His Property 2

His Property

By: Pat W. Banon

Finished Writing: June 7, 2024 Friday

His warm arms were wrapped around my body. I also skew on the warmer side, but even so, I very much love when we cuddle. Fortunately, so does he. I crave his physical affection. His arms have some muscle, but you wouldn't mistake him for a body-builder. He sometimes tells me that he goes to the gym for me, because I deserve him at his best. It's a sweet sentiment, but I always respond that he already looks so beautiful. That causes him to reveal his beautiful smile. When the relationship first started, his teeth made me feel insecure, since some of mine are crooked. I told him about this insecurity of mine early on in our relationship, whilst cuddling like we are now, and he looked at me and said: "I love your smile, crooked teeth and all, and there's nothing I would change about your body even if I could."

These kind words made me want to cry from happiness. I hugged him tightly and allowed myself a tear. He snuggled me in return, stroking my back as I delighted in the security he gave me. I may not be perfect, but to him, I was pretty damn close. I still remember that moment to this day. He returned to the couch and sat back down next to me as I finished reminiscing on that fine event. He once again wrangled his arms around my body and pulled me close. I hugged him back. I looked at his hands, reminding me of another time, the time I found out the magic his fingers were capable of.

The way he masturbated me... I didn't think was possible before I met him. Well, I knew it was possible, but when I was the one doing it. But with him, he was and is able to pleasure my body even better than I could when I rolled solo, which was often before him. I'm not one for one-night-stands or friends-with-benefits. Granted, I'm not waiting till marriage either, but I know I get attached easily, so sex with people I don't love doesn't tickle my fancy. But his hands... now THAT did tickle my fancy, and by tickle my fancy, I mean made me cum faster than I'd like to admit. We always like to take our time when we're fooling around, and I guess that lack of stress to orgasm quickly was in part what allowed me to cum as fast I sometimes do with him.

And don't get me started on his mouth. I enjoy talking to him, but I enjoy his head between my thighs just as much. Maybe even a little more at times. The slow strokes of his tongue on my clit... I feel my arousal build just at the thought. The way he wrapped his arms around thighs and rested his hands firmly on my waist, holding me in place. I'm feeling turned-on just reminiscing on the memories. Surely he wouldn't notice if I stuck my hand between my legs. Slowly, I bring my right hand, the one wrapped around his back, away from him and towards my pussy. I wonder if he will catch me.

He's seemingly aloof thus far. I feel my cunt, already a bit wet. I gently start rubbing my clit. I try to focus on controlling my breath. I try not to grind my hips whilst I close my eyes. I imagine what he'll do if he catches me. Will I be able to cum before he notices? Will he taste me after I orgasm?

"What the hell are you doing?!" he says almost angrily. I guess I didn't have to wait long to find out his reaction. He firmly pulled my hand from my wet cunt, revealing the slight glisten that was on my middle and ring finger. "This is my job, not your's," he stated, making sustained eye contact with me. He put my two wet fingers in his mouth and licked them clean, causing my disobedient vagina to become even more aroused. "I love the way you taste," he says in an almost moan as he pulls me close.

"Take your pants off," he instructs, so I do. "Underwear as well slut," he barks. There's something about someone as kind as him calling me a slut that makes me want to act like one. But not just any slut, his slut... and I like, no, I love being his slut. I slip off my underwear, rendering me naked under the large cover we shared. "Try not to make me tell you every step, spread your legs damn-it," I leave one leg where it is, and the other I let hang off the couch. My pussy was spread-eagle for him. "Good," he whispered as he began to stroke my clit with his left thumb. He stops for just a moment, and then, impact. I feel him spank my pussy with a tasteful amount of force. "That's for touching yourself without my permission. I don't know how many times I have to tell you, this belongs to me!" he states as he squeezes my pussy lips together.

"But I was so horny, I couldn't help myself," I say tauntingly as I grabbed his hard cock through his shorts.

"Now now," he replies as he moves my hand away "Let's focus on you for the time being," he adds as he moves my hand back to my clit. He notices my confusion. "Follow my command, I'll let you get close, but you must not stray from what I tell you to do," he tells me as he caresses my face. "Now, stroke your cunt, slowly," he whispers in my ear. I do as I'm told. I feel his hand reaching my breast. His fingers begin caressing my nipples. My cunt wants him. I don't know how long I'll last. I find myself speeding up. "I didn't tell you to increase the pace, now, as I stated, slowly rub your clit." I correct my transgression. I continue to masturbate myself slowly. I feel him start to softly nibble and kiss my neck.

"Can I please speed up?" I ask him.

"Not yet," he replies. "Using your free hand, put one finger in your wet pussy for me," I do so, awaiting further instruction. I consider stimulating my g-spot without his permission. Would he spank me again? Part of me hopes so. Before I could decide to commit the treason, he instructs me to remove my finger. "Now let me taste you," he said quietly into my ear. I brought my wet middle finger to his mouth. He sucked it in a similar way that I suck his dick. He truly loved the way I tasted — he seemed almost in a trance. Soon after he removed my finger from his mouth, he spoke: "go about medium speed on your clit,", and so I did. The increase in speed had immediate effects on my body. I can feel myself getting close to getting close. I know once he instructs me to increase my speed once more, I'll last less than five minutes if that. I go to kiss his very hard cock, but alas, he stops me. "We're focusing on you for now, understood?, don't make me repeat myself. I'll make sure your mouth stays busy after you cum," he said as he brushed my hair out of my eyes.

I continue to rub my clit at a medium speed. More soft whisper-like moans begin to leave my mouth. I know how badly he wants me to blow him, which makes his insistent focus on my pleasure coming first, no pun intended, even hotter. I kiss his erection through his shorts to tease him.

"Are you sure you don't want to cum before I do? I wouldn't mind, I know you're not a selfish lover," I tell him teasingly.

"I'm sure," he assures me "but I won't allow this temptation to continue," he rolls off the couch and gets on his knees. "I'm hungry for a different kind of meal babe," he tells me as he kisses my inner thigh near my pussy. I decide against standing on ceremony. I swing my other leg that's still on the couch around his head. His mouth is where I like it to be, between my legs.

He starts to kiss near my pussy to tease me, but I've had enough foreplay. I pull his head into my cunt and he works his magic. His long tongue strokes stimulating my clit in a way my fingers never could. I try to focus on not moaning too loud. I can already feel my orgasm building. I notice my hips bucking against his mouth. I have one hand playing with his hair whilst the other squeezes my nipple.

"I'm gonna cum soon," I blurt out.

"No, you shan't," he informs me. He lifts his head up to my dismay. "You haven't been very well behaved recently," he states "you'll be edged. I will let you get close to cumming. Maybe I'll let you orgasm tonight, but you were touching something that belongs to me," he says whilst his right thumb slowly stimulated my clit horizontally. "This pussy is mine. You didn't ask permission earlier to rub your clit," my heart sinks a little upon hearing this.

He pulls up my hood, fully exposing my clit. He blows directly on it. He follows this by giving it a light kiss -- then a gentle lick, then another lick, then another, then another.

"Luckily for you, I'm really horny, and I can't resist," he admits right before burying his face into my cunt. He holds my legs tightly, pulling me into him. He quickly alternated between sucking and licking my clit. My moans fill the room. He has the throttle to the max right now and I can hardly contain myself. Both of my hands grip the covers. I was about to cum. My hips are able to buck just a few inches thanks to how he's holding me somewhat still. His tongue flicks my clit rapidly.

"I'm," I try to say "I'm so close to cu," I try one more time "I'm so close to cumming," I moan "I'm so fucking close."

He performs a hybrid suck and lick technique that sends me over the edge

"Cumming, I'm cumming babe," I groan as my body shakes and convulses. I feel as though I'm flying. My body is overwhelmed with pleasure. My pussy I'm sure is about to drown him. His head pulls away from my cunt. He comes ups, face glistening from my nectar, and begins to kiss me passionately. My tongue enters his mouth and I taste a beautiful combination of him and I. I felt his curious hands caressing my nipples once more. I felt him start to dry hump me (his shorts and underwear were seemingly still on). I go to unbutton them, but he tells me to stop.

I have a suspicion why, but he confirms me correct as he speaks "I'm not gonna last that long and I feel embarrassed."

I kiss his forehead and assure him "I don't mind, I know how much you love giving me oral, I'm surprised you haven't came yet." Before he can respond, I follow with "Let me finish you with my mouth, I want a turn giving you oral my love."

He clumsily climbs onto the couch and lies down. His cock is as hard as it can get without exploding. I can see a slight wet spot from all his pre-cum that's been dripping out. I undue his shorts and pull down his underwear a few inches to access his throbbing penis.

"Please don't judge, I feel like I'm going to cum in less than a minute if you blow me." After the fantastic oral he just gave, he's afraid that he'll disappoint me?

"Cum as quickly as you'd like," I told him, and that was the truth. I liked pleasing him, especially after he does such a great job pleasing me. I kiss his tip, followed by more kisses down to the bottom of his dick, then back up. I cut to the chase and take all of him in my mouth. He wasn't that big, a bit below average. I think he feels a bit insecure about it, but I wish he didn't. I wouldn't change any aspect of him. I love him.

"I'm close," he whispers. He was not lying when he said he wasn't going to last long. "Scratch that, I think I'm about to... I'm about to," he says as he moans to me. My head bobs faster for a few seconds before I hear him say "cumming," in an almost whisper. I feel his load start to shoot in my mouth. As he cums, I keep sucking him, but slower. I feel his body shake a bit. He has a hand in my hair. As I feel him finish, I decide to keep going just to tease. He pulls my hair softly back to get my mouth off his now very sensitive cock. I kiss his tip as I come up. I leap forward to lie on top and hug him close. "That was amazing," he tells me sounding a bit exhausted.

"Not as amazing as you were," I said.

He hugs me as I lay on top of him. I feel his delicate kisses as he softly buries his face in my neck. His fingers trace all over my back. "you're beautiful" "you're all I want" "you make me happy" "I'm so lucky to have you" and a assortment of other similar short words of love he tells me as our warm bodies press against each other. I go to look him in the eye. We stare lovingly for what I think was about ten seconds. "The feeling is mutual," I say simply with a big smile. His smile, one similar to mine, appears on his face as he says "I love you!" "I love you too!" I tell him. We stare lovingly at each other for around five seconds before our lips meet yet again. I love.

This one was a bit experimental. I was quite sleepy when writing parts of it, especially the beginning. Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Also, Pat is short for Patricia. Feedback, critical or otherwise, is welcomed!