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DancingRaven
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I was bent over the edge of the bed, which was a mattress on top of a box spring sitting on the floor. I had gotten rid of the bed frame during the move because while the headboard had been convenient for restraints, it creaked too much and I was always afraid something would break. I didn't mind sleeping closer to the floor. There was a sense of security being rid of the space under the bed that was never used anyway. And I preferred this height for sex.
My knees were propped up on a medium-sized pillow, far enough apart for easy access but not too far as to go sliding off the sides. His warmth was behind me and inside of me as he held my arms behind my back on top of each other, pinning them together with one hand. His other hand was at my side, gripping my hip and pulling me towards him, making sure he was wearing me to the full length of his cock. My bare breasts rested on the microfiber sheets and my cheek squished against my face on the mattress with every forward thrust.
We were both breathing heavily, sticking with sweat from the effort and the few positions we had already explored before getting it this one. He was grunting and moaning in extreme pleasure and passion and I knew he was getting close. This excited me, knowing that I had been able to make him feel this good and being able to pleasure him fully, but not in a way that would move me closer to a climax.
What this position lacked in climactic energy it made up for in comfort and a general high. The rubbing of his phallus against my g-spot was like a spark of light when flint hits steel, but catching on nothing it burned off into the air in a wisp of smoke rather than alighting in flame. Tink! Fizzz... Tink! Fizzz... Like constant little sparks that kept me going and caused me to squeeze him in response every couple of thrusts as I was reminded of how good it felt.
If I had wanted to get off I would have asked him to rub my clit, or at least allow me one hand to do it myself. But I wanted this time to be focused solely on him and his pleasure. So long as I was comfortable and receiving sparks every once in a while, I didn't mind. All I wanted was for him to cum in the end and I would be satisfied. Plus, the way he had me restrained was excitement enough. Every time he felt a surge he would squeeze my wrist with one hand and my hip with the other, sending my heart up into the sky to kiss the moon and dance amongst the stars.
I had done this with him so many times before that reading his signs and knowing where he was in his climax had become almost natural. His dick was pulsing inside of me, stretching and prepping for a release. His grunts were becoming increasingly heavier, his moans more tonal, and I knew just what would send him over the edge.
"Cum for me, baby," I pleaded, looking back and catching his eyes for a fleeting moment before they rolled back and his body tensed. He quickly pulled out with a wet Pop! moving one hand from my hip to his cock and the other releasing my arms to set down on the mattress for support.
He hovered over me, his hand pumping up and down and immediately dripping warm cum on my ass before he could even make it to my back. I felt warm splashes falling in different places -- on my hands, across my arms, into the small of my back. I steadied my breathing, releasing the tension so that I could fully enjoy his finish, satisfaction falling in dewy drops across my back. He swiped the last bit across my asscheek and stood up, admiring his work.
I smiled. "The tissues are on top of the desk," I reminded him, the excitement waning and now beginning to feel gross and sticky, trapped in this position by the mess he had made.
The distinct sound of tissue being drawn from the box followed by a pause told me he was cleaning himself, and I waited patiently. Sure enough, after a moment I could sense him behind me and he began wiping the globs away thoroughly. I told him not to bother cleaning my hands since I could do that myself in the sink. He helped me up and I followed him to the bathroom, washing the stickiness out from between my fingers while he tossed the tissues in the bin.
"Is there anything you'd like me to do for you?" he asked. I thought for a moment while I dried my hands off on a towel.
"Yeah, actually." I returned back to the bedroom, repositioning the towel we had tossed on the floor back on the bed, perpendicular to it. I laid across it, allowing mg head to hang backwards off the edge as he walked in. "You know what I want," I said knowingly.
He hesitated but acknowledged my desire with a nod. "It might be hard for me but I'll do my best."
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My knees were propped up on a medium-sized pillow, far enough apart for easy access but not too far as to go sliding off the sides. His warmth was behind me and inside of me as he held my arms behind my back on top of each other, pinning them together with one hand. His other hand was at my side, gripping my hip and pulling me towards him, making sure he was wearing me to the full length of his cock. My bare breasts rested on the microfiber sheets and my cheek squished against my face on the mattress with every forward thrust.
We were both breathing heavily, sticking with sweat from the effort and the few positions we had already explored before getting it this one. He was grunting and moaning in extreme pleasure and passion and I knew he was getting close. This excited me, knowing that I had been able to make him feel this good and being able to pleasure him fully, but not in a way that would move me closer to a climax.
What this position lacked in climactic energy it made up for in comfort and a general high. The rubbing of his phallus against my g-spot was like a spark of light when flint hits steel, but catching on nothing it burned off into the air in a wisp of smoke rather than alighting in flame. Tink! Fizzz... Tink! Fizzz... Like constant little sparks that kept me going and caused me to squeeze him in response every couple of thrusts as I was reminded of how good it felt.
If I had wanted to get off I would have asked him to rub my clit, or at least allow me one hand to do it myself. But I wanted this time to be focused solely on him and his pleasure. So long as I was comfortable and receiving sparks every once in a while, I didn't mind. All I wanted was for him to cum in the end and I would be satisfied. Plus, the way he had me restrained was excitement enough. Every time he felt a surge he would squeeze my wrist with one hand and my hip with the other, sending my heart up into the sky to kiss the moon and dance amongst the stars.
I had done this with him so many times before that reading his signs and knowing where he was in his climax had become almost natural. His dick was pulsing inside of me, stretching and prepping for a release. His grunts were becoming increasingly heavier, his moans more tonal, and I knew just what would send him over the edge.
"Cum for me, baby," I pleaded, looking back and catching his eyes for a fleeting moment before they rolled back and his body tensed. He quickly pulled out with a wet Pop! moving one hand from my hip to his cock and the other releasing my arms to set down on the mattress for support.
He hovered over me, his hand pumping up and down and immediately dripping warm cum on my ass before he could even make it to my back. I felt warm splashes falling in different places -- on my hands, across my arms, into the small of my back. I steadied my breathing, releasing the tension so that I could fully enjoy his finish, satisfaction falling in dewy drops across my back. He swiped the last bit across my asscheek and stood up, admiring his work.
I smiled. "The tissues are on top of the desk," I reminded him, the excitement waning and now beginning to feel gross and sticky, trapped in this position by the mess he had made.
The distinct sound of tissue being drawn from the box followed by a pause told me he was cleaning himself, and I waited patiently. Sure enough, after a moment I could sense him behind me and he began wiping the globs away thoroughly. I told him not to bother cleaning my hands since I could do that myself in the sink. He helped me up and I followed him to the bathroom, washing the stickiness out from between my fingers while he tossed the tissues in the bin.
"Is there anything you'd like me to do for you?" he asked. I thought for a moment while I dried my hands off on a towel.
"Yeah, actually." I returned back to the bedroom, repositioning the towel we had tossed on the floor back on the bed, perpendicular to it. I laid across it, allowing mg head to hang backwards off the edge as he walked in. "You know what I want," I said knowingly.
He hesitated but acknowledged my desire with a nod. "It might be hard for me but I'll do my best."
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