Becky’s breathing being drawn into long gasps.
“Oh fucking God!” she bellows as she rubs her clit with one hand while gripping the covers with the other. Becky’s skin shifts to bright red like a chameleon as she comes harder than any time I can remember. Her voice strains as she screams and her abs clench so tightly it’s like she’s doing crunches on her knees. It’s amazing how hard she comes, and watching it sends me over the edge, too.
My orgasm rushes forward, and as it surges, I realize that in the excitement of the night, I never even put on a condom. As I’m rocked by it, I have to pull my dick out of Becky. Just in time, cum shoots from my stiff cock and lands on Becky’s back and ass.
“Holy fucking shit,” Becky blares. “Yes! Come all over me, baby! Yes!”
I never knew she liked the idea of me literally coming all over her, but a reaction like that doesn't lie. So, I stroke my cock vigorously as I come, dripping all over Becky as she waits for it, loving every second. She even turns around to watch me stroke myself, and I’m convinced this is the hottest night our relationship has ever seen.
When it’s all said and done, I give Becky a towel to wipe herself off, while I lay down next to her. Once she’s cleaned up enough, Becky collapses next to me, panting.
“What the fuck?” she says, looking up at the ceiling with a hand on her sweaty forehead.
“What?” I ask.
“Where did that come from?” she says, still breathing hard. “That was amazing. That was fucking amazing. After the day I’ve had, that was exactly what I needed. Holy shit, baby.”
In my twenty-five years of life, I’m not sure I’ve ever felt prouder of myself, and the whole time Becky and I have been together, I know she’s never said that before. She’s come more times than I can count, and we’ve definitely had some great nights, but she’s never told me I was amazing, or that I just gave her exactly what she needed. We crossed into new territory tonight, and now that we have, I can never allow us to go back.
I fucked better than I ever have. I made Becky scream for me. I paid attention to her more than I ever have, and the results were insane. I communicated. Not to mention, I followed Dr. Colson’s golden rule and made sure my woman came before I did. I even found out something about Becky that I didn't know—she likes it when I come on her ass. Never saw that one coming.
Tonight, I blazed a new trail, and I can't wait to tell Dr. Colson the good news. I finally hit it out of the park, and I have Dr. Colson to thank for it. I’m glad I had the courage to seek him out, because Dr. Colson knows exactly what he’s doing.
Good News, Bad News
19
~ Malcolm ~
I have no idea what I’m doing. This situation with Ava is starting to take a turn for the worse, but I find myself conflicted. This may sound shallow, but as much as I’m concerned about Ava’s state of mind, when we fuck, it’s mind-blowing, and that type of sex is hard to say goodbye to.
Nobody would ever be able to tell just from talking to me or passing me in the street, but I crave control when having sex. I don't need it all the time in my everyday life, but when I’m fucking, nothing turns me on more than having full control of a woman. Knowing a woman has given herself to me, allowing me to please her, trusting that I’ll know how to please her—it’s an amazing feeling, and a job I take very seriously.
When a woman, a queen, lets go and asks me to give her everything she needs, it’s a gift of the greatest magnitude. Failure is not an option, and even though I know I’ll succeed, I’m full of pride and joy when I do. Seeing her satisfied and breathless is a daily desire for me. I crave it. Plus, Ava is just so fucking seductive. Her body, her sultry voice when she says yes sir, her face, her hair, her round eyes that lock onto me with lust dripping from them, the noises that escape her throat when she’s being properly fucked—I’m a prisoner to all of it, and Ava knows it.
It’s been a few days since