I am sure the reason was silly. In fact I remember thinking a week later that I don’t even recall what we fought for. But now, in this moment, the reason seems good enough for me to slam the door in your face and lock myself in our bedroom. I can hear you knocking on the door and calling for me to hear you out, but I am way too angry. I want to have nothing to do with you in this moment; what you did is making not talking to you indefinitely seem quite justifiable.
I don’t know how long it’s been. A few hours from the looks of it outside; the sky has gone from bright blue to dark purple with just the hints of the dark night seeping in. I sigh. I am not angry anymore; just plain disappointed. And you can see that when I finally open the door and almost collide with you in front of the room. You’re apologetic. I can see that on your face. But I can’t forgive you so easily. I start to make my way past you to go into the kitchen, but you grab hold of my wrist as I pass you by. I turn, exasperated again, determined to give you a piece of my mind, but the look on your face stops me. You’re truly remorseful, that much is plain as day. I feel my irritation subside a bit, just a bit. You loosen your grip and face me properly. It seems like you’re going to explain yourself and your actions but instead you envelope me in a strong embrace. It surprises me to say the least, and then I feel your breath on my ear as you whisper for me to forgive you. I can hear the hitch in your voice as you say this, and this makes the last remnants of my anger melt away. I hug you back, comforting and accepting, and you sense that as you finally relax in my arms. I start to say ‘It’s okay’ back to you, but I stop. My mind has come up with a new way for you to earn my forgiveness.
So instead I whisper back to you, “Do you want me to really and truly forgive you and forget what you did?”
You reply with a yes almost immediately. I smile. My plan is unfolding perfectly. I say nothing and lead you into our bedroom. Somehow you understand my intentions, or maybe you don’t; either way you don’t question me. Perhaps you sense that doing so will only be counterproductive for you.
I sit on the bed and pat the space beside me. You sit too, obeying every action. I trace my index finger down the side of your face and onto your neck, flicking your nipple slightly as I finally come to rest on your crotch. You twitch subtly; you’re starting to get a bit hard. I lock eyes with you as I swing one leg over your lap and straddle you. It’s as if you’re paralysed, or maybe you don’t want to do anything without my permission, but you don’t move a muscle. I sidle closer to you, the distance between our lips closing, but I don’t kiss you. Instead I start a slow grind on your crotch.
You’re hard now, your erection straining through the simple cotton shorts you wear at home. I keep grinding, my pace agonisingly and torturously slow. I can see how badly you want me to quicken myself, to spice things up. I can see it on your face, in the desire in your eyes, in your breathing which is now shallow and ragged. I keep up my torment for quite a while, until it is me who can’t bear it anymore. Your shorts are now sporting a small wet spot; I don’t know if that’s the proof of your arousal or mine. Either way, I quicken my pace on you. My humping is hard and urgent, my hands entwined in your hair, just as yours are now slowly playing with my breasts. I look into your eyes as I pull my tshirt over my head and close the distance between our faces. Your eyes darken in desire seeing my naked form and you lean in expecting the kiss I’ve been denying you for so long, but I don’t grant you the pleasure.
I can see you’re frustrated; that spurs me on even more. I am grinding faster now, my clit is so hard and sensitive, my panties are thoroughly soaked. I moan slightly as I grab hold of your head and guide your mouth to my tits. You need no instructions on what to do as your mouth latches on to my left nipple just as your fingers start to flick and squeeze my right. This added stimulus is causing your erection to swell even more; and you moan with my nipple in your mouth. I am holding on to your shoulders for dear life now, my fingers clutching you to keep me up upright ankara eryaman escort as I hump crazily on you.
Finally I come to my senses when I realise how close we are to our orgasms. With admirable self control, I stop humping you and finally look at you properly. Your face is flushed, contorted with pleasure and desire, your your hands have clutched fistfuls of the bedsheet in an effort to not come too early. I have never been so turned on in my life. Slowly, almost too slowly, I disentangle myself from you and get down from your lap. The front of your shorts is now completely soaked; I can see your erection pulsing and twitching under the fabric. I almost want to jump on you and take you inside me right then and there, but I can’t forgive you and give you your release so easily. You seem to understand the same, since you make no move towards me or even towards touching yourself.
I stand in front of you. Running my hands from my chest over my breasts and down to my waist, I slowly hook my fingers under the waistband of my panties. Tantalisingly, I peel them off from me, leaving me completely nude in front of you. I have not broken eye contact with you even for a moment. And I still don’t as I part my legs and I run my index finger through my labia and slightly push it inside me. Your hips buck upwards of their own accord seeing me like this, giving away how much you want me in this moment. Slowly, I pull out my finger coated in my juices from inside me, slightly flicking my clit as I do so. My body shivers from this unexpected contact, but I don’t let you see how much I want you too.
I come closer to you, my wet finger teasing you. Your eyes are stuck to it, as if it’s some elixir you need to have. I stop in front of you, close enough for you to be able to smell the scent of my arousal coming from my finger as well as my wet core. I run my finger through my wet labia once again, before tracing it slightly along your lips. Your breath catches, and you almost open your mouth to take my finger in and taste me as if that is the one thing sustaining you. I don’t oblige you so easily. I wave my finger under your nose, just out of the reach of your lips, almost cruel in my teasing. You groan in desire and frustration, and almost moan out a ‘please’, in an effort to make me stop torturing you. I look down; there is a fresh wet spot on the front of your shorts. I have no doubts about how aroused you are. Finally I decide to reward you for your suffering. I allow you to take my wet finger into your mouth, and you suck on it almost gratefully. Your hands automatically make their way towards my breasts and I let you. You have earned this.
Not wanting to give you too much too soon, I pull away from you. Your face is no longer frustrated, instead I see more desire in anticipation of what is to come. I come closer and push you onto the bed. With you flat on your back, I climb on as well. Straddling you once more, I drop a trail of feathery kisses from your navel down to your waist as I pull down your shorts and dispose of it. Your erection springs up, hard and twitching, ready for some action. Ignoring it, I focus on your thighs. With my fingernails scratching slightly on your left thigh, I blow out a soft breath of air onto your right inner thigh. Your hand instantly clutches my hair as you let out a long slow moan. I know what you want. But I am not going to give it to you.
I start to lick and kiss your thighs, occasionally grazing my teeth over your sensitive skin, drawing out jerks and groans. My mouth moves towards your erection; I leave a ring of kisses and licks around it, careful to not make any contact with it. You buck upwards, trying to make me take you in my mouth, but you are not in control here. I am. I slowly move upwards your body, kissing you all the way, until I reach your face. I look at you. And I finally cannot resist you any more. I close the distance and take your lips in a full, passionate kiss. You moan loudly into my mouth as your arms close around me and pull me close to your chest. Your skin feels electric to me; I want to touch all of you all at once. My hands snake around to your head, clutching fistfuls of your hair as our tongues battle furiously for dominance. escort sınırsız çankaya Distantly, I feel you trying to enter me, hoping I would not notice. But I do.
Without breaking our kiss for even a moment, I guide your erection to sit smugly between my wet pussy lips. I start sliding back and forth, coating you in my wetness. I am giving myself the release I needed without giving you the pleasure of experiencing my body fully. The control is turning me on so much. I keep this up for sometime, before finally stopping and dismounting from you.
I am very wet. And very turned on. My clit is so hard and sensitive. It’s throbbing with desire and all I want is to pin you down and fuck you till I come. The mere thought makes me even wetter; my juices are now trickling down my inner thigh. And I know how to relieve myself of this torment.
Without any preamble, I straddle your face and lower myself down onto your mouth. My clit makes contact with your lips and i groan in pleasure. You know exactly what is happening and what I want, and your tongue snakes out to lick my juices from my clit to my wet entrance. I groan in desire again as I start to rock back and forth over your face. I feel so good; it is hard to describe it. The sight of you beneath me, your tongue dedicated to only pleasuring me, your face wet with my arousal, completely in my control, awakens an animalistic lust in me.
I plant my hands on the bed beside your head as I start to grind furiously on your face. Your tongue flicking on my clit whenever it makes contact is driving me crazy. I have no concern now apart from coming all over your face. I grind on your face with wild abandon; I am so forceful that my clit is now intermittently touching your nose and your chin as I rock back and forth. My hands are tangled in your hair, pulling your head in closer to me, giving your tongue and your mouth no choice but to pleasure me. You don’t need to be told twice as your hands find my breasts and you hold onto them for support as your tongue starts to fuck me properly. I grind down faster on you, your tongue almost entering me. Your face is now completely wet and I don’t know how long your mouth has been working on me but I don’t care. All I can feel is me humping your face, your hands on my breasts and my approaching orgasm. With one hand I part my pussy lips to give your tongue better access, while the other is holding your head in place. You’re working your mouth like a man possessed and it has finally driven me over the edge. Pure lust grips me as I double down on my pace and hump and buck on your face for all I am worth and my orgasm finally overcomes me. I have never experienced a climax such as this. It is consuming me, overwhelming me and I’m drowning in the pleasure, to the point that no sounds escapes me; I just keep on grinding your face until my orgasmic wave finally subsides and I slump forward, spent. Your hands are lovingly massaging my breasts while your tongue is gently lapping away at my juices, bringing me down from my euphoria.
It takes me quite some time to bring my breathing back to normal. Once I am back in the present I finally take in the state we’re in: your face and chest wet, splattered with the evidence of my explosive climax. Even the bedsheet near your head is soaked. The sight elicits a small laugh from me and for a moment I forget I was punishing you. I pull you in for a warm embrace as we lovingly kiss, in no hurry. However, it doesn’t take us much to get aroused again; my hand is soon finally caressing your erection as you slowly start fingering me. We fidget and squirm in each other’s arms, urgently wanting the other’s body. But I haven’t forgotten the reason I am doing all this to you, and it will still take some more effort for me to forgive you.
I pull away from you and walk over to our closet, from where I return holding three of your ties. The quizzical look on your face quickly changes to one of surprise and then to desire as I start binding your hands to the bedpost with two of the ties. I capture your lips in a deep kiss as I use the final tie as a blindfold around your eyes. My lips on your lips are quickly replaced by my clit, and you oblige me; licking and flicking and çankaya eve gelen escort bayan sucking on me, getting me all hot and heavy and turned on again. So turned on in fact that I slide down, take you in my mouth, and after licking and sucking you briefly, I lower myself down on you. You let out a loud groan of relief and pleasure as finally after so long you get to indulge yourself inside me. I don’t know if it is me edging you for so long or something else, but you feel bigger inside me, reaching my deepest and innermost spots. I feel so full and I don’t want to let go of this feeling ever. I pause for a moment before slowly starting to grind circles on you. The speed, or rather the lack of it, is frustrating you; your hands are tugging at your restraints but to no avail. I have done my job well.
I start to rock back and forth now with you inside me, my hands and mouth roaming over your body, caressing and kissing and licking you all over. You’re panting hard with all the stimulation I’m giving you. I increase my speed, moving on top of you. I lean in to kiss you, hard, and you kiss me back with equal, if not more fervour. As we break apart, I can see you’re desperate to touch me, to hold me, to touch your fingers to my tingling body. As if fulfilling your wish, I run my own hands over my body, caressing my nipples, tweaking my breasts, rubbing my clit. Even though you’re blindfolded, I can feel you eye me hungrily. You attempt to thrust up into me in time with my movements, and I oblige; with my hands on your chest as leverage, I start to properly fuck you. As always, you’re hitting all my perfect spots, causing little moans to escape me with each thrust. And although I’ve been enjoying depriving you all night long, it is more than enough for me now. I stop to untie your binds and remove your blindfold.
It’s as if a dam has broken inside you. With a near primal growl, you grip me, flip me onto my back, and enter me in one stroke. You pin my arms to the bed over my head, and start driving into me with renewed vigour. My ‘punishing’ you for so long has brought out a wild side of you I hadn’t yet seen. It’s like an out of control fire, raging uncontrollably, consuming everything in its path. And right now, it’s this passion of fire and desire and lust that’s consumed us completely.
No words are spoken, in fact none are needed. We never let our eyes leave the other’s, as you keep thrusting into me with no stop in sight. I of course have complaints with you pounding into me like a man possessed. With one hand still holding my hands captive, your other hand starts to roughly squeeze my breasts. My back arches upwards of its own accord, maybe because in the course of depriving you I also deprived myself of your touch. I moan lightly as you get rougher with me; your hand from my breasts have traveled to my hair, pulling my head up to meet your lips in a searing kiss. A kiss that leaves me breathless and begging for more. However it looks like now it’s your turn to punish me for punishing you, because it doesn’t seem like you’re leaning in for another kiss again. Your hands have returned to restraining my arms, my legs are pinned underneath your thighs; I am completely powerless as you dominate me and make me completely yours. You’re fucking me so hard I don’t have time to catch my breath. I feel my second climax approaching, and you can see that on my face as my eyes close and moans start escaping me. You finally release my arms from your hold and I waste no time in wrapping them around you. I am so close; I want to feel your touch on every part of my body. You are close too, I can feel it in your frantic thrusting and the kisses you have now started to pepper my neck with.
You groan, and I hold on to you tighter. I kiss you, your face, your neck, your ear. I want you so bad. Suddenly, your grip on me tightens, and with a shudder and a final thrust you come inside me, moaning and trembling, completely vulnerable in my arms. And even though I haven’t touched myself, seeing you orgasm breaks my dam as well, and with a strangled moan, I explode into what can only be described as a phenomenal orgasm. I’m seeing stars and my body is alive with passion and heat as I hold on to you tighter, never wanting to let you go. My legs are shaking with the force of my climax and I can’t seem to string together two coherent words. You don’t say anything either. You just hold on tight to me as you kiss me slowly and warmly as I finally come down from my orgasmic high.
Looks like I might have to get angry with you more often.