Jake Knight in topic Erotica
She didn't understand how, but she knew why. That's why I counted on her. I laid, face down, head buried in the pillow. Her hand rubbed circles on my back, and I melted into nothingness, my body going limp. Her chest came into contact with my back. Carefully. Almost afraid of breaking me.
It's funny how a girl, considerably shorter than myself, made me feel safe when she wrapped her arms around me. I was the guy. The Dom. It was my job to protect! I felt I failed her, badly, every time she looked at me like this. Yet she never judged. Instead, butterfly kisses landed on my upper back.
"It's okay, Henry."
The magic behind those words was I could believe her. She inhaled, her breath coming out a second later, quivering, as if my scent had become a powerful drug for her. The stirring in me gained traction. That's exactly why I mentioned she didn't understand how but knew why.
"You know you can talk to me," Ash whispered. She separated herself from me. I heard rustling. When she came down once more, her naked nipples teased my back for some long seconds. My underwear, the only garment I wore, felt tighter. She pressed her torso against me, her warmth contagious. "But if you don't..."
And I didn't want to. But she knew what would take my mind off of things dragging me. Ash pulled at my shoulder, urging me to turn around. I did and I looked up. She was already staring into my eyes. Her stare was Soo powerfully magnetic, I couldn't even look down and admire her breasts. I maintained eye contact until it was too much. I didn't want to blush, so I pulled her down, kissing her lips. She couldn't know the weight of her gaze on my eyes would make me react like a teenager in love if I didn't do something about it. That would be a bit unbecoming for a man my age. She'd find it endearing, no doubt, but I had enough things on my mind.
No cheer up food, no movies... No. What worked for me was to overcharge my body so my brain would have no option but to bury my thoughts and worries under all the sensations. Nothing premeditated. I closed my eyes.
Her soft lips on mine... Her breathing deepening. A hand on my jaw. Ash straddled me, her panties preventing sex from starting; the wetness evident even through the cloth. She hugged me and motioned for us to roll over. I did so, and it helped. Feeling my body on top of hers, my arms flanking her face. I felt good, protective. Responsible.
"Oh, Henry..."
I went back to kissing her, Ash took her time touching my back as if she weren't familiar with it.
"Wait."
Confused, I did.
Ash stood up. She removed her panties. She laid on the bed, face-down, then turned to look at me over her shoulder, one hand casually propping her head. She didn't need to ask me what was I waiting for. It was written on her face.
I rolled on top of her, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact, her upper back pressed harder against my chest.
"Why?" I whispered.
She knew what I meant, for Ash responded, "obviously, outwardly you’re harsh and degrading sometimes. But there’s always a layer of deep reverence and appreciation... I give myself to you for that."
I couldn't respond intelligently to that, so I kissed the back of her shoulder instead. Ash wiggled her butt, inviting. She stopped and lifted her hips when my cock found the perfect spot and I pressed against her wet slit.
"I love your many facets. There’s something good in all of them," Ash closed her eyes, relaxed, completely surrendered to her needs.
I pushed harder. Her labia finally yielded.
She was quickly losing her ability to continue talking as pleasure overcame her, "you always... feel amazing inside... inside me..."
I squeezed myself inside her in a single, long, smooth thrust.
"I’m yours to use however you like..."
We moved slowly. I pictured her eyes scrunched, but I couldn't know; my own bliss fired up so brightly I had to close my eyes.
"I had been needing this..."
"Ash," I couldn't manage to whisper anything beyond that.
I'm usually the verbal one during sex. I can't shut up. But it was what I needed. The gentle reminders. The quiet reassurances. I wrapped my arms around her, tighter. The hip movements transformed into a hard, deep rhythm, like a slow-motion version of pounding. It was almost too much. Too good. My hand desperately searched for her chin. I made her turn around to face me and I kissed her from behind.
There was something about slow sex with Ash. It was simply right. Destined. We were meant to have sex and the kind of slow exchange we were drowning in was perfect.
I kissed her again and I wondered if one could cum from kisses alone.
If she wanted to keep on whispering, I couldn't allow it. I needed more kisses. I had finally forgotten whatever weight had been crushing me and I needed to keep it that way.
My thrusts grew frantic. Ash usually enjoyed dragging the moment out, asking me where did I want to cum; she'd either get a chastising growl for daring to ask, rarely, she would get the option to choose. The intensity of the moment was such, I felt the shock of pleasure running down her. She tensed up, her pussy squeezing me.
I finally ended the kiss because I needed to breathe. She gasped as well. The tension growing to a tremor, her entire body quivering, from her lips to her legs.
"... Henry..."
The tone told me just how hard Ash was cumming for me. She lifted her ass, arching her back. There was no strategy on my side. I allowed the rush to take over. One grunt. With erratic rhythm I pushed bursts of my thick seed in every thrust.
It was almost like crumbling down with pleasure, the last drops painting her insides white.
With an awkward but heartfelt gesture, she reached back and caressed my neck, her fingers toying with my hair, "I'm here."
I kissed the back of her neck,"I know." My kisses extended to her shoulder. I sighed, relaxed.
Ash's lips curved up in a small smile, "wake me up when it's time for dinner."
I held her tighter. She had been right. It was okay. Ash was with me as I drifted off.
It's funny how a girl, considerably shorter than myself, made me feel safe when she wrapped her arms around me. I was the guy. The Dom. It was my job to protect! I felt I failed her, badly, every time she looked at me like this. Yet she never judged. Instead, butterfly kisses landed on my upper back.
"It's okay, Henry."
The magic behind those words was I could believe her. She inhaled, her breath coming out a second later, quivering, as if my scent had become a powerful drug for her. The stirring in me gained traction. That's exactly why I mentioned she didn't understand how but knew why.
"You know you can talk to me," Ash whispered. She separated herself from me. I heard rustling. When she came down once more, her naked nipples teased my back for some long seconds. My underwear, the only garment I wore, felt tighter. She pressed her torso against me, her warmth contagious. "But if you don't..."
And I didn't want to. But she knew what would take my mind off of things dragging me. Ash pulled at my shoulder, urging me to turn around. I did and I looked up. She was already staring into my eyes. Her stare was Soo powerfully magnetic, I couldn't even look down and admire her breasts. I maintained eye contact until it was too much. I didn't want to blush, so I pulled her down, kissing her lips. She couldn't know the weight of her gaze on my eyes would make me react like a teenager in love if I didn't do something about it. That would be a bit unbecoming for a man my age. She'd find it endearing, no doubt, but I had enough things on my mind.
No cheer up food, no movies... No. What worked for me was to overcharge my body so my brain would have no option but to bury my thoughts and worries under all the sensations. Nothing premeditated. I closed my eyes.
Her soft lips on mine... Her breathing deepening. A hand on my jaw. Ash straddled me, her panties preventing sex from starting; the wetness evident even through the cloth. She hugged me and motioned for us to roll over. I did so, and it helped. Feeling my body on top of hers, my arms flanking her face. I felt good, protective. Responsible.
"Oh, Henry..."
I went back to kissing her, Ash took her time touching my back as if she weren't familiar with it.
"Wait."
Confused, I did.
Ash stood up. She removed her panties. She laid on the bed, face-down, then turned to look at me over her shoulder, one hand casually propping her head. She didn't need to ask me what was I waiting for. It was written on her face.
I rolled on top of her, enjoying the skin-to-skin contact, her upper back pressed harder against my chest.
"Why?" I whispered.
She knew what I meant, for Ash responded, "obviously, outwardly you’re harsh and degrading sometimes. But there’s always a layer of deep reverence and appreciation... I give myself to you for that."
I couldn't respond intelligently to that, so I kissed the back of her shoulder instead. Ash wiggled her butt, inviting. She stopped and lifted her hips when my cock found the perfect spot and I pressed against her wet slit.
"I love your many facets. There’s something good in all of them," Ash closed her eyes, relaxed, completely surrendered to her needs.
I pushed harder. Her labia finally yielded.
She was quickly losing her ability to continue talking as pleasure overcame her, "you always... feel amazing inside... inside me..."
I squeezed myself inside her in a single, long, smooth thrust.
"I’m yours to use however you like..."
We moved slowly. I pictured her eyes scrunched, but I couldn't know; my own bliss fired up so brightly I had to close my eyes.
"I had been needing this..."
"Ash," I couldn't manage to whisper anything beyond that.
I'm usually the verbal one during sex. I can't shut up. But it was what I needed. The gentle reminders. The quiet reassurances. I wrapped my arms around her, tighter. The hip movements transformed into a hard, deep rhythm, like a slow-motion version of pounding. It was almost too much. Too good. My hand desperately searched for her chin. I made her turn around to face me and I kissed her from behind.
There was something about slow sex with Ash. It was simply right. Destined. We were meant to have sex and the kind of slow exchange we were drowning in was perfect.
I kissed her again and I wondered if one could cum from kisses alone.
If she wanted to keep on whispering, I couldn't allow it. I needed more kisses. I had finally forgotten whatever weight had been crushing me and I needed to keep it that way.
My thrusts grew frantic. Ash usually enjoyed dragging the moment out, asking me where did I want to cum; she'd either get a chastising growl for daring to ask, rarely, she would get the option to choose. The intensity of the moment was such, I felt the shock of pleasure running down her. She tensed up, her pussy squeezing me.
I finally ended the kiss because I needed to breathe. She gasped as well. The tension growing to a tremor, her entire body quivering, from her lips to her legs.
"... Henry..."
The tone told me just how hard Ash was cumming for me. She lifted her ass, arching her back. There was no strategy on my side. I allowed the rush to take over. One grunt. With erratic rhythm I pushed bursts of my thick seed in every thrust.
It was almost like crumbling down with pleasure, the last drops painting her insides white.
With an awkward but heartfelt gesture, she reached back and caressed my neck, her fingers toying with my hair, "I'm here."
I kissed the back of her neck,"I know." My kisses extended to her shoulder. I sighed, relaxed.
Ash's lips curved up in a small smile, "wake me up when it's time for dinner."
I held her tighter. She had been right. It was okay. Ash was with me as I drifted off.
