30th January 2019
I straddled him. My hair was loose. It was cut straight across at the level of my lower back. It was hanging forward, hiding my face, except for my eyes, which she was holding shut tight. I was being careful about his manhood, leaving it alone so far. On his back meant fun for him, taking my time.
He had to push his anxiety away. It would be easier for him to get up and take care of an emergency if I wasn't on top of him. He had to forget about that. Some of our best nights had been with her on top taking her sweet time.
One thing he loved that I sometimes did was to align our nipples and rub. Mine would be hard and his would be too. He didn't know if I would do that. In an ideal world, I would do everything i had ever done with him. Alas, There was too much. I was dragging my hair across his eyes. Kiss me, he thought, anguished, because I wasn't going to, he knew. I lightly bit his shoulder. I was lowering myself more. He was frantic.
He drove himself harder into me. I was whining with pleasure and that was good. I knew I would end again right away.
He kept on, slowing himself. He pushed my knees up higher. He was almost there and so was I, again.
And then the knot at the root of his manhood dissolved in fire, melting. He moaned when it happened. Then i was gasping, trying to say something. I was telling him to stop. I had ended a second time and i wanted him to stop.
We disengaged, shaking.
