Wednesday, July 29, 2009
Dinner with the beast
at 8:28 PM
We'd spent the evening with others and did our best to resist each other.
Usually, within minutes of being around each other, we're both naked. Funny, it actually feels strange to wear clothing with him around.
Finally alone, he went to the kitchen to pour me some wine. As he stood at the counter in his khaki shorts, I walked in, wearing lacy boy shorts and a smile, and ran my fingers along his powerful shoulders.
He turned to me and kissed me. His breathing was shallow and quick. He left me for an instant and walked to the kitchen table. In one flawless swoop, everything was scooted off to one side of the table.
I stood at the counter as he rushed back to my side, lifted me and laid me gently across the table.
Dinner was served.
He pulled up a chair, parted my legs and began savoring the meal he'd longed for during the past few hours. I'm not sure I have ever been devoured by a hungrier man. He seemed to absolutely revel in the wetness he had caused.
I was exposed and vulnerable, like helpless prey sprawled out for a famished animal.
I sat up and pulled him into me for a kiss. I loved the taste of me on his lips. He had already shed the rest of his clothing and was ready for his next course.
With his large hands, he pulled my ass to the edge of the table and impaled me roughly. That first thrust always takes my breath away.... I wrapped my arms around his strong neck and shoulders and he lifted me from the table. My knees were hooked in his elbows and he was bouncing me into him. The sound of slapping flesh and his guttural purrs were resonating in my ear. I was getting weaker with every second and I reached back for the table for security.
We were aligned in such a way that he could slide into me as quickly or as slowly as he wanted. My hands, the only things touching the table, kept me lifted, hovering inches above as he held my legs around his waist.
He was controlling the movement of my body.
He was fucking himself... with me.
I watched his face - sweat beads forming on his forehead, mouth parted in intense concentration and a look of awe as he drove his cock with exact precision into my now swollen pussy. I could tell that he loved what he was seeing.
But to see what I saw?
I saw his shoulder muscles completely bulge up like I have never seen before. I saw the biceps of his arms that were holding me and swinging me into him as if I were weightless. I saw his pectoral muscles throb with every pull of my body closer to his.
I no longer saw a man.
I saw a beast.
And as his assault grew faster and faster, I watched, overcome with ecstasy. He fell over me on the kitchen table groaning and growling loudly.
I looked at him in complete admiration. I wasn't even seeing him the same anymore. The only words I could utter were,
Picture from here