I Want More

This was a request from FLM. Apparently there is something missing from my blog. This is an attempt to right that wrong.

I Want More

The night had been wonderful. Dinner. The theater. Dessert and cocktails.

We could not bear to be separated for long. Our hands are always touching. Kisses are stolen across the table. By the time we get back to the car, we are practically tearing each other's clothes off.

All the way home I stroke your thigh. Your little black dress rides higher and higher as my hand slips further up your leg. I can feel your warm skin as I reach the top of your stockings. Why do you torture me so?

I practically throw the sitter out the door as you disappear in to the bedroom. As soon as I hear her drive away, I rush back to the bedroom, shedding clothes along the way.

The bedroom is dark. I tentatively say your name. Did I miss you along the way?

You jump on my and push me down on the bed. Your laughter fills my ears, and your scent fills my nostrils. Your kisses are passionate, deep, probing. Your hips gyrate and grind against me.

With a quick twist of your hips I am buried inside you. Your hands are rough on my chest as you bounce and twist on my cock. Your breathing is rough.

You bend down low and growl in my ear, "I want more."

I grab a handful of your hair and pull you up to my mouth for a passionate and deep kiss. Your tongue plunges deep in to my mouth. Your fingers squeeze my nipples hard. As I gasp, you pull away from me and flash your wicked grin.

"Roll over."

I look at you with some confusion. "What?"

You pull yourself off me. My penis immediately feels cold without you wrapped around it. "Roll over," you repeat. You slide off my body and wait for me to comply.

Hesitantly I do as you ask.

I feel your hand slowly caressing my sensitive inner thighs. Unconsciously I spread my legs a bit to give you more surface to work with. Your fingers slide up higher, sending a tingling throughout my body. I spread my legs a little more and raise my ass in the hope that you will take the hint and stroke my testicles.

You slide a pillow under my hips, positioning my penis back between my legs. I feel warm oil coat my legs. Your strokes become longer and firmer. your hands alternate between my legs and my genitals, leaving me feeling warm all over.

I jump in surprise as more warm oil is poured down the crack of my ass. I hear you laugh deviously as you focus your fingers on working the oil on to my ass cheeks. My initial shock and surprise fades away as I give in to the pleasurable sensations.

As I am just about to fully give in to the bliss, you shatter my world.

I feel the smooth silicone pushing against my back opening. As I tense up and begin to protest, I feel your hand between my shoulder blades, pushing me back down on to the bed. "Hold still," you purr. "I want more."

I sink in to the mattress and try to remember all the things I told you over the years. Relax. Breathe. Push out. Accept it. Take it in. However, this time, I hear your voice. I realize you are saying the words to me, repeating them over and over as you slowly work the dildo in to may ass.

I gasp as the thick head works past my sphincter and buries deep in my ass. "There you go," you whisper. "That's my boy." Your slippery hand rubs my cock and balls appreciatively. I am so hard!

The artificial phallus leaves me feeling completely full. As you slowly pull it back, I find myself missing it. I am relieved as you slide it back in.

Soon you have it working in a steady rhythm. All discomfort is gone. It feels heavenly as you slide it in and out of my ass. I never want it to end.

Your free hand begins to stroke my incredibly hard cock. Slowly at first, then faster as it matches the pulsing rate of the dick in my ass.

I yell out as I erupt all over the pillow, your hand, our bed. You slowly slide the dildo out of my ass. I feel so empty.

As you clean me up with a towel, you lean down and whisper in my ear, "I want more."

I can hardly wait.