I got some really good news. We'd driven home, and the news was waiting for me after the six hour drive. During the drive, we'd talked about how we wanted to have sex with one another. While visiting family for Christmas, we didn't have enough privacy, and our sex suffered.
So at home we got the really good news, and I texted and emailed some friends about it. Then we went to bed. It was and is very cold in the apartment. I kept my shirt on and moved his hand to my left nipple outside my clothes. It felt so good, and I was more aroused than I'd been in a week.
He touched my other nipple too, outside my clothes, and I moaned again and again. "I'm so horny," I said. "I'm horny for specifically you."
"I'm horny for you," he said.
"I want you to hold my shoulders as you fuck me from behind," I said. "I want you to hurt me." I paused. "Tell me you want to hurt me."
"I want to hurt you," he said.
"Tell me you want to pound my pussy," I said.
"I want to pound your pussy," he said.
"I want you to use me for my hole," I said. "Tell me you want to use me for my hole."
"I want to use you for your hole," he said. I lifted my shirt and moved his hands to my bare tits, which made me moan again, the reality of his hands on my skin. We kissed.
"What do you want from me?" I asked.
"I want to push myself into you and come inside you," he said.
"I want to have your baby," I said.
"I want you to have my baby," he said.
"Tell me you want a blow job," I said.
"I want a blow job," he said.
"How do you want it?" I asked.
"I want you to lick my cock," he said.
I thought I could do that. So we took off our clothes, and under the covers, I started licking his cock. I licked the underside over and over as he caressed my hair. I used my tongue to rub the place where the head of his cock connects to the shaft. "That feels good," he said. I licked the top part over and over.
"Do you like that?" I asked. He touched my tits again.
"That feels so good," he said.
I dove under the covers again and licked him more. Then I took him into my mouth. He pushed my head down on his cock hard. I gagged and let him do it to me.
I felt the head of his cock hit the opening of my throat again and again. It hurt and I liked it.
I surfaced again, and he touched my tits again. "Tell me not to stop," I said.
"Don't stop," he said, and I sucked at him more enthusiastically. I paused. "Don't stop," he said.
"Do you want me to turn over?" I asked, surfacing again.
"Yes," he said.
I turned on my side, my back to him. We were lying under the covers still. I positioned him at the opening of my super wet cunt.
He slid right in, and I felt loved and validated. He held onto my shoulders and pushed me down on his cock. He hurt me as his hands dug into my shoulders. I loved the pain as he thrust and thrust himself into me.
"Is that the pussy you want?" I asked.
"Yes," he said.
He pumped himself in and out of me, and I was getting exactly the fuck I needed.
"I'm going to come," he said. He fucked me slower, and then I felt some come flow through his cock deep into me.
He paused, and then he fucked me deeper. He paused once more, and then his cock spasmed again and again. I felt the come flow through his cock and into me, an amount that alarmed me as if he were peeing.
"Oh god," he said. His fingers dug into my flesh as he shot his load into my pussy.
We stayed like that for a little while. "Is that what you needed?" I asked, turning around to face him.
"Yes," he said. The purple christmas lights by my bedside glowed on us.
He held me in his arms, touching my nipples quickly as I rubbed my clitoris quickly. It felt amazingly good, and I was so happy.
"Touch my cunt," I said. He rubbed my clitoris from side to side. "I'm going to come," I said.
I felt the feelings grow inside me. I stopped touching my nipples and grabbed him, holding him tightly, as he made me come.
I struggled against him and made grunting sounds as the feelings coursed through me and I came. I was so deeply with him. We were so together.