This is where things got weird/interesting (I haven't decided yet). He just stopped! I was gasping. He looked down at me with a wicked glint in his eye. He asked me if I was up for trying something a little kinky. Said he had quite a bit of experience being a dominant! He asked if I was up for trying to be submissive! I was ready to agree to anything at this point, I was drooling with lust!
He told me that I didn't have permission to cum and that he was going to keep the frustration building. He said if it ever got too much I should say the safe word "watermelon!". I mean wtf! But I couldn't bring myself to say it, even after his tongue had taken me to the edge 4 more times. At this point I was a quivering puddle of sex, barely coherent. He looked at me with a self-satisfied grin and then with absolute sincerity he told I was "beautiful!". Fuck! If possible, I melted even more.
He told me he wanted to fuck me. I gave out some sort of puppyish yelp / wimp of encouragement as he undressed if front of me. God what a specimen. Lean, toned, with prominent but not huge muscles, there was something panther like about him. His cock was, well a cock. I've never found them particularly attractive, but it was large enough, and at that moment it was the most engrossing thing in the world. He took an eternity to put a condom on. Finally, he positioned himself onto of me with the tip nudging my opening.
He leant down to kiss me again, I could taste myself all over his lips, and as I leant into the kiss, he pushed his length smoothly inside me till his pubic bone lit up my clit like a light bulb! He started these long, slow thrusts. I felt wonderfully full and the rhythmic grinding against my clit was driving me wild. I still don't know why I didn't shout "Watermelon" at the top of my lungs. Something held me back. I wanted to please him. To be obedient, like a heel hugging little puppy. Pathetic I know! But there's something else. Thinking about being ... well his ... brings me a tiny tingle of excitement.
Anyway, he could see how quickly I was getting close again. He slowed his thrusts even further but even then; it was obvious I was teetering. With a sigh and a wry smile he pulled out. He said something wistful about how good I felt but that it was probably only fair to deny himself too, especially as he had sprung all this on me. Then, get this, as an after thought he said. "While we're in role, I'm not sure you have earnt my cum anyway!" The cheek! But my inner puppy wanted to beg and lick his hands!
After all that, he assured me that even if I didn't use the safe word, there was no need to be constantly in role. He told me how much he'd enjoyed the evening, and I lapped it up. Then before too long I was nestled safe in his arms as we tried to sleep. I've really missed the warmth of another body next to mine.
Its about 11am now and he has just left. When we woke, I was quickly aware of his erection prodding me. I was instantly on fire again. Much kissing and fondling ensued again, but after a while, Killian reluctantly pulled his hand from my nether regions. He said he wanted to have breakfast with me before he had to go and promptly got up to find something to cook in my kitchen. He quickly rustled up scrambled eggs and we sat in bed next together eating and chatting and from my perspective generally feeling warm and fuzzy, if a little confused too. When we finished, we shared yet another ground shaking kiss and he left promising to text me.
