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instruction, this time to move. For some reason I was floating along the edge of my subspace, not quite getting as far into the mind-set as I usually did, but close. Closer than usual.
With my legs spread, my arms stretched out in front of me, and ass raised for his touch, I relaxed a little further into the natural feeling of being his. Will positioned himself on the bed behind me, and I felt his lips at the base of my spine, kissing down until he reached the crease of my ass. Then his hands spread my cheeks, opening me to his touch, and his lips worked down farther still.
His lips only fluttered over my asshole, the briefest of kisses, before he drew back and reached for the lube I kept in my nightstand. I waited, perfectly still, as he flipped the cap open and poured a little on his fingers, then gently traced the same pattern over my hole.
I didn’t whimper when he pushed his fingers in, but my breath did catch on an inhalation, and that was enough to earn me a sharp, reprimanding spank. I knew him well enough to pick up on his game, and if he wanted me silent, then I could do that. I could try.
Will stretched me gently and made sure my body had time to adapt before he withdrew his fingers and slapped my thigh, a very obvious suggestion that I should flip over. When I was on my back, I smiled slowly and reached for him. Will moved so he was once again between my thighs and started to carefully push his cock inside me. I found myself concentrating on the rhythmic, hypnotic feel of air being sucked into my lungs then expelled again, deep breaths that relaxed both my body and my mind.
Then he was all the way there, right where I needed him.
The sounds of our bodies moving together seemed to be heightened when we were both making so much effort to be quiet, and it was only then that I really realized how loud I could be when we had sex. I couldn’t stop the gasps for breath or the sound of my own heavy breathing, but I was hyperaware of Will’s movements around and over and inside me as I focused more intently on them.
Will brushed my cheek with his hand, and I opened my eyes to watch him watching me intently. I wanted to ask him why, what on earth was making him look at me like that, but that was against the rules. Aware that he’d stopped moving and was holding himself above me, smiling for some unknown reason, I tried to figure out what it was that he wanted or needed from me.
I wanted to ask him for permission to come, to beg for it, since this felt like a session, but it felt more important to come silently, so I pressed my lips to his throat, already begging for forgiveness. I dug my fingers into the fleshy part of his ass and hung on for dear life as his thrusts shortened, and with one violent throb against my prostate, we came together.
I could feel the rushing of his blood through his carotid artery when I pressed my lips to his throat, and I struggled not to moan or whimper now as much as ever as he gently pulled his dick from my abused ass and reached over for his boxers. He used the soft fabric to gently clean me off, then wiped his own dick before tossing the now ruined shorts in our laundry hamper.
Then he rolled onto his side, pulled my arm around him, and fell like a stone into sleep.
T HE next morning I woke to his lips on my neck and his fingers in my hair, gently coaxing me out of the cocoon of sleep. He still didn’t speak as he showered and dressed; nor did I, determined not to lose this unspoken game.
Will was smiling, almost smirking, as he held out my travel mug of coffee when I rushed down the stairs, late, as always. I took it from him and leaned in for a kiss. He caught my cheek and my attentions as he kissed me, intimately, knowingly.
I nudged his nose with mine before we broke away, inhaled the smell of him to carry with me, and left.
Silently.
A S THE seasons started to change and the rain settled into a more constant, cold presence, our lives relaxed into a
With my legs spread, my arms stretched out in front of me, and ass raised for his touch, I relaxed a little further into the natural feeling of being his. Will positioned himself on the bed behind me, and I felt his lips at the base of my spine, kissing down until he reached the crease of my ass. Then his hands spread my cheeks, opening me to his touch, and his lips worked down farther still.
His lips only fluttered over my asshole, the briefest of kisses, before he drew back and reached for the lube I kept in my nightstand. I waited, perfectly still, as he flipped the cap open and poured a little on his fingers, then gently traced the same pattern over my hole.
I didn’t whimper when he pushed his fingers in, but my breath did catch on an inhalation, and that was enough to earn me a sharp, reprimanding spank. I knew him well enough to pick up on his game, and if he wanted me silent, then I could do that. I could try.
Will stretched me gently and made sure my body had time to adapt before he withdrew his fingers and slapped my thigh, a very obvious suggestion that I should flip over. When I was on my back, I smiled slowly and reached for him. Will moved so he was once again between my thighs and started to carefully push his cock inside me. I found myself concentrating on the rhythmic, hypnotic feel of air being sucked into my lungs then expelled again, deep breaths that relaxed both my body and my mind.
Then he was all the way there, right where I needed him.
The sounds of our bodies moving together seemed to be heightened when we were both making so much effort to be quiet, and it was only then that I really realized how loud I could be when we had sex. I couldn’t stop the gasps for breath or the sound of my own heavy breathing, but I was hyperaware of Will’s movements around and over and inside me as I focused more intently on them.
Will brushed my cheek with his hand, and I opened my eyes to watch him watching me intently. I wanted to ask him why, what on earth was making him look at me like that, but that was against the rules. Aware that he’d stopped moving and was holding himself above me, smiling for some unknown reason, I tried to figure out what it was that he wanted or needed from me.
I wanted to ask him for permission to come, to beg for it, since this felt like a session, but it felt more important to come silently, so I pressed my lips to his throat, already begging for forgiveness. I dug my fingers into the fleshy part of his ass and hung on for dear life as his thrusts shortened, and with one violent throb against my prostate, we came together.
I could feel the rushing of his blood through his carotid artery when I pressed my lips to his throat, and I struggled not to moan or whimper now as much as ever as he gently pulled his dick from my abused ass and reached over for his boxers. He used the soft fabric to gently clean me off, then wiped his own dick before tossing the now ruined shorts in our laundry hamper.
Then he rolled onto his side, pulled my arm around him, and fell like a stone into sleep.
T HE next morning I woke to his lips on my neck and his fingers in my hair, gently coaxing me out of the cocoon of sleep. He still didn’t speak as he showered and dressed; nor did I, determined not to lose this unspoken game.
Will was smiling, almost smirking, as he held out my travel mug of coffee when I rushed down the stairs, late, as always. I took it from him and leaned in for a kiss. He caught my cheek and my attentions as he kissed me, intimately, knowingly.
I nudged his nose with mine before we broke away, inhaled the smell of him to carry with me, and left.
Silently.
A S THE seasons started to change and the rain settled into a more constant, cold presence, our lives relaxed into a
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