He has come inside me thousands of times. Orally, anally, vaginally. Sometimes in my belly button, or on my breasts. Once, he tried to come on my toes, simply because we match in exploration. Neither of us had any desire for a toe cum shot, it's just one of those things that can happen when you match so well sexually! Experimenting with his cum is where my desire started.
When I go on top, I like to make him reach his climax as fast as possible. He says he loves the way he 'rocks and knocks' inside me, I like the power I have over him, he cant last! I especially love to sit there after he comes. I like to feel him soften inside me, and feel him slip out! Sometimes I'll try to turn my head right down and look at his cum dripping out of me onto his perfect little trimmed patch.
This is where my desire began to build, without my knowing.
I have a tiny birthmark on the top back part of my thigh, shaped a little like a battleship that's been split in half, so it leans over at the back. I have a small tattoo of a Kraken gripping it with one tentacle, while the other tentacles run off, down my leg, or toward my butt.
Sometimes after anal, he likes to pull out of me and come on my butt crack, and my Kraken. I like to reach around and rub it over my Kraken and feel that sticky gloop in my fingers.
Once, right after he reached a powerful climax, I made him go down on me and finish me off. I remember the thick feeling oozing out of me and I could see his face glisten in the dawn light.
That early morning session turns me on still, and I often use the memory to masturbate. I think about the taste of us together, each of our love juices mixing. This is when I began to become aware of my desire...
As experimental as we are, and of all the crazy things we have come up with to try, for some reason I simply couldn't find the words to explain what I wanted to do. I was masturbating the moment I thought about it, laying in our bed, our sheets still radiating the smell of our intimate session the night before.
The memories were mixing with fantasy, and were flowing faster than my juices could! Imagining his strong cum firing from his penis, more and more, all over my body like pouring a jug of milk, splashing against me, filling me deeply, completely covering my breasts and face.
I reached a strong and deep climax, accidentally calling out a little. I grabbed at my breast, and, fantasising about his cum in my fingers, I sucked my hand a little and brought my other hand to my face, touching my palm to my cheek to feel my own dripping wet juice on my skin, before tasting my own self love.
I could barely look at him when he came home that night. I wanted him so bad I was undressing him with my eyes and could feel a tingle in my pants I knew well.
"I, um... have a desire to share." I couldn't hide it, yet couldn't tell him what it was. I knew he would do anything, We had agreed many times we can say anything, not that it meant we would do it, but we could say anything at all. For now, I kept him waiting because I couldn't even picture exactly how to make this particular craving work.
"I want you to save yourself for me, I want the biggest load you've ever given me!"
I felt that throb creep into my knickers the moment I said the words, and his coy smile only added to the sensitive shiver now running up my spine! He stepped toward me and I reached out for his crotch, seeing the growth he couldn't hide. But, from today, until I felt he was ready, teasing was all he was going to get.
Every day I teased him at least a little. I would look at him, touch his back, press my breasts against him as I walked by. I would stand with my hands in my pockets, pointed deeply into my groin. I would sit in front of him with my legs wide open, sometimes only wearing my fresh white lacey knickers.
Sometimes I would play hard and horny, kissing him and rubbing him, or other times I would play innocent and bored, covering myself and denying his affection.
After just two weeks, I'd finally had enough. Partially-clothed, I invaded his shower and began to kiss him deeply. His instant hardness was impossible to avoid and I found myself holding him gently as he grew to full potential.
