I have a secret.
I lay in the bed and try to sleep but I cannot make myself close my eyes.
No.
I can feel him beside me on the bed, the heat from his body, the roughness of his skin on my soft skin, the gentle caress of his fingers on the nape of my neck.
The feel of his breath as it softly caresses my bare skin.
I close my eyes and inhale deeply, taking in his masculine scent that always makes me feel like a woman. Because it is so woody, dark notes and freshly rained on grass.
He gently presses himself on me from the back and I feel the whole of him. His body against me, my body moulding against his frame perfectly.
We don't say anything, just lay there, feeling each other, teasing each other.
I know he is looking at me.
He likes watching me, watching how he make me feel when he does things to my body, how my body responds to him; how I lose myself to him.
I like watching him too. The way he looks at me, his eyes following my every move I make, his predator like watchful gaze.
I like feeling like a prey, under his gaze.
It makes me feel so sinful and dirty when I want him to make me feel dirty, from inside out, for him to make me beg, for my body to betray me and come completely undone under his gaze.
I feel his fingers slowly move from my neck and go down slowly, raising Goosebumps on their wake. I try not to breathe hard, I don't want to show him that he is affecting me. That his touch is making me feel a pool of warmth in between my thighs.
Fingers on my skin, slowly caressing me and stopping right above the swell of my breast. A ghost touch around my nipple, a wet, barely there feel of lips on the nape of my neck.
I won't let him see that I can feel anything. Not tonight.
Just like the slow, round caress on my breast, the way he pinches my nipple is nothing gentle. I feel the twinge shoot straight in between my thighs and I bite my lip hard, to catch the whimper that almost escaped my lips.
I wet my lips and close my eyes, feeling him. Anticipating his next move.
He presses his length on me from the back and I can't help but whimper. He is so full and engorged, I can feel it pulsating.
It doesn't help that we have nothing separating us, we are skin to skin.
He makes a slow grinding move, in between my cheeks and I feel myself clench my things, trying to ease myself, but that only makes a wet sound, because I am so wet.
His right arm is underneath me. He slowly adjust himself and moves my body how I am completely bared to him, but also not on top of him neither.
He wraps his hand on my throat, slowly at first. His other hand work through my right nipple pinching it then rubbing.
I slide my legs on the sheet, the feel itself making me feel alive. The softness of them underneath, then his leg coming in between my thighs from behind.
He doesn't kiss me. I know he won't kiss me. Not tonight.
I know what I need to do. He is making me do it. He makes me do it when I have been a bad girl.
I guide my hand in between my wetness and when I touch myself, I whimper escapes my parted lips.
I feel his hand on top of mine. He wants to guide me.
My fingers make a circular motion on my clit, gathering the wetness and I shudder.
He removes my hand and I start to feel the loss but I don't say anything. I try to press my legs together but he stops me, his leg holding mine apart.
He takes my hand and brings it to his nose, smelling it.
My heart is beating so fast I can feel it thump. Will he know? My secret?
But then, he licks them, slowly and guides them back in between my legs. The tension making me take a quick deep breath when I touch myself again.
He allows me to touch myself, as he plays with my nipples, pinching rubbing, caressing.
I know the rules. I am not supposed to go fast, nor press hard. I can feel my insides start to quiver.
He will be mad if I cum fast. But I don't want to stop. It feels so good.
He is rubbing himself, grinding on me, in the same rhythm as my fingers working on my clit.
I can feel his wet tip, which makes me lick my lips, wanting to taste him, to feel the roughness and the feel of him in my mouth.
His hand squeezes my throat, applying a bit of pressure, but not so hard at first.
He feels me start to quiver. He tightens the grip on my throat.
I can't breathe properly, but that only makes me want to unleash, lose myself in the pleasure.
I can't hold on longer. I feel it coming. He feels it coming too.
It's so close, I can taste it, but then he removes my hand and I cry out.
No! I want it so bad.
I forget that I don't want to beg, for a moment. So I don't.
He continues to grind on me slowly, taunting me, squeezing my throat, legs pinning my own down.
I can still feel it. All my senses are awake and sharp. I can feel the very hairs on is skin on mine. The soft feel of the sheets underneath us, making me feel the sensuality …
He knows what he is doing. With one more press, he releases and pours himself against my back, a growl escaping his lip.
That makes me pulsate, feel it coming.
Choke me tighter ….
But then he releases me. He untangles himself from me, leaving me frustrated, hot and bothered.
He stands up and goes to the shower. I can hear the water start to run, but I don't turn around. I lay there still, his cum on my back.
It will stay on my skin, he likes it that way.
I will myself to breathe.
I loathe him.