Just got home from the Consultant’s… God, he felt good in me. Sans condom too, thanks to the Today Sponge, although my tongue is still tingling from sucking him after he’d been inside me.
Mmm… Why do I like giving him head so much? Maybe because he reciprocates. Maybe because he doesn’t ask for it. Maybe because he keeps his hair nice and trimmed. I don’t know, but it sure is lovely. This time we were much less drunk too, and as a pleasant surprise his cock was bigger than I’d remembered it. Filled me up nicely.
I wonder if his tongue is tingling too?
While I was on top of him he watched my face, pushed my hair out of my eyes and said “yeah, fuck me like you wanna come.” I did want to come again. I wanted it bad, and I was determined to get it. Thank god my period ended on Sunday night, so I haven’t ovulated yet He pulled out just before coming, but in the heat of orgasms (his and mine (yay!)) I grabbed him and shoved him back inside me…. oops. But I needed it to come! I needed to be all filled up!
I was the punk rock star, all sweaty and dirty and grinding on top of him; he was a little clinical and seemed a little skeezed out by the sweat and the dirt. I hope he gets over it, because I like my sex sweaty and dirty and messy. I can’t wait for Thursday; I want to be able to have someone come into me and not ever worry – he was very very stressed out about me putting him back in, including the leak.
Wanna know a secret? I like the leak. I love the idea of having his cum pouring out of me. I love it the same way I love kissing someone after they’ve been giving me head. I love the idea of us both being one messy, sweaty, cum-soaked pile of motion and then crashing onto the bed together after it’s all over.
Afterward he was perfect. He held me, but in a selfish way, like he wasn’t doing it as a favor. He slid an arm underneath my neck and hooked it around my chest like he was saying “mine. This is mine.” It was great. He spooned me and I snuggled him backwards, rubbing his arm and playing a little footsie and fitting into him like a hand into a glove. He showered me with about a million little kisses all over my hair and my shoulders and my cheeks and eventually my lips as I looked over my shoulder to kiss him back.
I could have stayed there forever. It was really the best part.
Eventually I rolled over onto my tummy, wanting to hold him too, but he fussed about the leaking and I got frustrated with the fussiness and ran to the bathroom to take out the damn sponge and clean up.
When I came back I was sorely disappointed. He had put a t-shirt and some boxer shorts on. I wanted the snuggly feeling back though, so I stayed naked and crawled up next to him, laid my head on his chest, and rested for a few minutes. I really liked the feel of his warm cotton t-shirt on my cheek, and the way he kissed my hair and called me out on wanting to cuddle more. Even though he pointed it out, he still wrapped me up in a hug and held me there, muttering about his homework – apparently he had to read a twenty page script tonight. I lay there, listening to the rain outside, silently cursing him for not telling me I could stay the night anyway. I wanted to sleep there so badly, listening to the rain and his sweet voice and feeling tingly all over from fucking.
God, I was such a rockstar, riding him with my hair everywhere and bringing us to simultaneous orgasms. I kind of wish I hadn’t put him back inside me though. I’m a little embarrassed by it. I explained that I just got done with my period and that I had four or five days before I even had to start worrying. Hopefully his fears were assuaged. God I can’t wait for this damn IUD or implant or whateverthehell they’re going to give me.
I packed up and left not too long after that, but there was talk of next week and of next time… good. So good. I want him to be available to me like that, but only when I want it.
I’m still tingly. I still have that good yummy feeling…but I wish he was here with me to kiss my hair and fuck me in the morning before work.
