Olivia asks Brian to fuck her from behind

Once she felt that she'd gotten him plenty hard from her blowjob, Olivia wanted to take things further. She crawled down his body, and got on her hands and knees on the bed next to him. She turned back over her shoulder and looked at him.

"Don't just lie there. Let's go!"

It was all too common for Brian to approach sex with a need for comfort, often prioritized above excitement. If Olivia were to offer criticism and feedback -- which she never did, at least, not to Brian's face and not to Brian's knowledge -- it would be this: You stay lying down too much, either on your back under me, or on top of me, and what would really be fun is if once in a while, you'd change positions and ... do me from behind! Or up against a wall! Or in another place besides the bed!

But she didn't say those things to him. At least, she hadn't so far.

Brian laughed but climbed out of bed and then back up onto it again, on his knees. "What did you --"

"Don't ask! Just do it ... please!" Olivia wiggled her butt at him in the hopes of enticing him to leap into action. She waited patiently, her body resting on her elbows and knees. It wasn't a particularly uncomfortable position, but it was quite different from what she was used to doing with Brian.

Olivia didn't have a particularly keen sense of how fast or slow time was passing, only that she was impatient and eager, hoping that Brian would rise to the task at hand. She felt his fingers along her legs, his palms grazing against her ass, but still didn't get a sense that he was actually taking the initiative to do anything.

Just as she started to turn her head, just as she was prepared to almost berate him for being so boring -- she felt a sharp sting on her right ass cheek. Brian had spanked her! Or, at least, he had swatted at her. Was it a proper spanking? Olivia wasn't sure, but then again, she wasn't sure she'd ever had a proper spanking (in a sexual way), and in the moment, didn't care. He's doing something new! Please, please, please, she thought to herself, please do it again.

She took a deep breath, and as if the timing had been scripted, right in that moment, she felt him strike her a second time, harder, more flat-palmed, and definitely leaving a greater impact. The pain resonated through her body, and Olivia felt alive.

"Oh my god, yes ..." she moaned.

Quickly, Brian followed with a steady barrage of spanks, each one getting more aggressive, and each one (perhaps?) demonstrating both a greater confidence and a greater skill. Olivia was ecstatic. The stinging pain made her wince, and she grunted and groaned with each one, but the physical energy, the thrill of the moment -- and the fact that she even felt what might be the beginning of an orgasm, all from spanking -- it made the entire episode more than worth it.

She felt movement behind her, maybe the sound of Brian making the effort to shift positions. She felt his fingers on the middle of her ass, not a spanking, but rather resting part of his hand there, and soon after, she felt the touch of his thumb poking at her pussy. She wasn't sure, but had the image in her mind that he'd licked his thumb, and that he was using his wet thumb to warm her up, to finger her (thumb her?) after the spanking -- maybe, she hoped, because he's ready to fuck me?

After what was no more than twenty seconds -- but to Olivia, seemed to take just a bit too long -- Brian's thumb left the scenario, and Olivia felt him grab hold of her hips, pulling her toward him. With a slight bit of clumsy effort, though no more than could be expected from someone whose entire sex life had been missionary position, Brian steered his cock toward Olivia's wet pussy, pushed forward, and penetrated her.

"Mm, yes, yesssssss ..." she hissed. Her body fell forward onto her mattress, her arms outstretched in front of her. The cool surface of the duvet was a contrast to her hot, sweaty face as she gently pumped her hips back against Brian as he fucked her. His body slapped against her ass, each impact reverberating through her body, reminding her of the spanking.

It had been ... quite a while ... since Olivia Blink had had sex in this position. She was most certainly enjoying it -- though while enjoying it, she couldn't help but think of just how long it had been. Was it two years? Three? She tried to remember what the routine was like with Isaac, the boyfriend she was with before Brian. But she never liked Isaac, and Isaac wasn't a nice man. So even though their sex life was more interesting than what she had with Brian, she didn't look back on those memories very often.

"No, Liv, stop ..." she mumbled quietly under her breath. She was committed to making this moment about her and Brian, not other random thoughts that flashed through her mind.

"What?"

Somehow, Olivia had separated the experience of being fucked from the reality that it was Brian behind her, and that it stood to reason he'd be aware of things in the room, in her bed, in her voice.

"Nothing!" she chirped. "Talking to myself ... you know how I am!"

"Is everything okay?" Brian asked.

Oh no, not this ... Sometimes, Brian got super sensitive about things during sex, and always wanted to make sure he was doing it right. Olivia knew this, and knew that if she started entertaining questions -- even mundane ones like is everything okay? -- it could derail things.

"Just keep going, babe, just keep going."

Brian grunted and began to breathe a little more heavily. "I'm -- I don't know ... Maybe my legs are getting sore?"

Olivia sighed and flopped her head forward. Of course, of course there'd be something bothering him, he can't just ... fuck me.

"Babe, if you're getting tired -- are you ready to cum?"

Brian grunted again. "Maybe? But I -- how do you ... I mean, where ...?"

Olivia let out another sigh, trying to release the small bit of tension she had accumulated over the last few minutes. "Anywhere, Bri."