirt off, along with my bra, and then he just dove in, grabbing my breasts and eating at them. Ahhh…that felt so good. I opened my legs and he got between them, settling himself in and his cock, while not quite hard yet, was going to get there soon. He kissed me then, hard and long, sucking at my lips and biting at them as his fingers squeezed my nipples. I moaned with pleasure and satisfaction, loving what he was doing to me and wanting more.
He moved down to my neck and licked and sucked at it before going to my breasts. There he stopped and really worked them over, squeezing them with his hands before sucking the nipples. He lifted them up and kissed and licked under them, then his mouth went lower to my belly and then to my pussy where he paused and breathed it in. I ached to have his mouth there, wanting it so bad I thrust my pussy in his face, inviting him in. He went with it and dove in, licking every single dripping wet and horny inch of it, sucking at it as he licked, fingering it as he licked and nibbling at it before he slipped a finger into my ass. Oh, fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck! I couldn’t take it. It felt so good, I literally exploded with orgasm, humping his face until I was totally and utterly spent.
Once I was done, he made his way back up my body and I felt his cock, once again hard and ready to fill me. He teased me a little before pushing it in and once it was in, I moaned with pleasure. Now, this was what I’d been missing all along, this feeling of being completely filled.
Before he started fucking me, he kissed my lips slightly and said, “I love this. Do you love it? Do you love getting fucked?”
“I love it,” I moaned and grabbed his face, kissing him as he fucked me. “I love it, I love it, I love it!”
“Mmm…” he moaned and really began to fuck me.
I let him ride me for a moment before I joined in, fucking him as he fucked me, squeezing his hard cock into me as he fucked me and rode it out. It wasn’t long before we were both coming and we were coming hard. We were fucking so hard, the bed was rocking. It’s like we couldn’t get enough of each other. Then, at the same time, we came, grabbing each other and holding tight.
It took us a few minutes to get our breath back. Once we did, I blurted out, “I didn’t want you to think I was a slut.”
His mouth fell open. So did mine. Oops. Oh, God, where did that come from? I blushed with embarrassment and wanted to run away.
“Enjoying sex does not mean you’re a slut,” he said, turning to stare at me. “Besides, why would I think you’re a slut?”
“I don’t know,” I said. “I don’t know where it comes from. It’s just there; it’s like it’ll never leave. This feeling, I mean. I think I’m just afraid you’re going to leave me.”
“What?” he asked.
I stared at him and then realized where it all came from. As soon as we started dating, all the women at work kept telling me that he’d get bored quickly, that a man like Eric always kept his options open. Oh, my God! That’s why I’d been so insecure. They had been feeding me this line of bullshit and I’d bought into it. They’d been undermining me and my relationship. Sure, I’d always been a little inhibited when it came to sex, but having this gorgeous man had made me even more inhibited. It’s like I was afraid to let go and just have fun. I was afraid if he knew what I was really like he would leave. All because of a stupid fear jealous other women had implanted in my brain, making me feel like I didn’t deserve a great guy like Eric. Of course I deserved him! Why wouldn’t I?
I shook my head and said, “Nothing. I’ve been stupid, okay? I didn’t want to give you myself because I was afraid you’d just use me and then leave. Sorry. I should have trusted you.”
“Damn right you should have,” he said and smiled. “You’ve cheated us both out a lot of sex. Don’t do that again.”
I smiled at him, loving the fact that he was so understanding and then I wrapped my arms around his neck and gave him a big kiss, loving the feeling of his lips on mine.
“Nothing is perfect,” he said, pulling back to stare into my eyes. “Don’t try to make it perfect. This is us; this is our lives and it doesn’t belong to anyone else. Don’t let other people interfere in our lives and fuck with them. Okay?”
He was right. I nodded and he started kissing me again, his body tense with passion. He was right. Maybe it wasn’t perfect, but it was our life. And it was our story, our sex story.
He pulled back and jerked his head to the side. “So, you want to play with your vibrator?”
I couldn’t help but grin. That was the best idea I’d heard all day. “Or maybe,” I said, grabbed it, then held it out to him. “We can play with it together.”
He took it without question.
