“A good hurt.” She surprised me leaning back into me. There’s my brave girl and I pressed forward slowly and retreat slightly. My hands massaged the soft skin of her flanks encouraging her.
“Better?”
“Don’t stop.” Once I’m in partially and have traction to move a little my hands wander her body caressing her, calming her. My fingers resume playing with her clit and one finger enters her slowly.
Winnie moved, attempting to get closer to me rocking on her heels and stretching out her lovely back.
“Good girl.” I praised s
toking her. I give her what she needs as I finally bottom out inside her ass and my balls slap her clit from below.
“Oh Chase.” Her moan echoed in the bedroom and I moved more meeting her thrust for thrust. Every part of her was in sync with me squeezing and begging for more.
“Winnie, I’m going to come.” Grunting I’m there already pulsing, my eyes feeling a dark haze come over my vision.
“I’m coming.” She shouted back and I let go jetting inside the condom and stroking her orgasm out.
We rolled to the side on the bed and I hold her spooning still inside her feeling every little twitch of her body out of breath with mine.
“That was…” Her voice trailed off a little sleepy sounding.
“Awesome?” I cued her.
“I was going to say not half bad.” She mumbled into the pillow and I tickled her ribs.
“Not half bad?” I growled nipping at her.
“Sorry, I’m a terrible loser.”
“Well, then, I guess we’ll have to try that again.” I tell her kissing away further protests.
Not half bad she says…
Women.
Pfft.
24
Winnie
I might be addicted to butt sex, but damn if I’ll ever admit that to Chase. He’s spooning me and I’m too exhausted to care about how sticky weird I feel because I’m floating in a blissful state of post sexual happiness. It was better than ice cream, shoe shopping and the theater on Broadway wrapped into one. Okay, maybe it wasn’t totally all those things, I mean seeing the original cast of Evan Hansen on Broadway was exceptional, but my irrational fears aside it really was good sex. I might have to look up the equivalent for guys because I honestly think straight guys might be missing out on something here.
“Let me take care of this.” Chase eased out from under me and slipped inside the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He came back with a towel and starts peeling my legs apart.
“Hey, hey, hey!” I tried slapping his hands away but he’s bigger, stronger, and apparently bossier now that we’ve done this his way. I think I mistakenly unleashed a dominant freak. He holds my wrists firmly and goes about his business. He’s become some kind of alpha-dog but if he tries urinating next to mark his territory I’ll punch him.
“Want me to check and make sure nothing is broken?” He’s laughing, but I’m too relaxed from the orgasm to care.
“I feel like you’re making fun of me but I’m not sure I have the energy to do anything about it.” Not only am I sated but I’m grumpy too. Chase applied the towel down below and cleans up the lube and everything else. Soft and warm, he gently washes away any mess. It does feel better but I don’t tell him that either.
He’s already gotten that wicked smirk on his face thinking he’s right about this. I hate when he’s right about things because I can’t find a single valid argument back. He’s completely at ease in the caretaker role and I love that about him–wait, what? Oh god, I’ve spilled the L word. Inside my head and after the happiest satisfying sex ever. I’m shocked and panicked that I nearly miss what he says next.
“I would never make fun of my beautiful girlfriend and her fine ass.” He caresses my butt squeezing it and petting me. My stomach grumbled and I realize we’ve been in bed for a while without any snacks to keep my hangries at bay.
“Uh huh. I think I deserve a meal out of this. Maybe a movie, but definitely a meal.” I have to push aside anymore thoughts about love because I don’t know what this is that we have going on right here, right now.
“Well, then get dressed.” He rolled me over spanking my ass and I rubbed the spot giving him my evil eye.