You need him now

You take him out of your mouth, slowly, kissing him again and again. You feel a pressure between your thights, a call of your waist for him, for him to take you, to be in you, at last. You position yourself so that your ass is the highest point of your body, arching for him. He is still a little but breathless. You can see that he refrains from touching himself, even though he wants to. His erection is just next to your face, your head resting on his inner thight. He begins gently petting your butt, in a very soft way, sliding a finger between your legs and caressing you, making you moan. You do not move, he knows what he wants and you want him to get it. He's just playing with you. You get more excited. His fingers twirl around your sex, toying with it, getting you increasingly aroused and obedient. You try not to move but begin rythmically moving your hips, to increase his stroking. He calms you down, goes slower. He wants you to let him do. He wants to impose his rythm to you. You obey, but you moan from excitement and frustration.

Time has passed. You are still arching, your head still on his leg, facing his cock. He has made you cum once or twice, you don't know, you're out of breath. He sighs of satisfaction and raises his hand up to your butt, sliding your silk short kimono up, unveiling your uncovered backside. You can't help but think "Yes, please... please...". He feels your excitement and brings a finger to your lips. His middle finger. He presses on your lips and you let him enter, sucking it with excitement. But not long enough. Already he has his hand back down there and is sliding within you. You cry softly, half excited, half hurt. It encourages him to continue.

He has stopped and with a firm hand brought you in front of him. He is kneeling behind you, still on your fours. You ache for him to take you at last. He slides a hand in your hair and asks you what you want. You don't really dare to say it at first. Nobody has ever been in you, ever. Only your fingers and, now, his. You whisper something incomprehensible. He asks you to say it louder. You are in a daze, and feel almost out of yourself, hearing you say "Take my virginity. Please". You hear a chuckle, followed by a cold splash on your butt. He massages the lubricant all over, while you start to grind slowly again, moving your hips from desire to be touched more, deeper, and to excite him. You can feel his virility starting to rub you, warm and strong, thick and exciting.

When he enters in you, it's like two puzzle pieces coming together after hours of looking. It feels just right. You feel just right, and full. The pressure of his rod, pushing you apart from the inside, rubbing you and leaving you panting at each stroke, his hand resting on your butt, grabbing your hips, your hair, your arms when he gets more aroused, his voice telling you how good you're doing, and your voice echoing it, encouraging him, telling you're his, his little pet, his little slut, that you like it so much, that you want him all, the pain from the slaps, your moans mixing with his as he scratches your back... everything feels just perfect, and then perfecter. You come. Once, twice, three times in a row. And then you stop counting. And then you stop caring, full of him all the way to your mind.

You don't quite realise that he's stopped. You feel his weight lying on the ned next to you, you feel something between your legs, which wasn't there before, something drooling from you. Your back feels broken, so you snuggle up in his warm arms, barely covering your two sweating bodies with the bedsheet, and fall asleep next to him.