Honey Love

akadoe:

“How do you want to fuck me?”’

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“I don’t know you really at all. I mean, I have no basis to know to go left, or right.”
 
“I don’t like that answer…”

 I thought for a minute trying to weigh the implications of her question, versus my habit of just feasting. I smiled and started again.
 
I want to make a meal, and teach you in this learning part.  I want to kiss you softly, then hard, and watch your response.  I want to know how hard I can pull your nipple, and if you throw your head back and moan, I’m on the right path. Right? When I hold your wrists above your head, and my eyes burn into yours, red faced and quite dangerous in the moment, will you surrender easily, or will I need to slap you until you swear at me and yield?.  When I slip fingers inside you, I want to know exactly how many I’ll need, and just how hard you can manage my thrust.

“I want to know how you move when you’re on top of me, and what I need do to  make you beg.  How long I can tease…with just the head of my cock before you squeal in desperation, thrusting down, hard around me, and I’m curious to see your reaction when I take your ass.  

Do you lock-up with what soars through you when my hand takes your throat hard, or do you pause and ask me to be gentle?  Do you white knuckle my hair, pulling my face as close to your flesh when I work at and bite your nipple hard, or is it merely a sigh?  Will my calling you a filthy and disgusting little slut cause your cunt to spasm, your heart to pound, and bear down on your orgasm even harder…or will you try your best to work around those words?  If I ignore logic and safe-sex to feel myself buried deep inside your body…will you scream and be furious…or will you hold me so tightly, mouth wide, reveling in the imagery and sensations of my pumping my seed deep inside you?  Do you come hardest with fingers, toys or cock?  When I tell you not to touch yourself…the demand you cum…will you curl with the intensity of relentless spasms…or look blankly at me and whisper, “Huh?” 

I want to learn everything about you.

“Three.”

“Excuse me?” I ask. She leans in closer and whispers in my ear.

“I’d like to start with three fingers inside me.  The rest you’ll have to figure out any way you want.”