Saturday’s Lazy, Slow Build

"I wanted to wake you with my cock early this morning. But you were sleeping so soundly and it seemed like you had a hard time going to sleep last night."

"You should have done it."

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"I'm going to have lunch. Do you want to eat and snuggle and watch something with me?"

"What are you eating?"

"Korean noodles."

"OK."

We ate, watched, and then fell asleep.

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"What are you doing?" His sweater and t-shirt were coming off.

"Coming to finally snuggle you." Pants were gone. He was in the bed.

"Oh, OK. I can work with that."

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Arms and legs entwined. Soft, gentle kisses.

"I'm not necessarily up for anything athletic...I love the heft of your breasts. Their weight is so perfect in my hand."

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"You like my fingers, don't you?"

"I might love your fingers most of all."

"Does that hurt?"

"No, why?"

"It's so tight." I relaxed my cunt and then tightened again. Over and over. He laughed and said I paralyzed him.

"You like it when I squeeze your cock like that."

"Yes, yes I do."

I rolled to my back, pulled his head into my shoulder and wrapped my hand around his cock. And then I came, squeezing, rolling, bucking, moaning. I came all over those fingers that I love so much.

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He slid into me, at first fucking slowly and deeply. And then his athleticism took over. My left ankle was hitched up over his shoulder as he slammed ever deeper, grazing my cervix with the tip on every stroke. So deep. So hard. The skin of our pelvises smacked together, the cracking sound reverberating throughout the room.

First the left nipple was between his teeth. Then the more sensitive right. He bit hard, eliciting a scream. Holding my hip down he continued his forceful fucking. A finger or two on my clit and again I came, with a power I thought would force him from my pussy. And once more.

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Later I licked his cock clean, as I so often do when we're finished. Taking care, I lavished every millimeter of skin from the tip to the balls with my tongue.

"You've always liked my cock. When did you decide to love my cock? Seems like sometime in the past year."

"I don't know exactly. But I learned my lesson. For years you told me that you needed to feel like I desired you and I failed. This is how I can show you. Not just your cock, though, all of you. I desire all of you. I hope I show you that enough."

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Desire ain't just a U2 song. It's that hot, powerful, explosive emotion that can turn the laziest of Saturdays into, well, this.

Republished with permission from Always Each Other. Want to see your true tale of lust on Fleshbot? Contact us. Photo by John B. Root.