Him while pinching my nipple: I think we should get this off so I can get at those. (This and those being my top and nipples of course)
Now I’ll never admit how much I adore his pinching - it hurts like a bitch and I love it, but he’s not allowed to know that, I put up much resistance to his pinching and biting normally but today that top was off in seconds and I was sitting astride him my lips on his, rotating my hips as he pinched my nipples between his fingers causing alternate moans of pleasure and pain. I could feel the Bloke’s erection beneath me and lets just say it wasn’t rainwater that was making my thong wet so I pushed him backwards from me and made my way between his legs. This was met with a grin and an extra hard pinch (I hated that of course…mmm). I unzipped his jeans and pulled his fully erect cock out in front of my face, sitting back on my heels I looked the Bloke straight in the eyes and licked the head like a big, throbbing lollypop before taking him in my mouth and sucking him in long, deep strokes.
Both me and the Bloke Indoors love oral and I would have happily stayed there for some time but we hadn’t seen each other for three weeks and we were desperate for each other. He lifted me by my shoulders and placed me on the bed, taking my jeans off of me so quickly I barely noticed. I had a white broderie thong on with a cute pink bow and we’ll just say that the Bloke Indoors liked it; he gently touched me through it before taking it off and laying between my legs, teasing me with the feel of him so close to entering me but not.
Then as we kissed he moved himself inside me slowly and all thought left my mind, our bodies moved in time with one-another gradually getting faster and more intense, I couldn’t help but let out gasps and moans of delight at feeling him inside me again. My legs gripped his sides as he got deeper and deeper inside me, his body rubbing my clit at the same time, it wasn’t long before my nails were gripping into his shoulders as my body clenched and I came for the first time that day.
I lose all sense of time and space during sex and although I remember my Bloke Indoors whispering something in my ear about turning me over and taking me from behind I don’t remember how actually got there.
But it felt good.
My Bloke Indoors placed his hands on my hips and pulled me back onto him, digging his own nails into the flesh of my arse cheeks now as I pushed back on him, feeling another orgasm welling up inside of me. Then he pulled out – I could have cried, but when he reached for the lube I knew what he was going to do and although we’ve done it before the thought always makes me squirm. As he squirted some of it on my arse I reached behind me, my hand closing around his cock, keeping the pace we’d just left behind as he introduced his thumb to my lubed behind.
Me: Maybe we should leave that and I should just get on top of you and fuck your brains out?
He gave be a sharp slap on the arse and replied: You can do that later Babes, right now it’s going up your arse.
Me: And if it hurts?
Him: You’ll enjoy it.
Me: Mmm OK.
And I did.