Bouncing off the Wall

And everybody's bouncing off the wall...

"Hold on, baby," Billie grunted, wrapping his arms around my chest; his forearms grazing my excited nipples. "Let's get these fucking blankets out of here," he breathed, hastily wrapping one of his legs around the mound of blankets and propelling them onto the floor into one, giant pile. He was so strong as it was, and the adrenaline that coursed through his veins in the throes of our passion seemed to make him un-fucking-stoppable. I was so wet and ready for him; I felt like an unstable ocean tide trying to hold back an impending detrimental tsunami.

Just as I was adjusting to the extraordinary sensation of the warmth of his skin against my bare chest, he pulled me backwards onto his thirsty erection. The sensation was overwhelmingly breathtaking, but I somehow managed to moan pitifully loudly. I wasn't expecting to feel him inside me so quickly and suddenly. With the way things had been going, I thought for sure he would've made me beg for it first. Perhaps more of that was to come. 

"Holy shit," he gasped, digging his calloused fingertips into my soft hips and tenderly lowering me back down onto the cozy mattress. I loved how he fit perfectly inside me; his length and girth filling me up completely to my very soul. I shook uncontrollably as I backed myself up into him further; the cheeks of my ass quivering fervently with pleasure against his lower abdomen. I felt dangerously close to the edge already, and I knew it wouldn't take me long at all to fall completely over it. Desire flooded my veins and came out in the form of long, roaring moans.

"Oh, fuck," I cried, burying my face into the mattress with embarrassment.

"No, no, baby...let it go, fucking moan for me. I want to hear you," he murmured desperately, reaching down to grab ahold of my long, black hair with one hand while the other clung to my waist for dear life. He hadn't even begun thrusting yet and I was falling further and further into oblivion by the second. "Please, baby," I moaned, rolling my hips back onto his cock for some kind of friction.

"Please, baby, what?" he asked through heavy breaths, pretending like he didn't know what the hell I was talking about. He knew damn well, though.

"Jesus Christ, Billie, please fuck me!" I sobbed into the sheets, helplessly reaching my arms out in front of me for something - anything - that I could touch that would remind me that I was still human and on planet earth. There wasn't even a blanket on the bed anymore.

"Alright, baby girl...since you asked so nicely," he panted, passionately pushing his length into me until the slapping noise of his balls on my clit signaled that he couldn't possibly go further. As they slapped my center of pleasure, I thought about how they felt so heavy and filled-to-the-brim with a massive, warm load just for me. I couldn't wait.

Literally, I couldn't wait much longer. My orgasm was creeping up on me so fast.

"You're so warm," he moaned desperately, guiding me painfully slowly onto his erection. "You're so wet and tight for me, too...I fucking love it. God, you feel like heaven, Adie," he whispered, beginning to thrust in and out of me with more speed. I could feel my smooth, hungry walls clutching his erection tightly from base to tip like a noose with each thrust.

His swollen, perfectly-rounded mushroom head was kissing all the sensitive ridges of my g-spot in perfect time over and over as he thrusted into me, and I was hanging on by a thread.

"Baby, I'm so close," I whimpered, reaching down between my legs to rub my clit.

"Ah, ah, ah, baby...no, no," he murmured in a most satirical tone. Pulling my hand behind me towards him and using my back to press down on it firmly with his own hand, he continued ramming into me. "You won't come until I say so. Do you understand?" he purred, his soft voice nearly drowned out by the sound of my moans and the wet sounds of sex flooding the room.

Fuck. Now I knew how he felt every time he had to wait on me to give him permission to release. Waiting was so agonizing. Unfortunately, I didn't feel like I could wait. I was right there. Hanging onto the ledge with just the tip of my finger.

Little did I know that that's exactly what he was going to use to push me over that ledge.

I opened my mouth to answer him, but no words came out; only pleas. My mind was completely elsewhere, and for a fucking good reason.

"What's the matter, baby? Cat got your tongue?" he murmured mockingly in my ear as he rested himself on my back, thrusting into me with more force. "Well, here, let's see if this will make you talk," he continued, beginning to trace gentle circles around my bulging clit with his index finger.

That long, delicious index finger. It was trouble and I knew it.

'Baby, please, I can't..." I started to object as the circles he traced on my clit made me see shapes of my own: stars. "You can't what, baby?" he pressed, panting heavily; impeccably increasing the strides of his finger and cock. I could tell he was struggling to hold back his own orgasm.

Shit. I was slipping away quickly under the current of pleasure that surrounded me. I wasn't going to last another second. I felt my legs began to shake violently at my sides, slowly falling further and further apart from one other. What felt like a cascading river of hot lava roared through my groin like the softest blanket and hit me hard, sending tingles through every nerve in my body. The point of no return.

And, just like that, off the ledge I fell. Just as I had fallen for Billie over 22 years ago, and just how I fell for him all over again every day.

My orgasm met me with remarkable force; leaving me a shuddering, screaming, and sobbing heap of a mess on our bed. As I laid there, struggling to breathe, its effects dissipated some; unbinding me from the immobile position I had found myself in just moments before. Feelings of chaos and bliss overwhelmed all my senses as his finger continued to push against me ever-so-lightly. Unfortunately, those feelings were all-too-quickly fleeting once I realized that I had fucked up.

"I'm sorry, baby," I whispered with what little air I had in my lungs; turning my head and bracing myself for the undoubtedly harsh punishment I knew was coming.

"You should be," Billie whispered, arms now folded across his chest; green eyes piercing my heart like a switchblade knife. His erection stood proud, throbbing intimidatingly underneath him; now coated with a creamy, thick layer of my fluids.

"I didn't tell you that you could come, did I?" he asked, studying me with less-than-empathetic eyes.

"No, honey, you didn't...I'm so sorry," I murmured, feeling my cheeks flush. Unfortunately for me, it wasn't from the orgasm still. "It just felt so good," I objected softly, my voice trailing off of each word.

He shook his head slightly at me disapprovingly. "Fuck, yeah, it did. You made quite the mess, though," he scolded softly, gesturing towards his manhood. "You dripped all over my cock. Now, baby girl, you have to clean it up," he murmured, moving towards me on his knees. Grabbing a tuft of my hair, he pulled my head down towards his coated, weeping, and harshly throbbing manhood.

"I didn't mean to disappoint you, honey," I whispered, meeting his commanding stare and briefly running my nails on the underside of his balls.

"I know, baby," he cooed, drastically adjusting his tone with me. "Be a really good girl for me, do as I say, and I'll see what I can do for you," he advised, nestling his hands in my hair. "Now, open up," he whispered, a sly smirk emerging on his glowing face.