Getting Her Back

When we were together he was like this too, strong and unyielding in bed. Even when his single goal was to pleasure me, he always liked to make me beg. Not this time.

He slows down his rhythm, licking me gently, almost casually. My orgasm pulls back, and I feel spent even though I didn’t come. “You’re infuriating,” I say.

“You know what I’m waiting for,” he says. The vibration of his voice on my skin nearly drives me mad.

“I am not going to beg you.”

“Why not? I’m doing you a favor.”

I lean upon my elbows. “I said no oral and you’re doing it anyway. Because you think it will help. Now I’m supposed to beg you for my orgasm?”

He grins, sucking my clit between his lips and pulling, the visual making me grow wet under his tongue. “I’ll make you a deal,” he says. “You can beg me for your orgasm now, and whenever my tongue is in your pussy, or you can thank me for every orgasm I give you. And believe me, I intend on giving you a lot.”

Red rushes to my face and I collapse back on the bed. A rush of embarrassment and pure arousal floods my system. There’s a reason he’s doing this. He knows that I like that tiny touch of dominance, that it makes it better for me. He also knows that I’m in no position to refuse, unless I want to go fuck a stranger. Particularly with his mouth on me, that situation is seeming less and less appealing. “Please,” I say softly.

“What was that?”

“Please, Christian, make me come.”

His dark chuckle shivers across my skin and I get goosebumps. “Your wish is my command.”

Sealing his mouth over my clit again he sucks hard using his tongue to tease me steadily until I’m back on the edge. I’m so close, and I don’t want him to stop again, so I beg. “Please make me come. Please, please, please.” My words become more strangled and desperate the closer I get to climax, and suddenly it’s right there.

He grazes my clit with his teeth and the world turns white. I can’t see, I can’t breathe, and floating in a world of pleasure that I’ve never known before. It’s icy, and scorching, and it doesn’t feel like it will ever end. Even in this place I can still feel his mouth on me, slow, steady licks drawing me down through the pleasure and back to earth where my body is shaking.

I come back to myself with a gasp, and Christian gives my clit one final suck before pulling away. The smug look on his face makes me want to slap him, but given how hard I just came I can’t really blame him.

“I’d say you’re ready now.”

“Ready for what?”

“To be fucked.” He climbs up my body again so is cock is resting between my legs. For a split second I wonder if he’s going to put a condom on, and then I realize that’s probably the stupidest thought I’ve ever had.

He doesn’t wait, he fits himself against my entrance and pushes in slowly, smoothly. Oh God. Christian has always been big, and I’ve never been with anyone as big as him. I’d forgotten what it felt like, the way he stretches me open.

It’s a good thing he warmed me up, because I’m not sure I would have been able to fit him otherwise. He slides in, and in, and in, until I’m suddenly reminded of this full feeling. The way every part of me is so full of him that I feel complete.

I open my eyes, and look up at him. He’s looking down at me, and I can see in his eyes that he’s feels the same memories, the same conflicted pleasure. I love this. I’ll never get enough, and even though we both agreed, this is more complicated than either of us are willing to admit.

I can’t open my mouth. If I start to talk everything that I’m thinking will come pouring out, and this is not the right time. Instead, I squeeze down on him with my pussy, letting him know that I’m ready.

And then he starts to fuck me. Slow at first, easing in and out getting my body used to his size again after three years. But God, it feels so good. The friction of his skin on my skin, the depth he’s able to reach inside me, the way he rolls his hips so every thrust catches my clit again, everything merges, making me ready to come almost immediately.

Faster, and even faster he presses into me, grunting with arousal and effort. I’m so far gone, only able to breathe, and barely that. I lift up my legs and wrap them around his waist, allowing him even deeper. He’s the only one that’s ever been able to reach that spot at the back of my vagina, the one that makes me see sparks and fireworks and scream his name over and over again. He touches it now, and my body’s already sensitive enough that it feels like a sunburst cascading across my skin.