Her Man

When Tim walked out of the bedroom, Rhian almost lost her mind. No longer was he clad in his pink skirt and top, but in a black babydoll chemise. White lacework framed his chest into a plunging neckline, held up by thin straps over his shoulders. Tim’s smooth sexy legs were on full display, as the sleepwear only barely covered his groin.

“I thought,” Tim said, leaning against the doorframe of the bedroom, “that we could have a little workout to build up an appetite.”

Dear Lord, Rhian thought eloquently, humana humana.

She had been planning on giving it to him that night. Sex. But she had been planning on taking it slowly. Tease it out of him. Kissing, touching, foreplay, some dinner in there somewhere. Tim, though, meant business. And by the heat between her legs, Rhian knew in that moment that she was buying what he was selling.

The sound of his marabou heels clicking on her hardwood clicked as he slowly made his way toward her, teasing his neckline with an idle finger. Through the translucent material of his lingerie, Rhian could see his penis held in the front pouch of his g-string panties. It swayed hypnotically as he approached. It was difficult to pull her eyes away.

Her heart began to race as he stepped up to her and ran his right hand down her arm, all the while eyes locked on hers. There was no turning back. This was what she wanted. He was what she wanted. She had finally found the man who would break the cycle of bad relationships, of disappointments. It was hard to imagine being disappointed in Tim, even then, just hours after she had been so mad at him for being with two other women. Now she knew that her anger had just been her low self-esteem, that Tim was trustworthy, that he would make it work.

How could he not? He was the kind of guy who didn't take no for an answer. Not the kind of man who didn't believe in consent. No, Tim wasn't a petty fool who took what didn't belong to him. He just had a way with things. He was smart, but he was more than that. He was strong. If anyone asked her, Rhian could tell them that it felt good to go along with him, to obey. If they spent a little time with him they'd agree.

And then they kissed. This time, though, it didn't stop at a kiss. Tim's fingers quickly worked her clothes, buttons, zippers, and soon enough she was standing in her underwear, her skin feeling the heat of his as they locked lips. She felt excited, like a high school girl kissing her first crush, only her first crush was Jason Momoa. Her hand slid down his body and under his babydoll to hold his now fully erect penis. It felt huge in her hand, smooth and hairless, just as she had imagined it.

He moaned at her touch, intensifying his kissing. He kissed down her neck, bent slightly to kiss her breasts, sucking on her nipples. Everything he did felt like it was pushing her closer and closer to orgasm, even before he came anywhere near her clitoris. So aroused was she that she had begun to feel both nervous and impatient about penetration. What would happen when he finally stuck it in her, and why hadn't he done it already? Maybe he needed a hint.

Giving his penis a tighter squeeze, she whispered in his ear, "I need this inside me."

There, that was as plain as she could make it. And he understood.

Soon he had pushed her toward the kitchen, kissing all the way. Once her back was up against the countertop, he stopped and looked at her. He grabbed her panties with both hands and slid them down, bending at the knees as he did so, stopping as they hit the floor. Then he continued kissing her, but not her mouth. Between her legs Tim's lips and tongue found a way to continue his affections. Now it was Rhian's turn to moan. She spread her legs slightly to give him more access, and he took advantage. Once, twice, three times she orgasmed as he licked, all quicker than she had ever cum before. It was as if Tim were some sort of magical sex creature, supernaturally attractive, causing her to be far more aroused than she should be able to be.

Then he was on his feet again. Rhian felt dizzy, but wanted more. He looked at the countertop, but assessed that it would be too high for them to take full advantage of, despite the height of his heels. And so she turned around and leaned on the counter, her sizable breasts pressing down, offering herself to her man. He was in her in a flash. Grabbing her hips, thrusting in and out. He was so big! Rhian had never felt so full before. It was better than his tongue, and his tongue had been better than anything she'd ever felt before. She began to pant, then moan, then scream. Lost in a haze of pleasure, Rhian never wanted it to end.

But end it did. When he was ready, her man filled her up with more than his cock. Fountains of sperm blasted into her. She felt more like a woman in that moment than she had in a long time. Once he was finished, he leaned onto her, still erect, still inside. Their sweaty bodies became one for just a few moments of heaven. And then, as he began to become soft and slip out of her, he stood on is toes and kissed her from her neck, then down her back. It was sweet and loving. He wasn't just a strong man, he was also a caring man. Her Tim. The man she had fallen for. The man she was still falling for.

"That was..." she said.

"I know..." he said.

And it was.