Falling in love with Mary – 02

Lazily at first, enjoying every slow moving moment, I trailed my tongue up and down the length of your flesh, I kissed and tasted and sucked your lips, your need, your want. But “lazily” wasn’t enough, and “slowly” was driving me mad. My body began to shudder with the need to take you, to fuck you, to dive inside and make you cry out for me. I brought my fingers up beside my lips and tongue, and began stroking the flesh of your lips while I licked you. Slowly I brought them to your clit, rubbing, teasing, encircling, before slipping down to your entrance and quickly, roughly, thrusting deep inside of you.

Velvet liquid heat engulfed my fingers, and I nearly came from the feeling of being within you. I moaned and rested my head against your thigh, watching as my fingers vanished and reappeared, at an ever-faster speed, taking you roughly, loving you slowly, making you mine. Unable to watch any longer, I kissed my way back to your sex and let my tongue swirl around your throbbing clit as I fucked you harder than I had intended, frenzy and need and lust overpowering my senses.

Sucking you into my mouth, nibbling and licking your need, I fucked you and loved you and became addicted to the sound of my name on your lips. You reached down and slipped your fingers into my hair, at the base of my neck, and pushed me harder against you as your hips rose to meet my thrusts and my tongue. Your body shook and trembled as I devoured you, until you began pulling me up and rolling me over.

“This could go on all night,” I gasped with a tiny laugh as you bit the flesh of my neck and shoulder. You smiled against my skin.

“Are you complaining?”

“Are you crazy?” You kissed my neck, my ear, my cheek, my lips, lulling me into a sense of sweet tenderness that left me completely unprepared for the shock of your ferocious thrust into my sex. I screamed out and shook from the force and depth of your fingers…. my eyes teared up with the slight pain of being filled more than I believed I could take.

“Tell me, baby. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“Mary, please!”

“Tell me you want me to take you, tell me your body is mine to do exactly what I want with, anytime I want.” You accentuated your order by pushing deeper into me. My head fell to the side of the pillow as I yelled out your name. “Tell me!”

“Mary… please…. my body belongs to You… it’s Yours to use, to take, to fuck. Fuck me, Mary, please!! Use my body in every way you want to!” I cried out and shuddered as you slipped out of my sex and pushed my legs back to my chest, my knees against my breasts, my pussy bared and waiting for you. You rose from the bed and began walking away.

“Don’t you dare move. Do you understand?”

“Oh, you have to be kidding.” But I shut my mouth when you glared at me, and nodded meekly. I watched you walk out of the room, leaving me to feel foolish and incredibly slutty with my sex naked to the world and my knees up to my chest. You were gone for what seemed an eternity before I saw your shadow reappear in the doorway. I peered at you from between my legs as you walked back to the bed and climbed on. My eyes were glued to the strap-on you now sported, and I finally looked back up at you to see your eyes were smiling.

“You had no intention of following that third rule, did you?” I asked quietly, my eyes roaming your face for an answer. You placed your body against me, and I moaned as you rubbed the tip of the strap-on up and down the length of my pussy, pausing at the entrance to my sex.

“If you had honestly wanted me to…. but Honey, you can’t tell me you didn’t fantasize about all the different ways I might come in here and fuck you in the middle of the night…” You pushed inside me, and I cried out. “How my hands would feel…” You thrust deeper, and it suddenly felt as if everything inside of my body was made up of you. “How my tongue would feel as I licked you… How it would feel as I fucked you, harder,” you thrust into me again, “and harder”, and again. I screamed for you, and after that we gave up on the conversation.

You kept my knees pinned back to my chest as you tore my sex apart, fucking me until my screams were hoarse cries and tears streamed down my face out of the pleasure of having You fill me. I felt as if, if I let myself cum, I would explode, fly apart, lose my mind, die, the orgasm that you were building within me felt so intense and terrifying. But it wouldn’t be held at bay, any longer, and you fucked my pussy far past the edge of orgasm and into the realm of something I had never before experienced.

I couldn’t stop cumming, and you wouldn’t stop fucking; wave after wave hit me, crashing over my body and sending my senses reeling. At last, too sensitive and tender to take anymore, I caught my breath long enough to plead with you to stop, to pause, to let me rest a moment. I moaned when you slipped out of me, and I fell into your arms as you laid down beside me.

I couldn’t catch my breath, and the room felt as if it was set on a ferris wheel. You stroked my hair and kissed me while I calmed down. When I finally lifted my face from your chest and met your eyes, I was shocked to see a look of sadness there. “Baby, what is it, what’s wrong?!”

“Nothing,” you said, shaking your head.

“You’re a liar. Don’t tell me ‘nothing’.” I saw the way you shrugged, and as you began to move to switch off the light, the pieces of the puzzle finally began falling into place, ending with a complete click when you said, “Want me to sleep in here, or would you prefer to sleep alone?”

I raised myself up and laid my body across yours. “Ohhh, I see. You think I’m done with you, now. I came, I saw, I’m finished — something like that? Baby, you know that when it comes to sex and passion, you’re in here with your match. A girl just needs to catch her breath, every now and then. I’m not done with you… not now, not ever.” You wrapped your arms around me and let me kiss you, slowly, languidly. I pressed up against your sex and loved the moan you gave me. This, I thought, this I could do every night for the rest of my life….