Part three of a series. Push is part one, Sway is part two.
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I want you to focus on me when things start to get difficult tonight. I want you to cling to me because I can lead you back to safety. Even if I'm the one who put you in this difficult situation to begin with.
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"I want you to know that you're in control tonight, no matter how it seems." I say it with an edge because I feel your uncertainty and I don't fault you for it. To a degree I don't know why you're here except that you want this and trust me. Still, you're afraid. I would be, too.
When you ask if I'm sure you have to use the blindfold I state yes plainly. I can see I've been too brusque and take your hand in mine, lock our fingers together and squeeze. I tell you that I love you, I tell you that you're wonderful, I tell you that you're mine no matter what happens and you can always say no, at any time, and it will be respected.
You squeeze back and that's when I know everything will be fine.
We kiss like we're new to it and the years fade away. It's funny what a little daring can do for two people who have known each other for so long. The kiss turns long, wet, our tongues in each others mouths and I can feel the heat coming off your face.
I adore you. So much more now than the day I met you that I cannot fathom the distance in any true way.
Our hands decouple and I take up the blindfold and slide in on your like an executioner's mask. You stand still and quiet as I make sure it is secure. When I ask if you are alright you only nod. I imagine that, if everything goes alright, I won't hear another word from you tonight so I demand that you tell me you love me, and it makes the burden lighter when you say you do.
I peek my head out the hotel room and make certain there is nobody in the hallway.
All clear-so I take your wrist and drag you into the hallway, down three doors, and knock.
A part of me hopes that it won't be answered, but none of me is surprised when he opens the door.
He is beautiful in a way you will never see, so just know that he is handsome and lithe. That he is a good counterpart to my average looks and broad build. I've made certain you are getting something new out of this.
And unlike me, he isn't afraid or put off. He smiles like we are old friends and nods before swinging the door open and allowing me to guide you in.
For a moment it seems there will be preamble, or maybe even talk, but instead he closes the door and puts his hands on your waist from behind, pulls you into him like you're old lovers.
You gasp, but do not fight it, just shake and shudder and drink it in so deeply you leave your mouth open.
He paws up and down your sides, avoiding your breasts, focusing on your ribs, your neck, your shoulders as he kisses you. It seems he wants you to be into him, and little by little, you are. You're loosening up, become less tense, letting your head crane to the opposite side of where he's kissing to give him more access.
You're his right now, and for a moment, I wonder if you even remember that I'm there.
The jealousy grips me, churns in my stomach until it is as hot as my breath. I want to rip his head off. I want to hurt him just for the affection you give him. I want to make each little sigh that escapes your lips cost him something dear.
Instead I watch as he undoes your top and slides it to the ground, as he continues to stroke your shoulders and neck after he does. How he savors in the way that only a brand new lover can.
You lean against him, let him wrap his arms around you, become enveloped by him as he cups your breasts, strokes the front of your neck, plays with your hair. His hands explore you as his mouth takes you.
For a moment it's too much to me, I turn around and inhale, exhale slowly, then I move to the wall to lean against it, turning around to see him rubbing both your breasts at once, ear flickering on your tongue before sucking in the lobe.
He undoes your bra, he begins to undo your skirt when you gasp and shake, so he waits. When you calm he finishes unclasping it and slides it to the ground as well. Then he guides you to the bed and waits for your to sit so he can kneel down and undo your shoes, take off your socks and kiss up your thighs.
I wonder how much of this is for my benefit, you not gasping and shaking the way I can tell you want to. It infuriates me. Everything at this moment is razors edge in my small world.
He nibbles on your inner thighs while stroke the outside of them. He moves his head up to your panties and inhales deeply, placing a kiss on the front of them before continuing down the other of your legs. He grabs you, a bit rougher now, pushing skin and flesh from your ankle to your knee and then from your knee to your pussy, like he's trying to take all the heat of your body and shove it there.
When he begins to take off your panties you call my name and he stops. You call it again and reach a hand out.
I come to your side and you grasp my hand with yours before bringing the other hand up to clasp me tightly. Then you pull down and in, tractor me to you, until my face is next to yours.
We kiss, and it is desperate and needy.
We continue to do so as he removes your panties and put his lips on you. We kiss as he eats you out.
I can hear him slurping, licking, kissing into you as our tongues move, as you hold me so tightly it hurts just a little. But something happens a few kisses in. You start to moan into my mouth, lightly at first, then the occasional sharp gasp, before finally outright moaning at the pleasure he's giving you into my face as we kiss. You drop your hands and one goes to the back of his head to grab his hair and push him down, the other to crane around my neck and hold me close.
And you are closer, and closer, until you cum, legs shaking besides his head, moaning into my mouth.
You remove your mouth from mine and breath for a moment and he stands up. He disrobes as you even out.
And then I'm the only one between the three of us wearing clothes.
He's hard, and large, and he puts a condom on with one hand like it's second nature. Ever part of my animal brain is telling me to shove him aside and take you for myself. Throw you over my shoulder and storm back to our room, but I fight the impulse.
I fight it for you.
He lowers himself on to the bed next to you and puts his hands on your face. He turns you to him and you kiss briefly before he takes your hand and guides it to his cock.
You gasp, but don't retract. Instead you hold onto it, gingerly at first, but then you take it firmly in hand and start pumping, up and down, slowly. The way you would if you wanted me to enjoy it. After a few moments of this kiss he reaches down to feel your pussy, open you up with his fingers, and then to finger your clit, stick two fingers in.
He's testing you, and you're loving it.
He rises off the bed effortlessly, easily, and pushes your legs apart with his. He takes your hands with his and without guidance, moves right into you like you were made for him.
You shout out, turn and twist your head, but only until it's all the way in, then you ask for a moment, take some deep breaths and wrap your arms around his back. When your hands are digging into him you give consent and he starts to pull out and push into you.
And then I'm watching the only woman, the only thing, I have ever truly loved getting fucked by another man and loving every second of it.
I can only imagine how different it feels, him, his size, his unknown face and one-off nature. He's more brutish than I am, at least at this, as he pulls all the way out slowly and slams back in. You wail every time he does. You cry out gibberish. He picks up speed and then it continues. He stops holding back, stops taking it slowly on the way out but instead thrusts all the way out and then back in, faster, harder, faster, harder.
You cling to him as he does, you kiss his chest in between your wails. You cry out for more and he gives it, going at an even more rapid pace. He stops pulling all the way out to make sure he can instead slam in the way you want it.
Your fingers dig into his muscle so tightly that they make ten little indents. His body is so close to yours now that your screams are muffled and somewhat muted. But I can tell, we all know, that you want more of him.
He leans back and picks you up with him, getting you at a slight angle and before pounding you for all he's worth. He grunts, softly and almost sweetly, unlike the growls you are used to from me. He holds you like you're precious in the air, like on a pedestal.
He fucks you.
And you cum for him.
You wail and shake and moan into his face now, holding onto hims so you don't fall or so you don't lose the sensation, who can tell. But you're his in this moment, as you orgasm.
He does as well, albeit much more silently and with a great deal more effort.
You both drop to the bed and then he pulls out quickly, moves to the small desk in the room and pulls off his condom to toss it away. His cock is still mostly hard though and he begins to stroke it, hard, despite the clear over-stimulation on his face.
You call out for me again and this time you only take my hand kiss the back of it. He's made you too weak to do much else. You are sweaty and sticky and flush in all the best possible ways.
He moves to your other side and takes your free hand, moving it to his cock, which you groan at as you begin to stroke. You even shift to get into a better position, to pump him harder, better, as he cock grows again.
Then you reach to the front of my zipper and undo it. The swelling of uncertainty and mixed emotions is something that I cannot express. But I could never deny you, not anything, not even this hard on.
