The sex

Motionless, I could just watch him approach. He took his t-shirt off with one hand while he climbed over to me on the bed like a hungry predator. He picked me up carefully and placed me on my back. To my surprise, despite the fact that I couldn't move, he was able to put his hands on my lower leg and reposition them, posing me like a doll.

Ordinarily, I would be too shy to voluntarily pose like this, especially in a well lit room, but the involuntary part of this just made it hotter. I was, in that moment, an object that wanted nothing more than to be used.

He stopped, bent over me, to play with my breasts through my new lingerie. His hand slid down me between my legs. Even he was surprised to find how wet I was. He kissed me but, among the strangest of sensations even for that night, I was unable to kiss back.

I looked forward at the ceiling, feeling and hearing him move on the mattress. He kissed my thigh on his way over me and looked into my eyes, possibly trying to see if he'd find a reaction from me in the corner of my eyes. He pressed the tip of his new cock against my lips gently, slipping right in. It was an unfamiliar sensation to be filled this much. I'd have gasped if I could, but instead I lay there immobile.

Being silent motionless had a strange effect on time, for both of us. For what felt like hours, he slid in and out of me slowly, almost tentatively, curiously. It still worked for me, the sensations of his new cock combined with the workup that had happened until now, plus the magic-like immobility was pushing me gently to what felt like an inevitable climax.

However, I felt the precision in his thrusts fade slowly. I watched his inner caveman take over, making the situation less about me and more about servicing his needs. He dropped his neck and rested his face on my shoulder as he sped up inside me.

It almost blinded me with pleasure being stimulated helplessly like this. Nothing in my life had felt better. It built and built but after a while I started to notice a problem. I had no muscles to tense, no home for the pressure. It was pure pleasure but my body craved what came next. I was at the top of the mountain but there was no climax to be found. Deep down I knew that the same lever I wanted to pull in order to move my hands was needed to moan, to squeeze my fists, to orgasm.

By now I wondered if he'd forgotten about me entirely and was devoted to his own climax. I lay there and bore the wrath of his animalistic thrusting until almost to my relief, he shuddered, himself, and I felt him finish inside me.

More so than any other time in my life, I felt so jealous of his release. I deserved one for being this close to one for this long.

He fell onto me and I listened to his exhausted breathing, scared that he might fall asleep and leave me trapped for longer in this frustrated body.