It had been two long ass weeks in between sex sessions with Tex and I was getting a bit testy. Monday evening I was in the post office when he called; I let it go to VM and listened to the message a little bit later. (He tends to be on the chatty side.) Thank GAWD I wasn’t driving because I nearly dropped the phone. It wasn’t that he said a lot of filthy things … it was that I had never heard him use such language before. He asked me to come over before I went home after work and to not worry about cleaning up, because maybe after the things he wanted to do to me, I’d want to clean up then.
Then he told me that he wanted to stick his tongue deep in my pussy and make me come until I couldn’t come anymore. Sold!
But, first, I had to get my nails done. :p Apparently putting him off like that was the thing to do, because the man was like a caged tiger by the time I got to his place. He took the time to hang up my coat but told me that my panties would be thrown on the floor. Next thing I knew, I was on my back, on his bed, naked from the waist down, his face was between my thighs and his hands were on my breasts. Damn.
When he finally let me up, several orgasms later, I was exhausted. He, of course, was energized, and fucked me for more than 20 minutes. At the outset he said he hoped he didn’t come too soon … ummm yeah, not an issue. The sex was amazing, although my inner thigh muscles were sore the next day. LOL Afterwards, we cuddled and talked (awww, I know, lol) then I ended up on top of him.
Now, I’ve been trying to convince Lauren of the joys of woman-on-top sex and let me tell you, seeing his eyes roll back in his head was worth every millisecond of insecurity that I felt. I love the power of being on top and in charge, of seeing that slow satisfied smile on my partner’s face, of being stimulated inside and out. Sigh. Fantastic.
I was starting to worry that Tex was just a missionary man … next up will be doggy style. Although, then, I couldn’t ogle his hotness. Hmmm, decisions, decisions …
With a well placed mirror, you could indeed ogle till your heart’s content. Or your pussy’s content. Whichever happens first.
And I don’t think there’s a better position than reverse cowgirl and the woman working her hips and down, bouncing away.
Wowzers…