... his cock.

And it's a gorgeous cock, too. Straight with a large, shapely head, it's been in my pussy, my mouth, my ass. The ridges rub my most sensitive spots and are a curiosity for my tongue. I explore them every chance I get. He likes that, especially when I take my time, which is always. I'm never in a hurry.

He also takes his time. At the moment, pushing into me almost painfully slow, spreading my small, inner lips with that satin-smooth end of his cock. Desirous and wet as I am, it penetrates me easily, yet somehow he tells me I'm tight. He stops not half way in, pulls all the way out, waits a beat, then enters again. While this technique is nothing new, I enjoy it every time. The gentle stretch, the fullness, the heat of that hard cock pleases me to no end. I don't have to move my hips at all because I already have my legs spread wide, held back with my hands. The angle is perfect.

Our eyes lock, the gaze held without blinking. I sense he senses the sensations we each feel between our legs and between our ears, as if he's me and I'm him, which is pure fantasy on my part, but one that stimulates my mind as much as my crotch. How else would he know exactly how to move that gloriously hard cock inside me if he didn't have a way to feel what I feel? Then again, what sends tingles through my body and mind might do the same for him.

Suddenly, with one smooth shove, all of that cock fills me. My mouth opens, my eyes flutter. The weight of his body against mine is a comfort, not a burden. Then he's withdrawing, leaving behind a void I must have filled. My eyes flare then roll up in my head when he plunges into me again. This time he lands with a more force, pressing firmly with his balls against my ass. Lovely balls they are, filled with potent stuff for me. Amazing they don't get damaged the way he thrusts. He doesn't pound me into the mattress. Nonetheless, there's not much room between him and me for those precious jewels.

After some frisky in and out, he returns to the shallow strokes. Now and then, he barely gets beyond my opening. His cock head moves how far? A quarter inch? A half, maybe? It slips ever so slightly toward me where I welcome it with my juicy heat only to have him pull back. This move he repeats and repeats, stopping and starting, leaving me with an ache in my core that will only be satisfied when I'm stuffed full of his cock.

He watches my reaction as he probes slightly deeper. Surely he can see my eagerness for all of it. He pulls out. Stops. Just the tip of his cock touches my labia. I hold my breath. Then his cock eases between my folds, deeper, deeper, deeper, until I release a throaty moan. No sooner does a wave of pleasure radiate from my vagina than I'm gasping as he completely withdraws from me. Again, it's not new or different, but always a strange surprise.

"Fuck me," I demand.

He's confident as he pulls my legs down, turns me over, then hauls my ass up off the bed. I not only allow him to handle me this way, I welcome it because I know I'm safe, that I won't be abused. This is the benefit of years with the right person who wants what I want.

With the same self-assurance, he stuffs his cock into my pussy. Nothing half way this time. He goes deep. I groan into the pillow, turning my head to the side so he can see my face bloom with pleasure. His hands grab my ass, spread it. He's watching his cock plunge into me. I arch my back to enhance that view, glimpsing his face, thrilled by his thrill. Soon I'm panting as his pumps me with steady, driving strokes. His balls brush against my clit, but I'm not on the way to an orgasm. That's for another session. This one is for fucking and fucking me is what he's doing. As if there's any doubt, his hands grasp my shoulders for him to pull me back against that stiff shaft.

He stops, which is good because I relish the moments in between. The crazy realization that a part of him, his cock specifically, is parked inside me. Wow, how great is that? Oh, it's awesome. It's warm and hard and pulsing. Best of all, it rubs all the right spots without me doing a thing!

He pulls out again, but that's okay. He turns me over onto my back. I'm quick to get my legs open and back, angling my hips, offering my pussy for both our enjoyment. That gorgeous cock disappears into me but not before he takes a long look at my glistening pussy. Nice to know he appreciates my personal care down there.

There's the weight of him one more time. My pussy full of cock, balls against my ass, and the heft of the man they belong to pressing against me. Please, I want to say, fuck me for an hour, fuck me as long as you want, don't stop fucking me until I beg. Instead, I look down for what little I can see of his manhood beyond my mound. That's a good thing. It means the rest is inside me, where it belongs. Then I look up at his face. His eyes catch mine. Uh, oh. Now I'm going to get it.

Give it to me he does. A steady rhythm of varied strokes that have everything to do with his orgasm, for which I'm so lusty that I begin to sweat. More wet seeps down my ass, drawn out of me by the larger head on the end of his shaft. Darn, I'm eager for his release. I know it will happen but not exactly when. I'm ready. I'm willing. I'm hotter by the minute, all the way to my nipples, all the way to my knees.

"Cum for me," I whisper.

He slows to stare at my face.

"Cum for me," I repeat.

Pounding thrusts that jolt my tits are followed by his own growl. Fifteen seconds later? Maybe less? I hear him.

"Oh, fuck, yes, Jen."

Then I feel him. That marvelous cock fills me completely. Then I see him. His face contorts, grimaces. I feel him again, the weight atop me. I see him. Eyes squeeze shut then snap open. I feel the swelling pulse of his cock, and a quick second later, the steamy gush of his semen. With just a wry grin, I gently squeeze his cock with my vagina, just enough to hold him there. He grinds against me, pulls back a little against my grip, grinds some more. Another throb. More wet. Another throb.

He looks at me. I look at him. This isn't love. This is trust. I trust him to give me my pleasure as he takes his. With respect. He knows the boundaries. He knows how much I need what he does for me.

He slips out of me, lies sideways across the bottom of the bed. My legs relax, slide down flat. I smell a hint of sweat. I see my slight mound is shiny. Just beyond, my crotch remains hot, wet. Dare I say ready for more? Oh, it would be easy for that cock to penetrate me again, to slide between my lips now slippery with juice and the semen that will soon seep between them.

I want to tell him to fuck me whenever he wants. He already knows. I never say no. I can't say no.

He sits up, pushes one of my legs to the side, looks at my pussy. I prop myself on one elbow. I move my free hand down, slipping a finger tip between lips, immediately feeling his cum on it. I bring that finger to my mouth, taste his cum, swallow it.

As much as he knows, he knows what I'll do next. I'll cup one hand over my pussy so his cum doesn't drip out as I shift down the bed and take his cock into my mouth. I'll suck that wonderful cock with care, getting the last drops of this batch from it, savoring the salty taste.

Soon he'll be fully erect again. Then he'll fuck me once more time, good and hard, not too hard, just good and hard. No more silent fucking. He'll talk dirty to me the whole time. Telling me what a great fuck I am. How much he loves my tight pussy. All the details of a good fucking. He'll cum in me again, leaving me a proper mess in the middle of the bed reeking sex and semen.

Just the way I like it.

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Hope you enjoyed.

Be safe, stay sexy.

Jen.