I really wasn’t in the mood

I really wasn’t in the mood. Somehow, as a woman though, you just know you aren’t going to be leaving the bed without making him come. It’s in the air. That unspoken word, that odorless scent. Your body senses his and you read him like an open book. Yeah, he’s not getting out of this bed till he comes.

I contemplated how I was going to give it to him. Would I suck his cock? Would I let him take me from behind? Would I sit on him and ride him? Would I let him spoon me from behind? My mind wandered as I began caressing his skin. My fingers trailed his body. Up along his chest, circling his nipples, barely grazing them. My hand wandered down to his belly, along his thighs and cradled his balls.

I began slow strokes on his cock. My hand slowly played him till his erection stood at full attention. My mind went to a distant place. One I had not been to since the day it happened.

I felt the urge swell up inside me. I asked for the lube and after he put a generous amount on his cock, I began stroking him, all the while thinking if I really wanted to go through with my plan. The more I thought about it, the more I liked it. The more I stroked, however, the dryer the lube became. Hmmm…. did we have something that would work much better for the plan brewing in my head? Turns out… we did, in a nice little sample size too.

I used the whole pack and began stroking his cock. He laid back and relaxed as my hand did the talking. Finally, I told him he needed to get on his knees. I moved behind him, slowly rocking my hips into him, pressing my body against his backside. I had visions of fucking him with a strap-on. Well, not really. I wanted to wear the strap-on, but I wanted my faux cock to slap his ass, press against him, it didn’t need to fuck him. As this dirty little thoughts invaded my head, he said he wished I had a cock.

I felt the heat between my legs as I reached around and jerked his cock while my body fucked him. My small frame made it almost impossible for me to reach his cock, *almost*. I began stroking him hard with each ram of my body into his. As his moans escalated I pressed harder into him, feeling my clit tingle and my cunt ache. I felt the orgasm swell inside him and I pushed into him as my hand stroked his cock one last time, letting his cum wet our bed. I felt his release through my body and I shuddered with him with a wicked smile.

Really… I wasn’t in the mood…at first…