Not a huge spicy thing, but for me it is. I am 30 and my partner is 21. Naturally, he is very shy with me and also mostly submission. But last night I wasn’t feeling like being a dom and idk what got over him to take the initiative. I am still thinking and drooling of that memory so thought that I might as well share here.
The surprise of it all still lingers in my body, a warm, tingling rush that makes my thighs press together even now as I replay every second in my mind. His sudden confidence caught me completely off guard, stirring a deep, unexpected thrill and a flood of desire that left me breathless and aching for more.
So I was sitting on the bed, wearing my usual shorts and tank top with the room heater keeping everything cozily warm around us. He too was sitting next to me, just scrolling through his phone and occasionally looking at me use my laptop. The quiet intimacy of the moment felt so ordinary at first, yet there was a subtle tension building in the air.
He asked what I was doing, then if it was important. I said no. Immediately he closed my laptop and kissed me. His lips were eager and warm, sending sparks through me as he kissed my neck and rubbed my arm, his touch gentle but filled with new intent. He softly asked if I was in the mood. I said yes with excitement, my heart pounding faster. He just pushed me down on the bed and with his feet pushed the laptop aside.
He sat on my groin, holding me down with his palms on my shoulders and bent down to kiss me. His hands moved inwards and soon clasped my tits, squeezing with a hunger that made me arch into him. Then with one hand he stroked my throat, the firm pressure sending waves of heat through my core. All the while we made out deeply, our breaths mingling. I held onto his shoulders, feeling the strength in them as my body responded with growing wetness and need.
He got intensified and soon he laid flat on me, dry humping me with urgent movements. I felt his meat grow hard and push insistently against my lips down there, the friction driving me wild with anticipation. He started to get rapid and messed up my top just to get to my boobs, his hands and mouth exploring with a passion I rarely see from him.
Suddenly he stopped, sat up a bit and slid down his pajamas and pulled down my shorts and immediately put it in. I moaned loudly at the sudden fullness, pleasure shooting through me as he filled me completely. He kissed me again, deep and consuming. He kept thrusting, building a steady rhythm, and within minutes he came, releasing deep inside me with a groan that vibrated against my lips.
But that wasn’t the end. He laid on me for a while, catching his breath, then got up, put his arms underneath my knees and folded my legs up and spread them open. He started to thrust again while making out with me, the new angle hitting even deeper and making my body tremble with sensation.
I kept going even after he came for the second time and finally he fell on me, out of breath with his dick throbbing and softening slowly inside of me. The warmth of his release and the weight of his body left me feeling claimed, satisfied, and still buzzing with lingering pleasure.