Of course you came first. It's your right, prerogative, demand, unspoken or occasionally explicit expectation. Four times, over the past hour or maybe five minutes; time feels deliciously incoherent when I'm with you. You came four times; first straddling me, your fingers digging into my chest; on your front, your fingers reaching back to dig into my ass, pulling me deeper inside you; twice on your back, drawing I love you out of my heart, over my vocal chords, interplaying with your pants and sighs and Oh fucks.
I pulled out after you were done, but not immediately. I know what you like. Not before you teased me with the vibrator, made me clench inside you, on top of you, my breath catching. After, I laid against your side, still so so wet, listening to your breath even out.
Sometimes, I've served well enough that I'm permitted to come. As soon as I arrive, you slip a cockring on me and tighten it hard, even though my dick is silicone, even though you have enough power over me that I stop myself from coming until you tell me I can. Like I said, I know what you like, from experience, including of you taking your pleasure from my begging, pleading, shaking. This time, when I looked up at you after your cunt relaxed, released my cock, asking without asking, feeling safe without having to call it safe, you were satisfied, and I almost came right then.
"Mmhmmm. I know what you want."
"Yessssss." I was already nearly begging. "Please let me come, sir."
Your nails bit into my ass, your other arm circling under me and drawing me closer. I was on my side next to you, my chest still sweaty against your ribs. In that moment, though, everything stopped as my dick slid against your outer thigh, slipping with your cum and lube. My body shook the first time, then I was only semi-consciously rocking back and forth against you.
I've been fucking you -- or you've been fucking me -- we've been fucking for almost a year, and every time it takes my breath away. You usually kick me out when you've had your fill, and I race home to come harder than I ever have before, harder than from any other lover. Other times, I've been known to rub myself off in the stairwell, biting the insides of my cheeks, reliving your faces and noises and contortions, the smell of you still on me.
When you do let me come in your bed, or on the floor next to it, you usually just give me a few minutes after you're done to rub myself against you before you kick me out. Like those times, this time my hips started quickly, trying to finish before I lost your favor.
Your hand slowed my hips. "Shhh, patience, slut. You're too greedy." You flashed your wicked grin, enjoying your joke. You turned to face me, briefly parted your thighs, and nestled my dick between them. If I had skin sensation in my cock, I would've felt the heat of your pussy lips against it. I kind of did anyway.
"Slowly, gently. My cunt is still quivering."
I didn't know if I could find any ground between absolute stillness and bucking wildly, but I managed to start incredibly slowly. I groaned from somewhere deep in my stomach at the deliciousness of the sensation and the torture of the pace. The friction of my dick against your pussy lips made my slide forward and backward stutter slightly, and the stops and starts ricocheted through the other end of the feeldoe inside my cunt.
I would've come like that, or maybe blacked out, if you hadn't stopped me after too few painfully slow strokes, your hand pressing back when I started losing myself and speeding up. I almost wept when you pushed my hips away from you, the head of my dick slipping out from between your thighs. You kept pushing until I was lying on my back.
I thought you might be ready for more, and almost didn't believe it when you sat up and moved down my body. I didn't breathe at all while you looked at my dick, sizing it up, circling your thumb and index finger and sliding them down my shaft.
"Hrm. Not wet enough for my liking." I had to start breathing again suddenly, a sharp inhale, when you slid your middle and index fingers behind the short end of the dick, sliding them into my cunt, and there finding the wetness you wanted. Your fingers almost didn't fit. I could feel every small shimmy as you tried to push a little deeper, my cunt stretching open and clamping onto you at the same time. Not enough, never enough, you pulled out, and slathered my wetness over the purple head and shaft of my cock. I whimpered with the loss as you licked your fingers.
Your lips were glistening with my cum. I couldn't believe what was happening. You slid those glistening lips over my dick, looking up at me, definitely still dominating me. You could've demanded anything of me in that moment, even those things you know I'm too scared to ask for, too shy to admit I crave. But instead you slid up and down, taking my silicone dick deep into your soft, beautiful mouth. Then it was me trying to slow down, breathing deeply to savor it, memorize every sensation, remember exactly how your lips look swollen around my shaft. My dick glistened with your come and spit and you moaned as you tasted yourself on me.
I remember thinking I might shatter when the moment ended, whether I came or not, the loss of your mouth on me would break something open deep inside me. But I couldn't stop my body from seeking the release, and my hips followed your mouth up as you pulled off, trying to stay buried in your throat a little longer. I'd forgotten my place; you slapped my inner thigh and pressed your forearm into my throat, saying, "Fuck no."
"Fuck I'm so sorry I just--Jesus I--oh godddddd"
I lost all coherence as you clamped your first tight around my shaft, pumping hard and fast. And with the hand that had been at my throat you reached around to finger my asshole, already slick with the wetness dripping from my cunt.
"Please siiiiiir fuuuuuuuuuck--"
And with that you finished me, unclamping the cockring and nodding as you held my gaze. "Yes. Now. Come now for me."
I bucked and clenched and finally let go, gasping and screaming incoherently, with occasionally understandable snippets of your name, curses, and names of gods. You kept pumping on my dick until the force of my cunt's contractions forced the inserted end out of me. In its place, you slipped three fingers into me, easily now, as my cunt squeezed and opened rhythmically with my orgasm. Still holding my gaze, feeling the core of me flaming and so so alive, you looked at me with such affection. That look -- and of course your fingers inside me, and another continuing to draw slow circles over and slightly into my asshole -- extended my orgasm, til my body wasn't bucking anymore, just shimmering inside like my cunt had birthed stars into my bloodstream. I tried to hold your eye contact as long as possible, but at some point I couldn't keep track of anything beyond the glowing light coursing through my body.
After, when I came back to consciousness, you were lying close, head resting on one hand, gazing at me, a leg thrown over my thighs.
"Fuck wow."
"Yes, holy fuck."
"Thank you."
"What? Damn, thank YOU."
Our ability to communicate in English drastically impaired, I tried to roll away -- I never expected you'd let me be in your bed for much longer than the length of a fuck, maybe a second round when I'm lucky. But then your thigh clamped down on mine.
"Stay the night, lover," you murmured, fingers sweetly stroking my chest, and I drifted off, grinning stupidly and still glowing.