The Last Time

"Roll over, those were the only two words spoken" breathing out, remembering back, "yes, they were roll over, and i did. His hands gripped my hips, large, wide and firm. i could feel His thumbs against my ass cheeks, smoothing down to grip at the lower curves, pulling them apart as He knelt behind me."

Burrowing face within the pillow, holding onto it from beneath, "for a while, He just looked, but then i felt it - that knob pressing forward, stroking between the holes, teasing that small flap of skin between them, probing one, then the other but entering neither, just teasing. Even now, thinking about it, i groan. i can feel the mattress giving beneath the weight, dimpling as legs align. i can feel my back arch, my shoulders digging downward, the pillow almost suffocating as it muffles the sound. Pressing backward, my fingers move over the sheets, nails clawing at them hoping for a decision, although clenching, instinctively, against one. "

Blushing a bit, "then i felt it, that decision, the sheath stretching to accommodate His girth, nether lips pulling together, spasming as His finger finds that tiny bud nestled, unhooded, pinching it. Pinching and pulling while stroking deeper and deeper. my cries remain muffled, into the pillow, driven there with each thrust. It's quick, without need to procrastinate, just straight and hard and fast. Then, one more word... Cum. It wasn't a request. As He did, i did, then the the mattress shifted again, the light went out and sleep descended."