I was on my side this time, not my preferred position. Something about the angle usually doesn't hit the spot but something this time felt right.
His chest was up against my back and I could smell his salty sweaty armpits that tingled my nose. I didn't mind it at all.
Somehow he unintentionally trained my mind to be turned on by the smell of his sweat, and boy was he sweaty that evening.
He placed his right hand on one of my cheeks and spread me to reach my favorite hole and using only some spit from his mouth as lubricant, he slowly started to penetrate me.
With every motion, going faster and faster. I felt my body relax into this position, like a long stretching yoga pose, I sunk into the sheets of my bed, closed my eyes and gave into the sensation.
I wasn’t tied up, I had no restraints and was not even told not to move. And still, something about this time was different and I was compelled not to move a muscle.
I felt a tingling sensation flow down my thighs all the way to the soles of my feet. It paralyzed me. It was a sensation I never felt before, and I didn’t want it to stop.
I couldn’t moan, I could barely breathe. Every sound was a distraction from this orgasmic feeling I was experiencing in my body for the first time. In a soft high pitched voice I moaned “yes..”
I could hear the sound of his deep husky voice in my ear, asking me if I liked it.
I mumbled back, trying hard to stay focused on what was happening between my legs “..yes, please.. don’t stop… please….”
The tingling sensation moved up to my arms and then to the palms of my hands. At this point my lips were shaking too.
He continued moving in and out of me at a perfect smooth paste. Like a ticking clock, never late, never early. At this point the wrong hole felt ever so right, like it was my default.
”God you’re so wet.." He dug two fingers inside me, just for a second, to touch all the moisture dripping from my body, rubbing himself with it to smoothen his entry.
”I’ve never seen you this wet before”.
By this point I felt I was so close, all I needed was a little nudge to get me off the edge. I knew that if my clit got just a little bit of attention this would be the best orgasm of my life. Although to be honest, I say that about almost every orgasam.
“Please can you get my vibrator?” I muttered in a groany tone “I am so close”.
”No, I don't want you to cum”
”Pleaaasee this is so good I am so close I want to cum with you inside me” I moaned again, and then he picked up his speed and I let out a loud deep sound, surprised that it can get any better.
“No, not this time.” he answered.
This helpless feeling I was feeling turned me on even more. I was surprised by how much I could like someone not letting me do something I so desperately wanted to do… and knowing now he was smiling because of it, because of this power he had over me. I truly was his toy now..
And I fucking loved it.
