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He caught me in a weak moment. I’d never have agreed to such a thing otherwise.
My defenses were down from having come repeatedly and with much vigor, so when he asked me to be celibate until our next date, I was blissfully numb enough to agree.
Mere minutes before the promise was extracted, he had me sunny-side-up over a pile of pillows, fucking me relentlessly while I whimpered, “Rub my clit!”
Moments before that, I had him on the couch, legs spread wide and with a pillow below his bottom. I adore that position because I can easily get to one of my favorite parts on a man’s body. It’s a place that needs a more graceful name; “perineum” is too clinical, “taint” too slang-y.
It’s a wonderful spot, all unyielding flesh under delicate skin, and on my friend, incredibly responsive to the tongue. To my tongue. He begs for more when I go there—more licking, more kissing, more lips and tongue and wetness and sucking.
When we were done, then, it was really no surprise that I granted his request that I be celibate and that he granted my reciprocal request. We thought it would be just a few days until we could pick up where we left off.
But life had other plans for him.
It will be quite a bit longer than a few days before he’s ready for sunny-side-up fucking or clit rubbing or ball licking. I’m trying not to blame myself that he’s out of commission for a while. I’m trying but failing.
Maybe if I hadn’t begged so much for the clit rubbing? Maybe if I’d teased him a little less while kneeling between his knees? Maybe if I’d not moaned for harder and faster and longer and more? Maybe if I’d not demanded an ass-fucking? And then even more fucking after we showered?
After he came the final time and lowered himself down onto me, I felt the racing of his heart over my uterus. Maybe I should have known then?
I didn’t know. So we made the agreement to wait, so that our next time together would be extra-intense. Considering how long we’ll have to wait, our next time together will probably have the same intensity as a dozen suns exploding.
I’m willing to wait.
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