--There are no characters under the age of 18 in this story--
I'm lulled out of my sleep by the soft tickle of fingers brushing across my labia beneath the sheets. My hips buck up, and I roll my head around only to find my lips covered by his. Strong and deep, his kisses are filled with passion and pain as the stubble on his cheeks burns against my skin.
"What are you...?" I mumble softly as a finger begins to slide up inside of my cunt.
"Ohhh god..." I moan into his neck. I can feel his smile pressing into my skin as he pushes deeper. He moves his finger slowly, massaging the deepest part of me.
"Wake up, my love," he coos in my ear as he pulls the lips of my cunt aside and teases a second finger against my slit,
"you don't want to miss this." He twists his long fingers as he moves inside of me, corkscrewing deep inside of me, until he is pushing against my cervix. I bite down on the pain, and tighten around his fingers. They are long and thick. His hands have always been one of the sexiest parts of my man, but fuck those fingers especially hit all the right places. He curves them up against my belly, searching for my g-spot. He doesn't prod me, just pushes slowly, stretching and filling me. "Just opening you up," he whispers as he gets dangerously close to the spot I need his fingers on. He hits it, just as he whispers, "want you nice and open for this hard cock." I grind on his fingers as he holds his fingers deep inside on my g-spot.
"Oh fuuuck," I cry, "open me up baby. Make it hurt." Sometimes he doesn't work me up to it. Some of my favourite sex has been without foreplay. When he decides he needs it, sometimes even he enjoys a dry fuck. I'll deep throat him for a second to get him wet, but then he will pry open my legs and cunt lips, and stuff himself inside of me.
His cock is a full nine inches, and when I'm not wet it should take a long time to get it in, but when he needs me, he forces himself in in just a thrust or two. The feeling of his member burning through my body, needing my cunt is the best kind of pain, and dry fucking rarely stays dry for long.
Once he is inside, he is stuck, the friction and little wetness holding him firmly in my pussy. That is when I start to flood with juices, and he can fuck me how he needs to. I love those nights, but tonight is the exact opposite.
He's taking his sweet time getting me wet, making my cunt beg for him. I'm on the edge of an orgasm when he cruelly pulls his fingers out of me and smiles. "I think you need a little more than that." He whispers as he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear.