“So take me” I command, already wet from my obvious success in pleasuring him.
In a heartbeat he is on top of me ripping my pants off, while he’s still clad in leather, I hoist the hem line up to his waist so I can grab his buttocks, digging my nails into them as he penetrates me. It’s swift and hard, taking no mercy; it’s a pain mixed with intense pleasure that makes me dizzy “Ahhhh” we both cry out together, stilling for a moment so we can become accustomed to the sensation, before pulling back and starting up a slower rhythm. As soon as I have recovered from the initial pounding enough to feel my arms and legs again, I sit up placing my hands on his chest a pushing him back, he instantly knows where I’m heading and without hesitation, weaves one arm around my waist and spins us so I am straddling him.
His little nurses uniform was exactly what I needed, if he is comfortable enough to come to me looking like that, then I can definitely afford to be a little more adventurous too.
I start to move, tentatively at first, but then he places his hands on my hips guiding me up and down with more momento, until I pick up the pace. I begin to grind my hips in a circle each time our bodies meet, he matches my style and starts to move his in the opposite direction so that each time I can feel every inch of him inside me, the pressure it creates is addictive and soon I’m moving without consciously thinking about what I’m doing, instead just becoming a slave to my own pleasure. Leaning back I place my hands on either side of his knees and arch my back, creating a whole new sensation to explore, it feels great, but I want more intensity, so I bring my knees up until I’m resting on my feet, effectively squatting over him.
On queue he slips his arms between my legs so his hands cup my buttocks, taking a lot of my weight off my own legs. I move my body forward so I am upright again, now placing my hands next to my feet for balance and slowly start to move my hips. I gasp as I lower myself down, I really have achieved the level of intensity I was looking for, and much much more besides. It’s as if so far I’d only been taking half of his length inside me, it now seems like forever until our bodies meet again. As we come together the second time he flexes at the last minute giving me even more than I was expecting, “oh, Carlos yes!” I cry out, he takes my enjoyment and blows it out the water, lifting my buttocks a few inches up he moves his hips at lightening speeds, ramming into me over and over, I couldn’t hope to keep up so I just stay still while he takes control; he’s so fast and hard I can feel my body melting, but I must stay on my feet or I’ll loose the impending orgasm, I cry out again and again, letting him know I’m close begging him to keep going, “I’m going to cum” he warns
“Me too” I manage just as it hits me, my muscles clenching around him finishes him off and he shouts my name as he cums inside me. He lets go of me so I can relax back down onto my knees, collapsing on top of him, panting together as our heart rates slowly return to normal.
We lie together both still almost fully clothed; my head cradled against his pvc clad shoulder, his arm draped over me, while I run my fingers over the squeaky material, by now suctioned onto his chest from sweat.
“Maybe next time I should wear this” I tease him.
Batting my hand away playfully, “Oi, get your own, this ones mine!” he retorts, hugging his arm tighter around me.
He never questions my reluctance to be naked, by all accounts he just wholeheartedly accepts it. In a way I’m glad, but I know if he did attempt it I would just let him, I would be insanely uncomfortable, and not half so willing to be anywhere but missionary, but I would let him undress me, if that’s what it took to keep him happy and interested.
“Ahem” I practice verbalising my thoughts by clearing my throat,