"Is fucking me, eating me out, or even just pretending to want me too much to ask?" she wondered.

The last time they had even attempted to mess around was a confusing, and ultimately unsatisfactory experience. She had been lying in bed, lazily jacking off while Mike absentmindedly strummed his guitar and wrote songs about how much he hated her. She was perfectly content to quickly get herself off without any assistance, especially since things had been so tense between the two of them. But when she looked over, he had put down his guitar and was staring.

"Finally," she thought. The validation, however small, was reassuring.

"Do you want any help?" Mike asked.

"Do you want to help?" she asked.

"I will," was the reply.

Madeline sighed. "Do you want to help?" she pressed again. She wanted him to want it, to want her. It had been so long since he had grabbed her tiny body with his strong hands and thrown her into the sheets. She remembered how good those hands felt when he would cup her perfect, round tits and roll her nipples between his fingers, when they would slide up over her neck, over her cheeks, and into her hair, grabbing fistfuls while she pressed her hips into him.

"Sure," he shrugged.

Madeline sighed as he slowly padded over to the bed, eased himself down next to her, and threw off the heavy blanket. He glanced at her naked body, stretched out over the sheets. Her back was arched and her pink nipples were pointing straight up. Mike licked his fingers, slid them slowly up and down her slit, and spread her lips while the vibrator she was using buzzed against his hand. She closed her eyes, remembering once again how amazing he was at getting her off. Right out of the gate they'd had the hottest sex of her life, and he was incredible at everything, especially eating her out. He was as filthy as she was, loved fucking as much as she did, and each time was better than before. A pussy expert, and more importantly, a pussy lover, he would go down on her for hours, enjoying every minute of it. Madeline missed Mike. She missed kissing him, feeling his bushy, full beard scratch her chin. She missed staring longingly at his stocky, strong body with its hyper-masculine spread of chest hair. He had an enviable beard, perfectly peachy ass, thick, sturdy arms, and a great little waist accented by an even greater stomach. She loved him and everything about him, but they'd been through hell and it was hard to forget it.

She moved her vibrator over her clit, while he slid his index finger in and out, pressing up against her now swollen g-spot. Mike withdrew his hand, licked his pinky finger, and resumed his original position, this time gently poking at the opening of her ass with his newly moist digits. Madeline's legs started to shake as she felt her orgasm creep up. Her cunt dripped hot, slippery come and she threw her head back, using her free hand to brace herself against the headboard. Her muscles clamped down on Mike's fingers and she screamed into a pillow, never letting her vibrator leave her clit, as her entire body jumped and convulsed. When she finally opened her eyes, red-faced, toes still clenched and feet still twitching, Mike was looking at her with an expression that could mean nothing other than "I'm so fucking bored." "You good?" he asked apathetically.

The train lurched, snapping Madeline out of her drunken daydream. She realized that wild horses couldn't stop her from doing what she was about to do. She had been frustrated for too long. A hot 23-year old woman who loves sex, yet not getting laid by her boyfriend who should have been begging for it? Fuck that. She wasn't about to waste her youth, looks, or orgasmic ability. The train pulled into the Broadway station and she hazily rose from her seat. Her panties were already damp, and her erect clit rubbed deliciously against the seam of her jeans as she defiantly tumbled down the dark Brooklyn streets. "Let me in," she purred through the intercom outside of his apartment. The door buzzed and her steps echoed in the cold halls. She felt her tits bounce as she climbed the stairs, and knew that her nipples were already hard inside her bra.

"I'm surprised to see you," Ryan said as she entered his room and began shedding her winter layers. He was sitting on his couch in jeans and nothing else, his bare chest begging her to kiss it. Madeline was still having second thoughts, still futilely trying to talk herself out of this, knowing how totally wrong it was, what a fight it was going to create. She plopped down next to him. "I know," she grinned. "I suck at staying away from you." She looked at his impossibly big eyes and full lips surrounded by perfect, disheveled scruff. The liquor was taking a wonderfully long time to work its way through her system, and she enjoyed the buzz through their small talk until the hot rush of inhibition flashed over her.

She couldn't help herself. Madeline immediately sat up and straddled Ryan, grabbing his narrow face in her hands as she pressed her mouth into his. His eyes lit up as her tongue parted his amazing lips and sucked on the bottom one, drawing it gently between her teeth. She tasted like tequila and sugar. His dick got hard immediately, so she began rhythmically swiveling her hips, grinding her crotch against his. Their mouths opened wide as they pushed their tongues together, breathing in as much of each other as humanly possible. She grabbed his wrists and forced them against the couch, pinning him against the frame as she continued to rub herself up and down the length of his cock, which was now so hard it was straining the tented fabric of his pants

Ryan wriggled his arms free and yanked her shirt off over her head, destroying the ponytail she'd meticulously crafted. Madeline dove down, licking and nibbling at his neck, tasting his sweat and the sweetness of his skin, while he popped her bra off with one hand. As her scent washed over him, the flowery musk of her perfume and the slight sting of sweat made him feel as drunk as she was. Her tits bounced free, and he immediately grabbed them, letting the soft skin fill his hands completely, catching her nipples and the accompanying piercings between his fingers while she leaned back and moaned, still moving, gyrating against his throbbing lap.

Madeline slid off the couch, positioned herself on the floor between Ryan's legs, and pushed his knees apart. Running her hand up his calves, over his knees, and along his thighs, she cupped her palm around his hard cock through the rough fabric and began to jerk him off. A wet spot appeared through the jeans, and she wrapped her mouth around his bulge as she laid her head in his lap, inhaling his scent. Enough was enough. "Off," she instructed, gesturing at his pants. He stood up and eagerly ripped his clothes off, his dick springing up as it was liberated from the waistband of his underwear. Madeline sat on the couch and stared up at him.

Fuck. Ryan's body was incredible. He was slim, almost too slim, but she loved the way his hips and collarbone stuck out, easily allowing her to suck and nibble at them, which she would do for hours. He had the most beautiful trail of dark hair leading down to a deliciously full muff, and thin, strong arms that wrapped all the way around her. When they were fucking regularly, they'd spend warm, lazy, summer afternoons lying naked together, running their hands over each other's skin, admiring what they suspected was too good to be true. She'd trail her fingertips over his tight stomach, appreciating his long, narrow waist and defined chest. Oh, Ryan was so her type - Jewish, tall and lean, with huge, dark eyes, a perfectly patchy beard, and pouty lips which would part to reveal a killer smile. He was simply gorgeous, and especially so when he was moving on her, with her, over her.

"Want to go upstairs?" he asked.

Madeline grinned and emphatically nodded. "But take my pants off first."

Ryan pushed her back on the couch so she was lying down and cupped her breasts again. She sighed and arched her back as his hands slid down over her soft, creamy stomach, settling on her hipbones and squeezing them as she bucked her hips up into his palms. As he ran his long, slim fingers along her waistband, she felt a rush of warmth spread between her legs that became almost unbearably hot as he moved his hand down, pressing it against her clit through her pants. He reached back up and slid both hands through her hair behind her head and kissed her, long and hard, deep and soft. His weight pressed against her as his mouth followed the same path his hands had previously taken. Ryan's breath felt hot against her skin and she delicately stroked his face while he licked, sucked, and kissed his way down her body. His eyes met hers, and he smiled. "What?" Madeline said.

He shook his head and sighed. "You are so fucking hot." He pulled off her jeans and dragged one finger across the thin fabric of her underwear, which was completely soaked.

Once upstairs, they didn't even make it to the bed before Ryan tackled her, bending her over and burying his face in her from behind while pulling her panties to the side. With her face against the floor, Madeline moaned and clawed the carpet, feeling herself drip down her legs. He slid her underwear off, grabbing fistfuls of her firm ass, fully appreciating her incredible body. Spreading her wide, he sucked on her lips, first the right, then the left, taking his sweet time with each one. Her clit, swollen and erect, twitched with anticipation. "You are so wet," Ryan panted, and pushed her onto the mattress, flipping her over. He grabbed her thighs, pushed them back and apart, and dove right back into her pussy, finally drawing her clit up into his mouth while using his thumb to fuck her, hitting her g-spot as hard as he could. Madeline let out a louder than usual moan and thrust her crotch up into his face, pinching her own nipples.

He finger-banged her for a good 15 minutes and then drew back, hovering right above her engorged flesh, mischievously smiling as he lightly flicked her clit with the tip of his tongue. Oh, Ryan knew exactly what he was doing. She felt herself filling up, knowing release was imminent. As she pushed back against his mouth, a stream of clear, warm come shot out of her, dousing his face and chest. "Jackpot!" Ryan thought. He alternated between slamming his fingers into her and pulling them out and gently rolling them over her clit, each time producing an impressive arch of ejaculate from her throbbing cunt as Madeline squealed with pleasure. Ryan rose up, jizz dripping off his beard, and kissed her so she could taste herself. "I have to fuck you," he breathlessly declared.

Barely coherent, Madeline panted, "No, I have to suck your dick, first."

Still shaking, she flipped Ryan over and grabbed his cock. She was usually fond of slowly teasing his entire body before getting to the good stuff, but this time she wanted his dick filling up her mouth as soon as possible. On all fours, arching her ass up into the air, she licked her lips and thrust his dick in as far as it could go, sliding it down her throat without even pausing for breath, taking him in so far her lips pressed against his body. Ryan reached around and slid his fingers back in her from behind, her moans muffled by his cock. She clamped her soft lips down tight as she swiveled up and down, up and down on his hard shaft, running her tongue along the underside and then swirling it around the tip when she'd get to the top. "Fuck.that feels so fucking good," he softly muttered. Madeline used one hand to assist her mouth, twisting it over Ryan's impossibly hard cock like an extension of her lips, while maintaining a gentle grip on his balls with the other. She furiously sucked him with an expertly steady rhythm, ramming his dick against the back of her throat. Every few minutes she'd pull away and jerk him off, admiring how nice her hands, with their long, red nails, looked wrapped around his insanely sexy cock.

"Okay," Madeline said, not able to hold back any longer. "I have to have you inside me, now."

Ryan was more than happy to oblige. He grabbed her thighs with both hands, using her body to guide him inside her. The tip of his cock barely touched her before she squirted again, soaking them both. He smiled as come ran off his dick, and then plunged himself inside of her, hard and deep. Ohhhhhhhh my God," Madeline sighed, loving how her pussy stretched as he filled her. She tightened her cunt around him, feeling his weight sink down on top of her, and she dug her nails into Ryan's back as he worked his dick in as far as he could.

All of a sudden, he straightened up, found his leverage, and began fucking her as fast as humanly possible. They were a blur of skin and sweat as he slammed her so hard the entire room shook loudly. "Harder.harder.HARDER!" she screamed, his cock hitting places in her that she never knew existed, that felt so good it made her eyes water. Her tits bounced wildly, forcing Ryan to steady them with his hands. On her back, she placed her feet on the bed and began thrusting her hips, bouncing up and down on him, hitting every inch of the walls of her pussy, until he pulled out, spread her lips, and began furiously rubbing her clit. Madeline ejaculated again, this time spraying it all over herself. His eyes widened as he watched come splash down on her face and tits, and slid his free hand all over her dripping body, admiring her work. "Did I actually just come on my own face?" Madeline asked.

"Yes, and it was fucking awesome," Ryan replied.

"Oh yeah? You ain't seen nothing," she grinned.

Madeline pushed her feet against his chest, toppling him onto his back. She straddled him, hovering above his cock, teasing him while pinching her clit, dripping all over him. She grabbed Ryan's shaft, placed the tip of his dick between her lips, and gently allowed her weight to force him into her. Riding him hard, her clit rubbed against his body, nearly bringing her orgasm every few seconds until she would draw back. She alternated between dragging her nails down his chest and reaching up to grab the pole that ran over his loft, bending herself backwards and extending her body so her bouncing tits pointed straight up, begging to be grabbed.

Madeline placed her feet against the bed and used the leverage to thrust her body up and down, spreading her legs so Ryan could watch himself go into her. She fucked him with everything she had, riding him while he placed his thumb under her clit, gently circling it. "Make yourself come," Ryan instructed, and Madeline was happy to oblige. She bucked and twisted her hips, forcing herself against his thumb while her wetness pooled between them, splashing with each thrust, until she reached the point of no return. She came for what seemed like five minutes, riding the waves, each one better than the one before. The pleasure was so intense that she blacked out for a few seconds, screaming before she fainted, and waking up a sweaty, breathless, twitching, post-orgasmic pile in the sheets.

After she caught her breath, she turned to Ryan, whose long, gentle fingers were stroking her body while he smiled. "Okay," she said. "Your turn." She bent down to take his dick in her mouth again. It tasted like her pussy, her come, her sweat. As Madeline enthusiastically lapped herself off his cock, she reached up and gently pinched his nipples, making him groan. "I want to see you shoot come everywhere," she said, and spit on her hands. Gripping his dick tight, she worked him with both hands, twisting them up and down, focusing her attention on the tip which was red and throbbing.

Her hands were tired and her wrists were cramping up, but she felt the underside of his shaft start to pulse and knew he was close. Ryan smiled and breathed, "I'm.almost there." He had underestimated himself, because before he even finished the sentence, a glistening ribbon of white streamed across his body, glazing his stomach and chest and landing, at its furthermost point, on the sheets above his head. Madeline laughed in amazement and looked at her hand, shiny and sticky.

"Jesus," she said, impressed. "You almost came more than me." They collapsed on each other, a tangled mess of panting, sweaty limbs, while Ryan gently nuzzled her face with his, kissing her cheeks.

Madeline smiled, despite knowing the fight that was at home waiting for her. "That was exactly what I needed," she sighed, finally satisfied after all these weeks.

"It was a pleasant surprise," Ryan agreed, as he rubbed her back.

Madeline smiled up at him. Feeling safe and warm, she pushed the stress of her relationship with Mike out of her head. "Enjoy this while you can," she told herself, as she fell asleep in the crook of Ryan's neck.

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Sandi Church said:

I'm making my husband (who likes it but.....) so he get a glimpse of what goes on in OUR heads and bodies. He does not believe me when I explain it to him, nor have I explained it too him like THAT. Woo, I'm tired out just reading it.

January 09, 2008

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