On Your Knees

Wear that dress for me tonight. The one that’s cut so low I can’t help staring. The one that wraps around your belly and hugs your hips. I want to sit at our kitchen table and watch you cook. Bend over to open the oven. Let me see you. Slow.

I am hungry for you prove it to me. Anything I ask. Anything I want.

Let me sit in my chair, relaxed, and watch you fetch. Down on your knees. Bring me my napkin. Hold it in your mouth. Feel the edges of my stiff cock held tight in my pants as you lay the cloth across my lap.

All through dinner, I am anxious. Staring at your tits. Watching you breathe. I am waiting for us to be done. The dishes in the sink. I am waiting for you to come sit on my lap and wrap your hands around my head. I am waiting for that kiss that tells me what you need.

On your knees. I want to see you crawl to the bedroom. I want to walk behind you, kicking at your feet. Don’t turn around. I want you to hear my belt come off, the jangle of the buckle. Feel the tip of the leather teased across your ass as you move so slowly across the floor.

Stay on your knees as you get to the bed. Rest your head and arms on the mattress. I will crouch down low and loop my belt in my hands. I will lift your dress and slip your panties down your thighs. I want to spank you and see the bright stripes rise to the surface of your skin. You are mine. Your hair in my fingers. You are all mine.

I don’t want you to look at me when I drag you up onto the bed. I will pull you back up on your knees and shove your face and shoulders into the mattress. My hands hold your hips and pull you against me. You’re wet. A damp spot on my bulging jeans. I pull you against me, shoving myself between your thighs. Watching my pants grow wetter. Sticky. I want to slide my dick inside you, but this is too sweet. I lean back and pull you harder against me, rubbing your clit against the hard cock inside my jeans.

You reach back with your hands, trying to find me. I slap your fingers away and rub against your clit. I want your pussy hot, burning. I will pull my cock out and fuck you when I’m ready. I want you on the verge of tears. I want my cock inside you for only a minute before you come, squeezing me inside you, shaking.

When you’re ready, I will sit in my chair with you on the floor between my legs and watch you suck my wet cock. I will place your hands on my thighs and stroke your fingers lightly.

Sometime in the night, I’ll lie awake with you curled against me, your head on my chest, my arms around you. I’ll feel myself ache at the image of you crawling towards me ready to suck me off.

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Elust 88

Take

Nights when I’m restless, she presses her palm firmly against my chest and in a low, sweet voice asks, “Do you want me to jerk you off?”

When I first met her, I didn’t know how to answer this question. I could not possibly answer it honestly. I could not say, “Yes.” The word would stick in my belly, not even making it up to my throat. My desire felt wrong, selfish.

“Baby, let me jerk you off,” she says and her body curls around me. She settles me down firmly into the bed with her hand against my sternum.

I breathe. When I could manage it, I would stay silent and keep the “no” trying to escape held tight inside me. I would nod my head. And breathe.

Her fingers find me. She sucks one finger into her mouth before slipping her hand inside my shorts. With a wet fingertip, she slides over my clit. I am already burning. I am already flushed and filled. Sometimes she is quick. Sometimes I am ready and already aching. She nips at my shoulder. I come as she slows down and moves her whole hand across my cunt. She holds me while I shake.

“Can I jerk you off?” she asks me and lately I know how to take. I say, “Yes” and turn my head to kiss her with a fierce need.

I lift my tank top and tease my own nipples, squeezing harder to make my clit full and firm. I lift my hips off the mattress. She is sweet. Kissing me and laughing low in her throat as she tells me how much she loves to get me off.

Some nights I am desperate and sweaty. She pushes the covers down to my knees and curves over me until I’m in her mouth. She sucks on my clit. I hold her head and pant hard. I wrap my arms around her, squeezing her to me, pulling her up. I want her body on top of me, pressing into me.

I have learned to take what I want. I’ve learned to let her give me what I want.

Balance

I like wearing a cock for the immediacy of it. I love being able to grab her when we get home and pull her against me, take her hand and hold it between my legs so she knows. I strap it on while she’s fixing her hair. It’s a secret. Just for me while we’re out at dinner. Sometimes it’s a cock small enough I barely notice it, but I like it when it’s absurdly thick and long. I love the way it grinds into my thigh. I stroke it a little while we sit at the table waiting for the check. I’m looking at her and rubbing my cock through my jeans getting off on the fact that she doesn’t know.

I have to adjust myself when I get behind the wheel. I lean over to kiss her and wince as the leather straps bite into me. I want to get her home. I want to push her towards the couch. I want to slide my hands up under her shirt and knead the muscles in her low back. Grab her hair and pull. Move and bend her onto my lap. When I’m wearing a cock, I see her bent over. I imagine my hands on my belt, working fast to unzip my jeans and hold my cock between her thighs. I feel ready. Coiled.

We go home and leave the lights off. There’s a streetlight that shines through the window along with a nearly full moon to see well enough to make drinks. She makes mine for me. I sit down and balance my drink on the arm of the couch. Careful, steady. I drag my hands across my jeans. I spread my knees wider and bring my fingers to the bulge against my inner thigh. I trace the outlines and pull on my cock. I move slowly, careful not to send my glass crashing to the floor, and pull her hand to my belt. “You’ve got to be careful,” I whisper, “Slow.”

She slides closer to me, tracing her fingers against my belly as she undoes my belt and jeans. Her hand reaches in and strokes my cock. Slowly, she edges my jeans down further until she has my cock fully free. I work at her shirt, pulling it off, and feel the lace of her bra under my fingers. She’s rubbing my cock. I can feel the pressure against my clit. My shirt sticks against my sweating back as the heat builds. I’m always like this. A furnace inside me.

I want it to stay slow like this. “Take these off,” I tell her and tug at her jeans. She steps out of them and I nod and touch her panties, pulling them lower. “These,” I say and she moves them the rest of the way down. “I want you on my cock,” I say, “slow.” She eyes the glass balanced next to me and moves carefully onto my lap. I rest my hands on her ass and watch as she pushes my cock inside her. So nice, so steady and slow, I can feel the pressure as I enter her. There’s a heaviness between us. We can hear the ice brush against the glass as she slides up and down.

I pull the straps of her bra so they hang down and peel the lace off her tits, pulling her against me. Sucking on her skin, teasing her nipple with my tongue and the sharp edges of my teeth, I breathe deeply. I am finally relaxed after feeling jacked up all day wanting her. Wanting everything. My fingers in her pussy. Her clit on my tongue. Her tongue in my mouth. My hands in her hair. Her wetness on my thigh. My body against and on top of her.

She rides me slowly and moans when I squeeze her tits as I suck. I need her to come sooner than she wants. I need her to feel cheated. Want more. I want this all night. I grab her hand and push it between her legs. I can feel her circling, her finger on her clit just above my cock. She pushes me deep inside her and pulls up slow. I want to feel her come and squeeze my cock inside her. Now. I want to feel it now and grunt with her skin in my mouth to persuade her. She can feel the desperation in my grip. I will make her come when I want.

She comes with a jerk and I feel the couch shift back against the wall. Quickly, I reach out to grab my drink before it falls. It slips a little out of my hand and half the booze spills in a sticky mess on the floor. “At least I caught the glass,” I said. “You need more,” she says and takes my glass back over to the bar. I’m staring at her ass and her strong thighs. Already feeling myself burn again. Needing to fuck.  Stay balanced. “Come back to me,” I say with a whine in my voice. She will take her time. She’ll let me strain against my impatience. By the time she gets to me, I’ll be angry and swift. Just the way she likes.