Posted on | May 31, 2012 | 22 Comments
Do you know that moment of lust when almost all rational thought disappears? When your pussy has your brain and the rest of your body firmly convinced that if you don’t get fucked right now, you may die? That’s the worst sort of ache.
He’s been playing with me for a while now. Biting me, taking away my air and then giving it back in a heady rush, pressing against already sore and bruised flesh just to watch me shudder and listen to my breath catch. Clever fingers have made me come repeatedly, more times than I can count in this pleasure haze, and what I want so badly at this moment is the one thing neither of us can have. Him inside me.
I’m whimpering by this point, breathy little noises that would be embarrassing if I wasn’t so needy and desperate. I’m pinned underneath him, and while the weight of another body over mine would normally be calming and reassuring, right now it’s frustrating and unfair, because he’s grinding against me. We won’t cross that line, can’t, but he and I are both at the very edge of it now, and gods, it’s so tempting to take that final step. His hard cock is rubbing against my inner thigh, clit, ass, and he eventually settles just against the entrance to my pussy before leaning in to bite me hard.
All I want in that moment is him. His cock inside me, his teeth closed around my shoulder or throat, to be fucked until I can’t come anymore, until my body gives out. It’s a cruel tease, being able to feel his cock twitching against me, the maddening rub of soft skin against mine and the pain of the bite only make me want and need more.
My pussy hurts in ways I can’t explain to him, and that desperate needy ache is radiating out to the rest of my body. I have to pull away, to beg him to stop. No and please and I can’t. I’m sorry. I can’t. I don’t trust my body to not betray me in that moment, for my hips to not lift and thrust and make that throbbing hurt stop and a new one begin, and I need to get away from the temptation. He laughs at my distress and lets me up, and I curl into a ball for a moment and shiver, half-sobbing with want.
Forcing shaky legs to work again, to get me out of the bed and stumble to the doorway is one of the hardest things I’ve done in recent memory, and as I walk through the door my wetness drips slowly down my thighs.