A different kind of sex.

As we lie there after S___ came the first time I cant keep my hands off of him. My hand plays with his penis, half hard from being worked so hard only moments ago. I take it in my hand, I massage his balls, I let my hands wander over his body as they should have that morning.

I want him so badly, I want him to fill me, I want him in so many ways, but right now I cant. I ache. Now I move S___ I bring his mouth to mine and kiss him deeply, his hands move over my back, my shoulders, my ass. They feel incredible. I want more. S___ is kissing me on the neck when I move him down and place my nipple in his mouth. He is kissing, licking and sucking, my nipples are so sensitive, I feel as if I might burst. He moves to the other one, it is hard as a rock, jutting out for the same attention. S___ draws it into his mouth sucking hard, I cup my breast in my hand and help him, I cant get enough, he is sucking with relish. All the while I have brought his cock to full hardness again. It feels so smooth, so hard and long, I want to feel it all over me. I rub it against my thighs, my belly, keeping it hard in my hands, feeling it swell more each minute. S___ has gone back to the other nipple, he is voracious, and I oblige, he sucks harder, drawing more of my breast into his mouth, my nipples are sore from all of the attention but I dont want him to stop. I moan as I tell him to get on top of me, I want to feel his cock. S___ straddles me and rubs his cock on my breasts, I stretch o take the tip in my mouth as he pushes my breasts together and fucks them. My nipples still throb as he plays with them while sliding in between. I lick the tip when it comes close, tasting the cum from just before.

S___ lies back and I crawl up, placing my aching nipples in his mouth again I groan as he pulls each one in turn. Climbing back down I brush them against his body until I am at his cock again and he is fucking my breasts again. I know he needs more, so I begin to suck him again, this time it’s not about force, it’s about me wanting him to cum, wanting to feel release through him. I alternate between sucking and stroking when he takes over, holding my head at the base of his cock, I want to feel his cum but at the last minute I change my mind and take him into my mouth as he lets go, taking every drop down. I want his cum to fill me, and this is the way it can.

Tonight though, tonight may be different. My nipples are still hard, still sore, but crave more attention, and the mix of being dominated and punished, and gently touched and sucked leaves me wanting both, wanting the orders, wanting to be controlled but in a gentle way.  Tied up in silk instead of twine you might say, then my body is a playground for him to cum on.