Sexy thoughts are far from my mind as I sip my “swamp juice”—a brownish concoction of fruit, protein, flax meal, & chia seeds. But Jake’s hands—brushing my bare neck, and then lower, to my damp sports bra, reel me in.
He just got back from the gym while I worked out at home, and we’re both hot and disheveled, both feeling strong and endorphin-rush happy.
I close my eyes as he awakens my nipples through the thin pink fabric, his muscular frame pressed against me from behind.
“I love the way you look after working out, sweaty and flushed,” he says.
He turns me around, and then a soft, slow kiss—my body is tired from sweating and lifting, and suddenly, a prize.
He draws me towards the bedroom, guiding me as I walk backwards, and we stay lip-locked on the way. One of my favorite things about working out at home is that I can do it in underwear and a sports bra—and they’re both off quickly.
“I want to lick your sweaty pussy,” he says.
My bush is soft and wet, and he dives right in, immersing himself in my juices. I relax into the bed, closing my eyes, focusing on the feeling of his tongue moving slowly across my vulva. His strong arms grip my legs.
“Mmm, that feels good baby.”
He dips a finger in, inviting my g-spot to join in on the pleasure—“yes.”
My arousal builds, blood rushing to my labia and clit. I get kind of zen—I can picture my g-spot, visualize it swelling and filling.
My orgasm already seems within reach, but I’m not ready yet.
“I want some cock now,” I say, wiggling out from beneath his mouth, and within seconds I swallow him. He groans—that groan I love so much, the one I’ve heard so many times over our almost 7 years together.
I look up into his eyes as I suck up and down, my tongue on his frenulum, my hands on his balls. I know eye contact makes him crazy.
“You’re the queen of blow jobs,” he says, smiling.
“Mmm hmm”—I answer, as much as I can with a mouth full of cock.
He touches my hair.
I know he means it–he’s had his share of blowjobs. Sometimes he likes to show me off—give other men a taste of my lips, my skills. I love that.
“I want to taste your pussy again,” he says.
This is common for us—we both want to taste each other, we both get pleasure out of giving—so it’s a wonderful back and forth of mouths to genitals. Sometimes that’s all we do—oral is amazing sex on its own.
But today I want to get fucked.
We stop for a quick break so I can pee—a necessary thing for post workout, post water guzzling sex.
I come back to find he’s laid out the throe and lubed up his cock, stroking it as he waits.
His thoughtfulness and anticipation of my needs turns me on just as much as his hard thighs, his vibrant tattoos, his gorgeous, long curly hair, and his big, strong, hands.
Those hands are soon on my ass as I get on all fours in front of him.
“I love your big ass,” he says.
I turn my head, looking back at him, looking at my ass.
“And I love how strong your pussy smells right now.”
“Me too,” I say.
It’s true. The whole room smells like me. My huge bush holds my scent well—even more so after being intensely physical. I love the smell of cock too, but nothing compares to the smell of vulva, mine or others. It’s so. Fucking. Good.
He slides inside of me.
The next few minutes are a blur of thrusts, gasps, and wet noises, and then he flips me over.
My clit aches to be touched.
Now I’m facing him—my eyes lock with his.
“Go slow baby, it feels so intense,” I say.
He does as I ask, his cock nudging gently at my g-spot as he grips my open thighs.
It’s not long before I’m gasping “faster,” but now he’s enjoying the tease.
My fingers circle my clit, his thrusts quicken, but just as I feel my orgasm is close again, he slows.
I can tell this orgasm will be blended—my clit throbs, hard with blood, and my g-spot swells with his teasing. Every time he senses I’m close, he pulls back.
His grin tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing.
Sweat drips across his chest—he’s working so hard for me.
I look into his eyes, desperate. I can’t wait much longer.
He thrusts faster and doesn’t slow down this time.
I’ve come to the point where I can’t really think, and my noises and moans are involuntary and increasingly louder.
“Fuck, fuck fuckkk,” I moan, my face surely scrunched up in a weird, orgasm-drawn expression.
He pounds into me as I stroke my clit, furiously now—I’m caught up in an orgasm that doesn’t stop, my cunt squeezing his cock.
“Fuck baby I’m gonna come”—his words come out, frantic.
I ride my orgasm, gasping “yes,” as he pulls out, his come sprinkling my bush.
“That felt so fucking good,” I say, giggling in post orgasm bliss.
We’re both soaked.
“Thank goddess for throes,” I say.
“And showers,” he says.