Tackling Communication
My partner is strikingly alluring. Incredibly tantalizing, in fact. When I initially encountered her, she was wearing a pair of high-heeled boots with jeans that crafted a striking picture for the most enticing derrière I've ever come across. Throughout a couple of dates, I observed how fortunate it was that she combined intelligence with sex appeal. I'd never had a fancy for redheads prior to this. However, after transcending the shyness of being with a new sexual partner, her spontaneity and eagerness made her a delightful match for me.
For reasons I cannot comprehend (although I place the blame on the patriarchy), she's never displayed verbosity about her preferences, expectations, or what feels good at the moment. Her quasi-verbal communication (moaning, etc.) is immensely alluring, as she does, in truth, surrender to lust at times. There remains nothing more erotic than a woman (my woman, exclusively) transcending diffidence from demure reserve into unbridled, uninhibited cravings for pleasure. She is delightfully at ease about what feels good. I have always aspired that she, through recurring exposure, would, in time, recognize how captivating I find her when she forfeits control and begins to articulate herself with words.
A week or so ago, we had both been traveling, fatigued and jet-lagged for roughly three weeks. I typically find it difficult to be near her due to my desires to frequently indulge in risqué encounters, but after three weeks, I was consumed with desire. A pleasant February day preceded this; her voluminous sweaters and sporty bras of winter were exchanged for a skintight pair of jeans and a white tank top that accentuated the curvature of her back, the slope of her neck, and her perfect breasts.
I had ventured to the gym early, anticipating that a workout would subdue my energy and temper my budding libido. Nevertheless, upon reentering the front door, her silhouette against the sun elicited the downfall of my plan. Her nipples were just perceptible through the fabric of her tank top, and my imagination immediately filled with fantasies of pulling her body against mine and licking her nipples vigorously, caressing them with my lips and tongue. However, I attempted to put the highly stimulating notion of licking and nibbling her breasts out of my mind. I would have to manipulate the economic landscape intelligently to make this successful.
I traversed the living room and tightly embraced her from the rear, my right arm looping across her chest and lifting her towards me. My erect penis pressed against her posterior as I kissed her neck. Initially, she attempted to pull away but promptly descended into me as I kissed from her neck's base to her nape. She pivoted to face me and locked lips with mine, and we spent several moments kissing. I am often plagued by confusion when my wife's body is within reach, as time seems to evaporate when she's involved.
I broke away and a perplexed expression graced her face. "What is happening? What was that all about?" she inquired, with a hint of discomfort.
"I've had some thoughts revolving around my head lately; I was presenting you with a teaser. I have a plan for tonight, but I'll require your assistance," I retorted facetiously. "I'm planning to demonstrate the rest a bit later."
Throughout the afternoon, while running errands and undergoing mundane tasks, I made a conscious effort to maintain sexual tension. While driving in the car and running my hand along her thigh, while kissing the back of her neck under the sun's rays in the backyard, and stating how alluring she appeared in her jeans. It is remarkably simple to retain two states (on and off) when drawn together for a protracted period, so I aimed to ensure we did not lapse into "off" mode. It appeared to be effective because she cradled my rear and, as I was kissing her neck, she touched my groin to assess if I was aroused. I was.
As nighttime ensued, I informed her, "I have a strategy for tonight's events, but I'll necessitate your assistance."
"Really? What does that entail?"
"I intend to try something unlike anything we've experienced before, but you will need to trust me. I would never initiate something you would dislike, but I'm seeking your cooperation. I am not interested in made-for-impression resistance, so please feel free to refuse if you oppose," I revealed. "I'm planning to carry out activities that will excite me and are incredibly sensuous. Are you up for it?"
She debated. "Ummm...okay. I'm unsure whether it's due to the extended absence of sexual encounters or because you've been turning me on all day, but okay. I'm prepared. When do we launch?"
"Now, if you're ready," I responded.
"So, later on, I'll guide you through what I expect from you. For now, listen carefully. Starting tonight, I'll tell you what I want you to do, and you'll do it if you can. It's important to remember that this is all about turning me on as much as possible. Here's how we'll begin. You'll need to get creative using the knowledge you have about me. Imagine if your goal was to make me really want you. How would you prepare for that? I've provided some hints for you. When you're ready, come into the bedroom so I can inspect you."
She got up and said, "What now?"
"I want you to stand at the foot of the bed. This will give me a chance to check you out."
Walking into the room, I was amazed by her sexiness. I've known many beautiful women, but she's the sexiest one I've ever seen. She'd worn sheer black stockings, a semi-bra top, and a long-sleeve lace cover that stopped at her waist. She'd even put on some high heels I hadn't given her. This only added to her seductive aura.
After finding my way around the bed, I could smell her and see the contrast between her skin and the black lingerie. I examined her.
"Looks great. Really great."
She straightened up, showing off her long legs in silk and her top in lace, drawing my attention to her bare stomach. I kissed her, and with one hand, I squeezed her behind. She gasped as I guided her hips into mine.
"Tell me what's next."
I pulled my hand away from her and drew closer to her pelvis. I felt soft hair underneath. Instead of rushing to pleasure her, I focused on keeping her excited.
"This is a new playing field, so I'll give you some instructions. I'm in charge of making decisions but I want to hear your voice. I'll tell you what I want, and you always have the choice to tell me what you want. If I'm doing something you like, continue what I'm doing. If I stop, tell me what you want."
And so I kissed her, not wanting to fall into our usual pattern of sex. As we started to become aroused, biting each other's lips, she whispered, "Lay down on the bed, facing down. Get comfortable and spread your legs."
Following my instructions, she curled her body slowly onto the bed. She lifted her head to the side. I took it as a sign for her to continue. She started waiting by moving her hands up and down the length of her vagina while softly caressing her clitoris.
"Are you wet? Do you need lube?"
"Mmm..." she murmured.
So what's the game? I'll guide you tonight and leave you some hints. As long as you're following my directions, I'll keep going. Now tell me, what do you want me to do to you now?"
"Turn me around so I can face you."
I complied and we stared at each other for a moment. Her desire was apparent, heavy on every word she spoke, every movement she made, and every touch we shared. Knowing that she was enjoying the change in control and feeling my skin under her fingers was new and exciting. She reached for my belt, undid it slowly, and then took control of the urge to unzip my pants, signaling her desire to please me.
I had previously made a game out of foreplay, so she continued teasing my penis, then touched it gently with her mouth before relaxing into slow, deep kisses on my belly. Seconds later, she was well positioned in front of me, unlocking my shorts, pulling them off, and releasing me.
She silenced me with her lips as her tongue traveled down my torso. Pause. "Suck my nipple," she whispered.
Receiving the command, I continued. She alternated between licking and sucking my nipples as if intently studying each reaction. Suck hard, pierce the nipple, nibble it slightly while watching me.
"It turns me on so much... I love watching you do that."
Soon her mouth traveled further down until she breathed on my penis and slid it into her mouth. When she paused, her voice said, "Suck it harder. Lick it all over. Play with the balls." While pulling my penis slightly back, she flicked it with her tongue. Circling her tongue around my sensitive area, she explored the underside. I held her head to direct her mouth back towards my penis to continue sucking on it. She was in control.
I didn't want to seem demanding, so I asked her gently, "Do you want to use your fingers?"
Nodding, she wrapped her fingers around me and squeezed gently. Moving her hands up and down, she began to stroke gently, then applied more pressure. Her fingers made circles to stimulate me. She used one hand at the base of my torso, and the other around my jaw. Feeling her breasts against me, I noticed her heated breath on my skin. When she paused, I murmured, "Continue what you're doing."
"I want to get closer," she said. I lowered her to a comfortable position on her stomach as her hand gripped my penis.
"Okay, but using your mouth works better for me."
Switching positions, she must have read my thoughts. Kissing my stomach, her tongue traveled across the flesh towards my penis, which hummed in anticipation. Sucking softly, she cupped me with her hand, which I couldn't resist. Moving faster and faster, she reached the peak of pleasure until I came. She swallowed what was left on her lips and slowly raised her head.
"That felt great. You did exceptionally well."
"What's that? You've got something you need?"
"Yes, may I have some lube?"
"What's it for?"
".... so I can rub my vagina for you."
"Great." And I spread a bit of warmed lube on her hand she'd placed under covers.
She travelled her wet fingers through her sex again, this time emitting subtle sighs of satisfaction.
As I watched her growing more turned on and making small cries, I joined her on the bed, sitting just a foot away.
"Turn your head this direction," I said, and as she did, she noticed that I too had lube and was rubbing myself. My erection was getting more rigid as I stroked myself with one hand. She could see the excitement jump across her face as she increased her pace. "Do you enjoy watching me stroke my penis?"
"Yes."
"What was that?"
"Yes, I like watching you stroke your penis."
I experienced a rush of pleasure as she said this. She'd taken her other hand and was taking care of herself with two hands.
We watched each other play with ourselves separately, yet very much together. We encouraged each other to go harder. I stopped momentarily, but she begged,
"Please...keep stroking yourself...stroke your penis..."
This was getting too hot, so I switched directions.
"Would you like me to suck on your nipples while touching your vagina?"
Having the hang of it, she said, "Please. Please suck on my nipples."
"Turn over, sit up," and she took off her lace shirt and I unhooked her bra. "Continue what you're doing with your hand," I instructed. She stilled her hand for a moment before I took one of her nipples into my mouth.
"Unh..." she moaned as I switched between her nipples, rolling one with the lubed fingers of one hand while sucking gently on the other. She was really starting to breathe more rapidly. I moved to her other nipple, and then I stopped. Wet noises were coming from below as her hand went up and down. "Please continue sucking."
"What was that?"
A strained look, then the obvious feeling of letting go..."Suck my nipples. Suck them."
This was turning me on beyond belief. I had to hold back my excitement as I didn't want to make her come yet. So I resumed the attention to her nipple, rolling it between her fingers as I nibbled gently.
I stopped for a moment. "Don't come unless you have my permission first."
She sighed as I put more pressure on her nipple, but she adjusted her stroking. I pressed her hand flat against the bed while I leaned close to her and took my other hand, placing it on top of hers as she massaged her clit, slick with lube and her own fluid. I followed her hand and pressed down, causing her to emit louder groans.
"Take your hand off," I instructed, "I'll do it." Leaving her hand behind, I put my hand on top and gently put pressure on her clit.
This felt like she was prepared, like she was waiting for my command. "Stroke my vagina. Please."
"Please keep stimulating yourself," I said, and she complied with what I wanted. "Go faster, harder."
"Fuck!" she cried out, and as I increased my speed, so did her gasps and cries. I lengthened my fingers as she pressed forward and tightly gripped my arm, keeping it from moving. I increased the pressure as my hand got faster, and her cries echoed my movements.
She inquired, "Can I come now?"
I paused. "Yes...and no." As I lifted my hand from her, I began making my way down her body with my lips. I said, "You may come whenever you'd like, but first, I'd like you to watch me lick your vagina. Is that acceptable?"
"Yes, I want to watch you lick my vagina."
And with this, I slowly dragged my tongue down the length of her pussy, enjoying the taste of her. Enjoying the friction of the shortened pubic hair against my tongue. Admiring how the hair helped me see her wonderful pussy.
I was purposely moving slowly, trying to inspire her to say more. She filled the room with even more verbal encouragements, calling out "Lick my vagina," while she stared at me. "Fuck. Yes. Lick my vagina. Oh yeah, lick this faster," she gasped. "Lick my vagina faster. That's so good. Oh, lick," she said breathlessly. "Faster...lick...my...vagina...ohhhh...."
The sensation of her climax was building inside me now. I glanced up at her and noticed a deep intensity in her eyes that I had never seen before. She had difficulty managing to look at me, speak, and the waves of pleasure that were sweeping over her all at the same time, but it was incredibly seductive witnessing her attempt.
"Oh yes, oh yes, oh, lick me, lick my pussy, my pussy...lick it...lick it...lick...lick...LICK...AHHHHHHHHH" as she tore her gaze away from me and her hips started bumping into me as her orgasm washed over her and she was moaning at the top of her lungs. She kept coming as I continued licking, and she looked down as I slowed my pace, trying to give her maximum pleasure without going too far.
I was so aroused that my erection was pressuring the cock-ring I was wearing. I could not recall anything hotter in my life. I hoisted myself up and traced my penis over her pussy. "I'm going to fuck you now. Do you want me to fuck you?"
"Oh, please fuck me. Insert your cock inside me." And she seized my hips and pulled me right into her. She was so hot, so wet, so incredibly sexy. It felt so good that, for a rare moment, I was unable to come up with my own words.
I wanted this to last as long as possible. I was so aroused that I could have easily surrendered to my instincts and fucked her violently, but I also didn't want it to be over quickly, so I gradually reduced the speed of my thrusts. At first, I just controlled the speed, but eventually I tried to determine how sluggishly I could fuck her. My penis, as rigid as I'd ever felt it, seemed enormous. I imagined my rod cautiously sliding into her millimeter by millimeter, her wetness coating my penis and dripping off my shaved balls. Painfully slowly, I thrust myself into her, her pussy lips separating apart due to the base of my cock.
Then, just as leisurely, I started withdrawing, causing her to whine. I had been observing between us, witnessing my cock first disappear into, and then reappear from, the pink triangle of her crop-cut pubic hair, everything moistened with the evidence of her excitement. As I shifted away from our sex, she caught my eye.
"I adore it when you fuck me. I can feel every millimeter of your cock slipping into me. It's...uhhh....so....scorching....fucking...hot...." as I began, bit by bit, to speed up.
"Yes, keep that pace precisely...Oh my god. My pussy is the whole universe right now. Fuck! Uhn...
I lifted my hands beneath her legs and perched them on my shoulders. This elevated her buttocks off the mattress and made the sight of my penis in her pussy the focal point. As I kept up the same rhythm and speed, I reached out to the bedside table and scooped some warm lube with my thumb. I stopped pumping for a moment and started applying the lubricant to her clit. At first, I allowed the lube to drip off my thumb onto her pussy, then gently circled her wet, slippery clit to guarantee it was slick and smooth.
Her eyes rolled back as I resumed my slow, slow sex. "I want you to stroke yourself. Play with your own pussy while I fuck you."
She had no need to be urged twice. She stared hungrily at me as her hand moved between her legs, her fingers splayed with two on either side of her pussy. With the initial slow stroke of her palm, she splattered lube over her vulva. As she began to stroke in sync with my rhythm, my penis, and with both of us gazing at me sliding into her and her palm stroking, utterances began to escape her.
"Oh my god, your cock feels so great. Fuck, huuuhn....fuck! I need you to fuck me faster."
I slightly quickened the pace. Her breathing changed to one half gasp, half moan as she stroked herself so vigorously I could sense her fingertips collision with my penis when I plunged fully inside her.
"Do you enjoy it when I fuck you like this? When my penis penetrates your pussy?'
"Oh, yes. I so enjoy it when you fuck my pussy...ohhhhhhhhhHHHHH!"
Her second climax was imminent. I sensed she may still be holding back, maybe. I withdrew my penis to check if there was something else she wanted to divulge. I began to rub the head of my penis against her, prompting her to exclaim in delight.
"Do you like my cock?"
"Yeah...huhn...yeah...put it back inside me. Please put it back inside me."
I was then rubbing the entire shaft against her clit.
"You want me to fuck you? You want my cock?"
I sat near her lips, unmoving. Yet, her hand kept rubbing on either side of her clitoris, occasionally tracing circles on top of it. It seemed that she was both as turned on as I'd ever seen her and extremely aggravated.
"Yes," she moaned. "Fuck me."
I remained still.
"Fuck my pussy..." she whimpered, eagerly. I appeared as if I was about to thrust but didn't.
"Oh god!" she half-whispered, half-shouted, "Fuck my cunt! Fuck my cunt! Fuck my..." and her last repetitions were silenced under her rising scream as I brutally shoved my swollen dick inside her as deep as possible. Now I was thrusting with full vigor, the wet sounds of our intercourse, our bodies clashing together, her hand moving rapidly over her entire pussy coated in lube and her excitement. Within a few thrusts, her lips parted, and she murmured, "Oh fuck me...fuck me,,,,fuck me..." like a mantra.
"I'm going to cum...Fuck, I'm going to cum! CUMMING!"
The muscles of her pussy tightened around my dick as she began to climax, pushing me towards my climax too; I felt my entire body discard all sensation except for my penis sliding in and out of her. I was nothing but our sex, the noises that escaped from me along with the sperm from my cock were not words; they were simply raw feelings of conscious delight. I felt her continuing to climax as she gradually slowed the pace of her hand over her pussy, and my orgasm began to subside. Three, four, maybe five thrusts until we were both drained. On the last thrust, I grabbed her ass and pulled her forcefully against me, my penis as far inside her as it could be. I held her tight.
"I love it when you tell me what you want."
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