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It’s been one of those weeks. The kind that drives you mad with stress, with work, with lack of sleep. I feel tight inside, itchy, like I can’t breath. Every nerve standing on end as though waiting…And so I wait.
Days go by and the pressure keeps building. We barely talk. We don’t kiss. Too caught up in everything else that needs to be done. Yet all the while my clothes become too constrictive, and my skin starts to burn.
I look at you from moment to moment, flashes of our last fuck chucked between school board meetings and electricity bills. If you would stop for a second and look, maybe you’d see it. Maybe you’d understand. But you don’t, and I begin to pant.
I run my fingers through my hair. It’s still slippery from my morning shower, and the cool wetness of it sliding between my fingers is a distraction. I look at you again. Hoping.
The heat rushes up my neck to my cheeks, flushing them a soft crimson. Silently, I will you to look up from your books. Maybe if I stare long enough, concentrate hard enough, I’ll be able to control your mind. Like telekineses or magic. I struggle not to laugh out loud. I’ve officially gone crazy.
I hear the blood rushing in my ears, so I close my eyes to block out your image, thinking that’ll help. But it doesn’t, and I see you naked instead. Your hands on my thighs, spreading them roughly. Yanking my clothes off and positioning me on the edge of my desk, your cock poised and dripping.
Still, you make me wait. I whimper, wiggling my hips forward, an invitation. I can feel my own desperation gushing out, dribbling between the cheeks of my ass. I reach out to grab you, to force you inside me. But as my thumb brushes the glistening drop of your pre-cum, I feel a hand on my shoulder.
And it’s you. Not my fantasy You, but the real, physical, fuckable you. Before you can say anything I stand and begin to kiss you. Desperately, hungrily. I don’t give you a chance to protest or to catch your breath. My body is too insistent to care about such niceties.
For a second you try to pull away, but I don’t let you. I wrap my arms around your neck, dig my fingers into your hair and tunnel my tongue between your lips. Finally the tension in your body shifts. It’s the exact moment I’ve been waiting for. Something deep, something primitive in me responds, and I practically growl my appreciation.
Roughly and without hesitation you find my wrists and pin them behind me. It’s your tongue’s turn to explore. As you push into my mouth I can feel your own urgency building. You lick at my teeth, the top of my mouth, biting my lips and nibbling at everything. It’s no longer a kiss, but an invasion, a display of dominance. Your body crowds over mine, and I thankfully yield to its pressures.
You let go of my wrists to pull up my skirt and drop us to the floor. I greedily fumble at your belt, undoing your pants and pushing your clothes down past your knees. You don’t bother to take off my panties, but push them aside instead.
Then suddenly, without warning or preamble, your mouth finds the sensitive hollow where my neck meets my shoulder and you bite down – hard. Every muscle in me tenses with the unexpected flash of radiating pain. And you use that moment of vulnerability, that one moment when my world seems to splinter into a thousand pieces of kaleidoscopic light, to plunge your cock all the way to my core.
Time stops, becomes measured by your thrusts. My hips rise and fall to match your desires. I claw at your back, bury my face against your chest. You lift my legs to get a deeper angle, and I feel my own orgasm raging to the surface. Your fingers sink into the flesh of my hips, and I lean up to kiss you again, wanting to take your very breath into my lungs.
Your moan against my lips lets me know how close you are, so I intensify my efforts, relaxing my thighs and opening myself up completely. I mold my hips against yours as my lust coalesces into one single thread of mounting sensation.
And then you stop, pressing yourself in deep, just pinning me there – and I know what you’re going to do. I whimper even before you do it. Your wicked smile gives it away as you lower your mouth to my ear.
“Say it.” You whisper.
I shake my head no. You press into me again, pinning my hips harder to the floor, rubbing your pelvis against my clit.
“Say it or I’ll stop.” You punctuate your words with gentle licks, flicking the hot tip of your tongue along the line of my jaw, darting into my ear. I try to press against you, try to give myself the release I desperately need, but I can’t. Embarrassment washes over me, and I know you’ve won.
“Please fuck me…” I manage to say between panting breaths. You pull out and thrust back in once, twice.
“Keep going. I know you’re my little slut. Don’t hide it from me. Show me. Tell me. I want you to keep begging for my cock until you cum.”
Tears of frustration sting my eyes, the kind of frustration only honestly revealed secrets can bring. I feel the last of my emotional shields slip and I begin to beg. Words tumble from my lips onto your skin before I can stop them. Words not meant to be spoken out loud.
You reward each of my confessions. The faster I speak, the more you fuck – the more you fuck, the faster I speak. I beg and I beg until I can’t hear myself beg anymore. I beg until the words erupt from a part of my soul I didn’t know existed. Harder, faster, louder we spin.
My body begins to shake, to come apart in your arms. I feel the first wave of your orgasm fill me, and I’m on fire. Your possessive grunts of pleasure and approval fill the spaces around us, overpowering my “please’s” and “Master’s” and “more’s”. Then without my consent you drag me ferociously over the edge of my own abyss.
I plunge. I fall. I fight to stay alive.
But eventually I reawaken knowing that I’ll be able to control myself now…At least until next week.
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