Creative Madness - continued.

[hiddenmuse]

A few nights later, Steve came home from work and I greeted him at the door with a passionate kiss - my cue that I was in a damn good mood. He smiled at me, then slapped me on the butt, which perked me up quickly. He was in a similar mood.

"Sweetie, let's skip dinner. I'm up for something else right now." I said, turning around and shaking my ass at him as I walked away.
"Mmmmmm, Juliana, I love it when you're bad." he whispered, kissing the back of my neck.

My intention was to go into the bathroom and get ready to give Steve his surprise. Instead, he followed me in, watched me undress, then pretty much bent me over the bathroom counter.

He flipped the lid on the KY Jelly, and my clit twitched. I felt the cold lube being rubbed on the entrance of my ass, one of his fingers penetrating soon afterwards. His other hand reached around to fondle one of my breasts while he slowly worked a second finger inside me.

The way he used his fingers, he was slow and methodical, wanting me to enjoy it and be ready for what he would do next. I was getting so close to the edge when he pulled out and finished undressing.

Before anything else could happen, I turned around and went right for his nipples, licking and teasing them while he let his pants fall to the floor, his erection straining against his boxer briefs.
"Fuck me." I muttered into his chest.
"Gladly, baby..." he whispered as I worked on pulling his boxer briefs off.

I was in my earlier position, elbows propped up on the bathroom counter, ass in the air, quite possibly teasing my lovely man. The rip of a foil condom wrapper, the audible 'splurt' of more lube, and soon Steve was beginning to slowly enter me. I gasped and moaned at the same time, my pussy getting incredibly wet as I was starting to get into that feeling of being filled up.

He took his time, kissing my shoulders, keeping me as relaxed as possible. His strong hands on my hips, holding onto me as he began to thrust into me.
"A little faster, Steve" I moaned as he built up the pace gradually.

One of his hands went from my hip to my clit, fingers moving to spread me open, exposing me to his touch. A finger slid into my pussy, and he moaned in my hear upon discovering how wet I'd become from his cock in my ass.

"God, baby, you're so wet ... you feel so good.... Getting me harder knowing that you get turned on from being fucked like this."
"Shut up and fuck me ... we'll talk later." I panted.

We kept going until I threw back my head and cried out, feeling my entire body being taken over by pleasure. He thrust into me one last time, biting into my skin, moaning as he shuddered against me before slowly withdrawing. I was almost breathless, this was the first time Steve had taken me like this - not just the whole having sex in the bathroom, so much as where I was being fucked.

Now, I wanted to return the pleasure. Unlike him, I planned to be a bit more conventional, telling him to go into the bedroom, that I'd meet him there in a few minutes. Out of the linen closet, I retieved my leather harness (left over from a past relationship) and the dildo I'd gotten specifically for my lover's first time. After getting dressed up, I put on my bathrobe, then went into the bedroom, where Steve was lying in bed, smiling at me.

He got up from the bed, untied my bathrobe, looked at the dildo, then looked up at me. A wicked glint in his eye, then a smile, when he realized what I had in mind for him.

"How do you want me, Juliana? Should I be on my hands and knees in the bed, or on the floor, bent over the bed?"
I pondered it for a moment. "I want you on your hands and knees. Your ass in the air, because I know that you want this - and I know how much you want it."

While I took off the robe completely, Steve got into the bed, exactly the way I wanted him. I gave him a considerable amount of foreplay, not just paying attention to his ass. I was underneath him, sucking his cock, stroking his balls - not wanting him to cum so much as wanting him to feel very good and relaxed. I rimmed him for a short time, then made sure that he was well-lubed before I even entered him.

I teased the dildo against his asshole, then started to penetrate him, a few centimeters at a time. I knew that if he were uncomfortable, he wouldn't say anything until it was too late - typical guy stoicism. So, I paid attention to his moans and whispers. The instant he began to sound uncomfortable, I'd stop. Thankfully, that wasn't the case - and he seemed to be content with my taking my time as I fucked him.

I reached a hand around to his cock, brushing my fingertips across his erection, then wrapping my hand around the base, giving him a few good strokes before I went back to thrusting into him. We soon found a rhythm, where I'd fuck him, and he'd be essentially humping my hand - a rather active handjob, I suppose. When I started thrusting faster, he ended up burying his face in the pillow, grunts and moans muffled but still audible.

Soon, the only thing I could make out was his cry of "fuck me, Juliana ... oh god fuck me". Feeling him tensing up, I sped up a little, wanting him to cum - and wanting it to be as powerful for him as it was for me when I was at the receiving end. Hearing him saying 'fuck me' just got me even hotter. Those two words seemed like such a submissive thing to say, and hearing him nearly begging me to do it, I think I was coming without even touching myself.

He lifted up his head to catch his breath, then almost screamed when he came. He was panting, sweating, and close to passing out after his body started to recover from the intensity of the experience. I left for a moment, then came back to Steve, stripping the sheet off the bed, then falling right to sleep. I joined him, spooning him while he slept, my cheek resting on his warm damp skin.

Something told me that my lover might be interested in finding out what other surprises I had up my sleeve - but at another time.

~*The End*~