A few days ago, Mr. D and I were going to sleep. He knew I was upset about my parent in the hospital. I curled up against his back and the contact with him brought all the pent up emotions to the surface. I was sad and the feelings washed over me. Unbeknownst to me, the pressure and contact of my body pressed to him was working on Mr. D. In the midst of my falling apart, Mr. D turned around with a look of lust in his eyes, “All you do is touch me and you do this to me. It’s your fault.”
His hand took mine and put it on his hard cock. I smiled through my pain and felt my body react and turn against the sorrow in my heart. His lips took mine is a hard kiss of possession. His lips slashed across mine and his tongue and teeth claimed me. My hand around his cock, my arm pinned between us, his body pushing me down while the kiss continued unabated.
The heat was overwhelming and gave the pain that colored my world an exit. My body arched against him and matched his hunger. His lips left mine and his teeth grazed my neck, my throat, my breast. The tearing heat of it left marks. My nipples tightened and rose to meet his lips and tongue. As he traveled down my body, I realized that he was headed further. He was going to taste me, pleasure me. I was torn. “No,” I thought to myself, “let this night, this passion, be for him. My heart is breaking; don’t let this be about me.” But, his mind was set and he was between my legs before I finished the thought.
“Open yourself for me.” I spread my sex for him and held it open as asked. My knees were pushed up and open, pinning my arms against me. His lips and tongue set a blaze of fire across my tender and vulnerable sex. I felt split in two. My body, the traitor that it is, reacted swiftly to his touch. The sadness had a hold on me that warred against the pleasure he was building inside me. I moaned and arched under him. Next, his fingers pushed inside my pussy. I wanted this, needed this. Anything, just keep going. Deeply his fingers filled me, and then moved the wetness from my pussy down and circled my asshole. Oh, no, not that. I’m not ready, oh please. Like a good girl, I held still and his finger wiggled inside the tight little hole. I was vibrating now, his fingers in both holes, and his mouth on my clit, he gave me no way to retreat from him. His other arm held onto my thigh, I was trapped in this cage of ecstasy.
Before I knew what was happening, I felt my body tense and tighten. Beyond any doubt, I could feel deep within my sex the tightening as if a clock was being wound. An orgasm was building inside me. Not the new kind I have just started to feel with Mr. D but the clitoral kind I give myself. This was a first, to feel that type of sensation from oral sex. I let it register in my mind and felt it grow. It was pretty amazing especially for how I was feeling emotionally. I was overwhelmed by all that Mr. D was doing. He had his fingers in my front and my back and his mouth kept sending jolts through me. So, it seems this is the magic way to the Promised Land for me. Twice now, Mr. D has gotten me completely and thoroughly worked up in this situation. I am continually amazed at the heights of passion he takes me to and the varieties of sensations he brings to the fore.