It starts as it always does, with my hormones driving me crazy and turning me into a moody, murderous bitch. Something small, insignificant really, sets me off and I round on you, irritable and snappish, going off into the deep end almost immediately, my voice rising in volume and pitch till I’m screaming at you, your face an unreadable mask of calm that for some reason aggravates me even more. I needle you, looking for a reaction, pushing for it, but you only reply to my questions with short, to-the-point answers that bring angry tears to my eyes. I want to hit you, to hurt you so that the ineffable calm of your visage is wiped away, and with that in mind, I move towards you, some form of violence at the forefront of my thoughts. But before I can raise my hand, you flip me around and grab me in a bear hug, pinning my arms to my sides even as I struggle and curse you in frustration. Your voice is in my ear, saying, "hey, hey, hey, calm down, there’s no need to do this." My freer hand beats against your side ineffectually and I grow increasingly violent until you have to let go of me. I turn around immediately, asking you, "who the fuck you think you are? And how dare you treat me like that?" Before I know it, I’ve burst into tears, my helplessness at their arrival making it all somehow worse.
You don’t answer, simply gather me in your arms and hold me tight to you. I still struggle, not sure why, but wanting to struggle anyway. I am still crying, my cheeks wet with tears, mouth twisted in that strange way that mouths do when people cry, and I feel like I’m heartbroken. You repeat the words again, softer this time, "hey, hey, hey. Calm down. Come on." I try to, but before I know it I’ve been taken over by another heaving sob, and your lips are pressed against mine even through the salty rivers of tears running down my cheeks and most certainly flavouring my lips. I breathe you in like I’m gasping for air, half-sobs catching in my throat as you drown them out with your kiss. I need this. I need it hard and raw and deep, like I’ve never needed it before. My hands reach behind your head and slip through your hair, settling at the nape of your neck, pulling you deeper into the kiss. Your left arm is still wrapped around me, your right hand tangled in my hair, and you guide us to the couch, laying me down very slowly onto it. You settle in above me and start to kiss me again, moving away from my mouth to slowly kiss up all my tears, from my eyes to my nose to the little drop on my chin. I blink at the feel of your tongue on my cheek as it tastes my tears, wanting you close, never far away. You pause for a moment to look into my still-confused, slightly teary eyes, and you say, low and clear, “I love you. Please don’t cry.”And as you come back to kiss me again, this time there is a heat to the feel of your salty tongue on mine that is unmistakable.
I can feel your body hard against mine, and I scoot a little so that it moulds to my curves, wanting to be in contact with as much of you as possible. Clothes are starting to feel like a hindrance, but just as I’m contemplating reaching down to pull off my top, your lips find my neck, a few inches below my ear, and I forget everything. Your lips are gentle, your tongue soft and warm and wet, and I melt under your touch. I squirm against you, my breath catching in my throat, and you shift a little so that I can feel your hardening cock against my thigh. I love that feeling, and grind against it, so that you know that I’ve noticed. Your head cocks slightly as I do this, your body stilled, enjoying the sensation.
We are both in a hurry now – me, because I just want to be fucked into oblivion so that I can give my raging hormones an outlet, and you because...well, you want me and you want me now. My top is pulled up over my breasts, and while your mouth dips to my nipples and you roll around them with your hot tongue, I quickly tug it off and out of the way, thanking my stars that I’m not wearing a bra. You are soon kneeling over me, one hand fiddling at the fly of my jeans, trying to undo the button. I help you with it and we slide it down so that you can slip your hand down, under the elastic waistband of my panties, to stroke my pussy lips. There is a fierce ache in my loins and I need to put the fire out as soon as possible, but your light strokes are causing all coherent thought to flee my mind. I moan, at which your head snaps back up, regarding my half-closed eyes with a wicked grin, and I find that I am moaning into your mouth, which has covered mine with furious intent. I can still taste my tears on your tongue. Your fingers are still stroking, stroking, stroking my pussy lips, gathering all the wetness there and slowly spreading it upwards so that you will have enough to stroke my clit with.
I want to spread my legs wide for you as you do this, so I push you off and tug my jeans and underwear off in one hurried tangle, lying back down with one leg hooked over the back of the sofa, watching you as you take your t-shirt off – my eyes drinking in the sight of your muscled chest and arms and your smooth stomach – and then home in on my pussy. You settle with your face hovering just above it, leaning on one arm while you resume stroking my pussy lips with the fingers of the other hand – long, languid strokes that are sending shivers down my spine and making me squirm. You’re teasing me mercilessly and I almost want to weep again from the helplessness, but I stop as I feel your finger drifting further and further upward till it stops just short of my clit. You hold it there and I can feel you looking at me, and I know you’re waiting for me to make the next move. Almost like a marionette on strings, my hips roll, and my pelvis rises slowly towards your waiting finger, and I shudder as my slick clit meets your slicker digit, just the fleetest touch before you move your finger again and press down on my belly to make sure I don’t buck again...yet.
I hold still in anticipation of what you will do next, neither wanting to look away nor to see what’s coming. My eyelids flutter closed just as you slide two fingers up my lips to either side of my clit, grazing it from both sides and rolling it gently between them. The feeling is delicious, and the sudden thought of your tongue on my clit makes me jump. You notice, and raise an eyebrow at me as I suddenly open my eyes and look straight into yours. You want to know what I want. I murmur, softly, “lick my clit”. You pretend that you can’t hear me, cocking your head with one ear towards me, forcing me to say it louder. “Lick my clit...please,” I groan, the last word punctuated by the slick feeling of your two fingers rubbing against my clit with increased pressure.
This time, you acknowledge that you’ve heard me, and you bend your head low to my pussy, first kissing my mound as you continue to stroke my pussy and clit with your fingers before finally making your way down to my slick folds. The feel of your hot breath on my pussy is already driving me crazy, and my eyes beg you not to tease me any more. Your eyes lock on mine as you finally start to lick my clit, lightly at first, then harder, your tongue soft and warm. My one hand grips the sofa, the other grabs the back of your head and urges you on. I start to buck into your mouth in time to your licks, my face scrunching up from the feeling. You lick my pussy up and down, in long, deliberate strokes, your tongue like velvet and heat. Then you stiffen your tongue and start to tongue-fuck me, making me suddenly greedy for your hard cock filling me up, stretching me, taking me. Me pussy is very wet now. I gasp, my hand still at the back of your head – “fuck me. Please fuck me.” My back is arched from the pleasure of your mouth on my pussy and your tongue inside me, and it only relaxes when you rise, licking your lips and grinning at my need.
You get up off the couch now and unbuckle your belt. I reach up to help you – I can’t have it off soon enough – and then practically rip your jeans off you in my hurry to have you in me. Your stiff cock is soon waving in front of my face, and I take it in my mouth almost my instinct, my hunger now for cock in my mouth, in my pussy – anywhere. You let me lick and slurp at it like a particularly fast-melting ice-cream cone for a little while, your head thrown back and your hand guiding my head, before gently pushing me back. My mouth releases it with a soft pop, and I look up at you, wondering how you’ll want it.
You sit down on the couch, hips nearly at the edge, and pull me over to you, kissing me as you lower me into your lap, slowly impaling me on your cock. I pull my head back as your mouth finds my nipples, focusing on the feeling of fullness and heat as I take all of you in me, bit by bit. I like lowering myself onto you slowly, but you always grow a tad bit impatient towards the end, and thrust the last inch deep into me. I groan. I want to stay like this, savouring how stretched and perfect I feel, but you have other plans. I have my hands on your shoulders, clasped behind your neck, and you place your hands on my waist, beginning to rock me back and forth on your cock with slow, then faster movements. I have love handles which I am often insecure about, but in moments like these they are perfect for you to grip onto, and you are rocking me harder and faster now. I start slipping up and down on your cock, further and further each time till it is almost all the way out on the upswing and I slam down onto it on the way back. I have my eyes closed, my mouth open, and my breathing is ragged. Every so often I look down to see you looking up at me, your eyes a little glazed, your lips full and begging to be ravaged, and I bend to do just that. I suck on your lips as I fuck your cock, and in the midst of this charged soul-fucking, I forget my tears and I forget my anger. I just want to feel you in me, in this way, forever.
