He ran his nails from both hands all over my thighs, cheeks, hips and up my back. He started groping at me, twisting the thick of my ass in his hands and pulling at me. This was in line of a rough massage. I didn't prefer it at first, but he broke up the motions with fingers toying with my clit and bites and swats.
Before long, he was devouring my asshole. He took no time to stretch it and shoved his tongue inside, to fuck me with it. He had his full hand inside my pussy and was pushing up, hard. I was on a higher plane by now, completely out of touch with the pain it should have been causing. His teeth bore into me. If he went any harder, he might have drawn blood. It wouldn't be the first time, if he did. Sometimes I completely lost touch with how much was too much, and he was too strong and powerful to realize my limits, as well. I was all right with that.
He sucked the flesh inside the rim of my ass, into his mouth and sucked on it. I could tell from the shaking on the bed that he was stroking himself as he did this. He ordered me to reach down and rub my clit.
"Would I be that easy on you?" He asked, still as cold and commanding as before. I rubbed harder. "Would I be that light? Harder." I complied, but it didn't feel as good as my usual rhythm, I didn't care. It was sending me over the top. I could feel myself tighten on him, he was fingering my ass now, stretching it.
"Roll over, he said lifting up, pulling his hand out of me. I rolled over and immediately spread myself for him; he brought his hand up for me to lick some of my juices off of him. He was drenched. No doubt I was squirting on him. His eyes softened as he made eye contact with me again, but his voice was still cold "Are you mine?" He asked, filling me again with his fist.
I wanted to close my eyes and drop my head back, writhe under the pressure. I fought it, looked in his eyes and clearly said "yes"
"Say it," His voice was firm, cold, demanding. His expression was pleading, begging to hear it. "I'm Yours. ALWAYS. Yours." I repeated, and he slid his cock into my ass, after coating it with juices from pulling his hand out of my pussy while we spoke. I winced, as his size was more than I could usually bare. He stopped where he was. He knew not to push too far. At this point, the pain was minimal but still present. He reached into the cupboard of my old headboard to pull out the lube. He poured a sizeable amount directly into my ass and filled me again; this time was less of a pinch. I kept circling my clit with my fingers. It all felt amazing. He rocked slowly at first, to stretch me more. I felt more and more pleasure from him, so he slid deeper and deeper with every few moments. Finally he was fully inside of me, and I was crying out in pleasure to his thrusts. He was quickening the pace and deepening the roll of his hips. I rocked into him, wanting more and more. I was going absolutely wild.
Normally I couldn't take him for long, if at all, because it was so uncomfortable. His cock was thick enough that it was tight for my mouth. None of my bodily orifices was particularly large. My pussy only took his hand for months and months of working to stretch it. It was something of a fetish of both of ours, honestly... occasionally. But it was not something I could imagine having with other lovers. Just him. There was a level of arousal, and trust I had with him like no other. A level of total comfort in sharing what I wanted completely. Not a liberty I had shared with anyone else, ever.
" You're mine," He said again, not wanting a response. Our eyes were locked now, and he was stroking himself inside of me. He reached down to push my hand away from my clit and took over as the look on his face, gave way to the sheer pleasure of being inside me. He realized I was in such a heightened state of pleasure from the rise he gave to my threshold of pain, that this felt too amazing to make him stop. This would be the first time in two years of trying I wouldn't make him stop fucking my ass. "Yes," I cried out a little as he pushed too far. I so badly wanted him to kiss me. I reached to touch him and saw layers of hurt and anger wash away from him. I doubted he would ever say it in words, but it was clear by everything that was happening, that our discussion about me having a romantic interest in someone who was willing and had been giving me things he would not; was painful for him. I knew from this instance that he would give me more of his time, and his attention. I knew what I wanted to do, even if it wasn't feasible.
We had been together for two years, in a non-committed, non-exclusive way. He was my lover and my best friend, but that is where the line was drawn. We lived our own lives and did our own things. We were not partners or mates. He made no secrets and gave no false hopes to be more. I was willing to accept the way we had things; to at least stick to that, but knew eventually things would have to change, or end. In the end, I needed more. The reality was that he would probably never want that with me, and that sucked but The real question on both of our plates was how much more could he give, and how much less could I accept. Maybe the realest question of all, was how long could this last? Two years already. We were mostly okay. He loved me. I knew that, he had never said it, but I knew. He checked on me when I was sick, came to see me when I was sad. Called me when I wasn't texting him back just to make sure I was okay. He helped to find solutions to problems in my life, and tips to help with my finances and was just a caring and amazing man.
He had a no tell policy on who or what he had going on with other women, but always wanted to know if I was with others and where I stood with them. It was a sick double standard. But it was one, I accepted. Partly because I knew my mind, and I didn't want the details washing out our good things. I have a green monster in me, and if she gets a morsel, she feasts on everything good. I don't want that to happen with him.
One time, he said he didn't mind sharing me because he knew I would never feel for someone else the way I felt for him. I was in love with him. He knew that. What he knew now, was that I needed more than the daily texts, frequent phone calls and maybe once or twice a week, or every two weeks of a quickie before work, or at lunchtime. Occasionally he came and spent a few hours with me on a Friday afternoon, but never in his evenings and rarely on his weekends. He talked to me still but was busy. Work, school, more work, more school. Occasionally he would call me up and take me out to eat, or stop by just to see my face, or give me a kiss. Rarely did that kiss stop at a kiss, even though we would discuss the intent was not to turn it sexual. There was a very strong draw to one another that we both admitted to freely. Passion, desire.
I understood he worked 50-60 hours a week and had a consulting gig on the side, as well as school. A second master's degree was time consuming, and I understood that, but it was too much to ask of me to spend all my time alone, and without some sense of security. For all, I could have another woman who was number one in his life, and that simply wasn't okay. Having other women, I was okay with, but I wanted to be the main girl. I don't do less with being the one on the side.
"You like that?" He asked as he fingered my pussy and played with my clit at the same time. He didn't break eye contact with me and the conversation we were having with that alone, was moving me to a whole new world.
"You're mine," He said a little softer, almost a whisper. As he reached to grab my hand to replace his on my clit, then lay forward and finally began to kiss me. "You're mine," he whispered then and bent to chew, suck and fondle my breasts. He went back and forth from my mouth to my breasts. I was enjoying having him inside my ass a little less by now, but knowing what it did for him, to finally give him that part of me, completely with no restriction was amazing. He was inside of me without a condom. It was an ethereal high. The revelations of this possessive nature; now and times before that he had shown this side were always contradictory to his usual facade. He didn't want to lose me. He'd said it before. He was jealous of my time; he'd admitted to that a few times, without directly saying it. He held me in a league above all others, which should have told me I was his number one in his life, but I needed to more than hear that one.
"Baby," He whispered in my ear as he pulled out of my ass, and reached for a condom. He slipped it on quickly and slid into me. He pulled my hand away from my clit and locked his mouth on mine. The way he felt inside of me was bliss. My flesh was swollen and sore from the stretching he had done, and I had tightened up considerably. "Vaginal elasticity is beautiful" he had said to me more than once when I'd been concerned about being tight enough for him after.
He'd spoken many times about being able to cum in my ass, and how that would feel for both of us, the intimacy of that. Mostly he would cum on my breasts, and he would wipe it away just to feed it to me, or he would cum in my mouth. Once, not long ago, I was at the very tail end of a period when he was getting ready for a business trip, and he wanted to have me before he left for a week. He came inside of me then and lingered there. "You're mine," he had said then too. It sent ripples through me every time.
"Andi," He whispered, stroking inside of me over and over, pounding into me. My thighs ached from the weight of him; my arms were wrapped tightly around him. "Andi, baby, Andi, Oh fuck baby..." He looked me in my eyes he stroked into me deeply for a moment. I saw a change in his expression, he was turning more deeply to emotion and his eyes glassed over. He buried his face in my breasts and breathed me in. He increased the depth of his strokes. I panted and cried out to him. I could hear myself getting louder, and louder. He moved to pull out of me, before I realized what was happening, he was on his knees, close to me, condom off, and stroking himself. I opened my mouth to take every drop he offered, and looked up at him, He looked down and me and stroked himself harder, and faster.
"Here you go baby," He said just before bending closer to me, and releasing his seed.
I wrapped my lips around the head of him and pressed my tongue on the underside as the last of the many squirts came through to my mouth. I swallowed his offering, and he pulled away. Before moving to lay beside me, he pulled me further onto my side and caressed my bottom, and kissed the marks he had left from his nails, and teeth and the welts from the paddling.
