Make me
Make me ask
‘Remember we talked about you getting more used to telling me what you want, right?’
‘Ah not now babe, come here, let’s just carry on as we are’ I murmur, leaning back to look him right in the eye. I bring his hand to my breast and snuggle into his neck. ‘You know just what I like anyway, don’t complicate things ‘
Sam pushes me away firmly, while smiling. ‘Nope, you coward. You’re a sexy funny coward and I love you dearly but for fucks sake woman, where’s your bollocks ‘
‘Who says romance is dead eh‘ I mutter into the pillow.
‘I mean it. Today. Now. You’re going to let me in to that mind of yours. That narration you do in your head while I’m fucking you, those words you’re pretending I’m saying. I want you to tell me. All of it. We start now ‘
I throw my arm over my face and cringe. I know that pretending he can’t see me, because I can’t see him doesn’t actually work but I get some comfort from kidding myself. I partly feel irritated by his bossy tone but I’m also aware of the low hum it is triggering in my vagina. I feel oddly prickly on the inside.
His tone becomes gentler, encouraging. He’s still mocking me kindly, but I know he means it. ‘Come on, it’s just you and me. I want to hear it, you know. I want to know what turns you on, what floats your boat. I love how you squirm and get embarrassed as if you’re shy... But I know you’re not shy you’re just too prim to say it all out loud’
I hate this. I hate that being forced to do it is kind of exciting. Forced isn’t accurate, I know I can decline if I really want to, it’s all part of it. The being pushed to own my thoughts and desires and to find the words to express them, share them, confess them.
I feel his eyes on me and I know we both know there’s goosebumps on my upper body and my nipples have betrayed me already by turning into granite like nubs.
Fuck
He just waits quietly. Knowing I must get there in my own time. I watch him watching his own hand stroking my shoulder and there’s nothing but desire in his eyes.
‘No promises, but I’ll give it a go.’ Its so quiet I hope he didn’t hear but I know he did. I find his hand and give it a little squeeze of ‘thanks and wish me luck’
He kneads my thigh and his beard swipes firmly against my neck and I shiver. I’m nervous, but not scared. It’s anticipation rather than fear.
We kiss softly at first, and the underlying hunger quickly increases until all I can hear is my own breathing and the absence of his hands on my body where I need them most. I wrap my hand over his and grasp firmly over my breast and I see his shake his head and smirk.
‘Please touch me here’
‘I am touching you?’ He teases me.
A deep breath and I feel my face is on fire with embarrassment.
‘Squeeze them hard. I want you to dig your fingers in. Pull them, crush them. Pat them’
Pat? He’s way too close to laughing.
‘Not pat.’ I’m scrunching my eyes closed now. This is almost torture. ‘Not pat. Slap them. I need it to feel sharp. Mark me ‘
My voice is so jittery but it’s too late now.
He’s wedged tightly against me; I feel how hard he is against my lower back, and I feel relieved this is turning him on too. His mouth kisses every part he can reach so affectionately while his hand pulls my skin taut, finishing each pull with a harsh tweak of my nipple that makes me gasp. I watch his hands swat my breasts with such force it’s like I’m watching it on a screen. I feel weirdly detached but my vulva is getting warmer and more tingly every second. I wriggle a little, suddenly aware of how wet I am, and it doesn’t go unnoticed.
‘Are you getting wet for me because I’m slapping your tits like a dirty little slut?’
I nod. He ignores it. His hand turns my jaw to face him. ‘I said, are you getting wet for me’ and he reaches down to skim over my lips, bringing his soaked finger straight into my mouth. I’m shocked yet I expected it. Its so visceral, to taste myself like this. Not unpleasant, slightly tangy, but it’s the idea of it that gets me, not the taste. That he does this and I let him.
He drags his finger out again before sliding in two fingers to immediately replace it. Curving them to push down the back of my tongue and I groan instinctively around them. I grab his wrist and shake my head .
Not because I hate it, I don’t. But I need his fingers out. I need him in there instead. I need his cock not his fingers and I resign myself to the fact he will make me ask. Plead, even.
I guide his arm away. ‘Do you want to suck my dick, eh,’ he mumbles as his fingernails graze my scalp.
‘I want... No. I need you to fuck my mouth.’
A slow steady smile creeps across his face. ‘Well done, you did it’ I hear him whisper. ’That’s my good girl, come here’
He knows I fucking hate that. Such a cliché. I hate even more that we both know I hate it but it turns me on anyway. My cunt is a traitor and she’s so slick that we hear it as we shift around and he kneels next to my face, just how I adore. He cradles my face and I feel self conscious for a second when I realise he’s admiring me. His thumb rubs my cheekbone, and his thighs are warm and the heat of his body is enveloping me. He strokes his hard cock right against my chin, my jaw before leaning over to plunge himself home. Where he belongs. So hard and so delicate all at once and its impossible to tell who’s happy sigh was louder.
‘That’s better, isn’t it.’ That mocking tone again, the bastard. His hand drapes over my pubic mound. Not moving yet, just cupping me with intent.
I give in. I push his hand lower, and I hear his low rumbling chuckle as he strokes and slides around before pulling back to shove my thighs wide apart and I feel so exposed. He cups me again then it’s just empty cool air. I look up at him and he gives me the tiniest nod and his open palm lands sharply on my wet open pussy. I start to cry out and he leaps at the chance to push further into my throat
He’s muttering away above me about what a wet slut I look, and he thrusts three fingers inside with each shove of his thick cock, careful to only make me struggle for a second or two each time. I sound like I’m almost sobbing but I feel complete. High. Exhilarated.
