Male dominant, female submissive
She stirred in her sleep, turning onto her side, and as she rested, he settled in behind her, embracing her with both arms. She pushed her ass into him and invited the “big spoon” to get a bit spoonier.
He brushed aside the hair at the back of her neck and planted a groggy kiss against the nape of her neck.
She arched her back just a little bit more.
He pressed his hips against her lower back.
She felt the start of an erection, prompting her to wiggle her ass, just the slightest bit.
The next kiss against the nape of her neck was far less groggy. His arms around her squeezed her close to him. He exhaled against her ear.
She pressed her behind backward.
His left hand found her right breast and he grasped it. Hard.
She whimpered.
He grew harder.
Another kiss was delivered, in the spot where shoulder turns to neck. She sighed.
His right fingers traced along her ribs.
She shook her ass again, prompting him to squeeze her breast anew.
She gasped.
His right hand delivered a spanking.
She cried out.
He spanked again and she grasped to the arm around her, bracing for further impact.
Slowly, but with increasing intensity, he swatted her bottom.
Her breathing started to grow faster.
He paused the assault. With his fingertips, he traced down her body, along the pink marks of her left butt cheek, starting at the small of her back. When he reached the crack of her ass, his fingers scooped, probing. He wasn’t surprised to find her sex wet and inviting.
Three fingers pressed against her sex, spreading her lips, working their way to her clitoris.
She bucked, biting into the arm around her, when he pressed.
He responded to the bite, taking her earlobe between his teeth and growling into her ear before sliding his thumb into her while circling around the ever-sensitive button with three, hard-pressed fingers.
She gasped, rolling onto her stomach, pulling her sex out of his reach. So he swatted her left-butt cheek.
He pulled his arm out from under her as he spanked her, yet again. She put both of her hands over her ass cheeks.
“Oh, that’s cute,” he chuckled, taking both of her hands into one of his, holding them together against the small of her back, and delivering the hardest spanking of the morning.
She cried out.
He used his fingers to spread her legs and reached to her pussy once again. Her body began to convulse as soon as his fingers reached her clitoris this time. She bit into the pillow, stifling a scream.
“Wake the neighbors, fuck it,” he said, pulling the pillow out from under her face.
“Goddammit,” she yelled, her body in a seemingly ceaseless spasm as his fingers worked her.
He slowed and eased his touching of her sex and she started to rise to her knees.
“Wait,” she said, as he started to kneel between her legs. “I want to see you cum.”
He grabbed a shoulder and turned her over. Planking himself above her body, he leaned down, bit her bottom lip, and then entered her. Her legs wrapped around him, her fingernails bit into his back. He pulled his head away from hers.
For a second, they locked stares before she, again, trembled, closing her eyes as she held her body to his.
He stopped pumping, holding himself hard against her hips, his cock as deep as he he could get it.
For a minute, they lay together, her body giving uncontrolled little twitches.
And then he stared to pump again.
As if attempting a yoga pose, he arched his back, taking her left nipple between his lips and sucking for a second, before a growl emanated from within him.
She squeezed his body with all of her might. “Look at me,” she whispered.
Her nipple was released from his lips, and he looked into her eyes.
His orgasm mounted.
For minutes, they stared into one another’s eyes as their breathing wound down.
Eventually, he started to grow limp. She whimpered as he fell out of her.
“What is it, today?” he asked, moving his body next to hers and pulling her into an embrace.
“Oh, we finish painting this bedroom. Then furniture shopping,” she responded, “we need a bed so you can properly tie me up.”