Obsession

Have you ever obsessed about someone. Like not even just the sex but the person on a whole. I’m engaged to be married and so is he but the spark. Is literally otherworldly. 

I realized my feelings were deep one evening when I was crying, no scratch that cow bawling  about how life was treating me  and the only person I wanted to talk to was him. Not my mum, not my other half, just him. He decided he was coming over to comfort me and came with drinks and food.  We watched a few shows on Netflix and he began absently rubbing circles on my back seeing as I was laying on his chest. 

Just his touch made my heart beat faster and while he was dying of laughter at the movie I was heating up down below. He looked at me and kissed my forehead and after that, I just lost it. I climbed on top of him and started kissing him slowly, savoring the taste and feel of him on my lips. He tasted so good and the fact that he matched my fervor made me want to rip my clothes off. He stopped me from taking the lead as he put me on back then started giving me some butterfly kisses. I was a fucking river by now, and we hardly even started. 

He pinned my hands on top of my head, all while using his tongue to make circles on my neck. Gently biting on it then blowing cool air where he had bitten. I was wildly horny, barely able to control myself. But for once, I behaved and allowed myself to be dominated. I hate wearing clothes so I only had on a thin t shirt. This made it easy for him to explore me, so he began sucking on my nipple through the shirt. It was so electrifying as I wasn’t used to anyone taking time to pleasure me like this. I always did the pleasuring, and with all the stress I was under I was one with it. 

He finally stripped me down and latched onto my nipples again this time rolling it between his teeth and tongue. Just how I would normally do it. He kept interchanging between both my breast making me moan with delight. I was so ready for him, I could literally smell my desire. I felt my juices coating the lips of my pussy. Running out of me as he took me to a place I’d never been, just by being attentive. He then furthered his exploration of my body, as he kissed down to my navel. Biting my sides, running his wet tongue all over my torso and I just couldn't help but to beg him to fuck me.

Tying my hands together and then to the bed post, he spread my legs put a pillow underneath my butt, and barely edged the tip of his rock hard penis in my pussy. I gasped from the pleasure wanting to grab his body and pull him in deeper but he held my face stead and kept eye contact as he continued his torture. I literally felt my entire body humming. I was a goner. If I wasn’t in love before I definitely was after that. When he finally filled me up, I cried I angled my body higher so I could take more of him literally begging him to fuck my brains out. But yet he still remained at the same place. Somehow my hand got free and I flipped us. Escaping to get ice from the fridge I readly for retribution. Placing a few pieces in my mouth I chew them up blowing cold air over his sticky shiny penis.

I began sucking the tip allowing the ice cold feeling to seep into the head, moaning he pushed my head lower but I was only returning the favor. I did that until be begged me to fuck my throat so I let him he had his hands tangled in my hair with an iron grip fucking my throat as hard as he could and I came right then and there. Bringing over face down ass all the way up he began  fucking me do hard I could feel his balls slapping my clit with every stroke. He rested his thumb on my very wet and lubricated anus making the feeling even more intense. I was screaming by this point not giving a fuck what my neighbors though. I heard myself moan but it didn’t sound like me. All reservations left my body. I felt my soul float  up to watch us. Listening to him moan my name while admitting my body had him whipped was enough to make me squirt all over my bed.