Sometimes You Have a Feeling

He was stroking her hair as she sucked on him. She stroked his balls and ran her tongue in circles as she felt his cock start to grow. She grasped the base of his cock and started moving up and down with both hand and mouth as he grew in her mouth. He was getting longer and thicker and harder. He was moaning now too, encouraging her to move up and down to his rhythm. He was hard enough now that she had to open her throat to keep taking it down. He started moving faster with her hand sliding along his hard shaft. She could see that he responded better if her hand slid along his skin, rather than just pulling the skin up and down so she moved extra saliva into her mouth to lubricate the motion. He was in her throat now so the lubrication of her throat and mouth were the perfect slickness. She knew this would make him cum anytime she wanted. She was in control of him now and could taking him over the edge if she wanted, but her pussy wanted him there again. She wanted him to slide into her from behind. She wanted to feel that hard cock covered in her spit slide into the tightness of her wet pussy and mingle with his cum.

She sat up, grabbed a couple pillows for under her tummy, spread her knees wide and presented her waiting pussy and ass to him. She had no doubt he would get the message.

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It felt so good just holding her as he recovered from releasing all his pent up lust inside her for the first time. She fit perfectly in his arms. When she started moving down on him and took his soft shaft completely into her mouth he could have fainted himself. He was extra sensitive after his orgasm so the warmth and texture of her mouth was exquisite. He closed his eyes and let himself just enjoy the gift of her tenderness. He couldn't help but let out a few soft moans of pleasure and he wanted her to know he appreciated what she was giving him. Hell, "appreciated" was an understatement. He loved what she was doing. He had a difficult time surrendering control and just receiving from other people, even this. It took a conscious effort not to just roller her back over and take her again, but this was the kind of practice he enjoyed. He stroked her hair and just relaxed into the moment.

As she stoked his balls he again made the conscious decision to receive. She was gentle. She wouldn't hurt him. She was being careful and tender and it felt so good. She was being so damn good to him. He didn't know how long it would take for him to get hard again. He knew he would, but didn't want to rush it. He let her suck him and stroke him. His response didn't take as long as he had hoped. His cock couldn't help but respond to her lips, tongue, and now hand. His balls were tightening up and his shaft was growing thicker and longer in response to this loving, unselfish attention. He came fully erect when she opened her throat and pushed down on him all the way. He could feel the tightness of her throat on the head of his cock. He could hear her breathing change. She stroked him with more force between her fingers in time with her mouth and his hips responded on their own to start pushing into her harder with each pump. With one hand he held her head for a heartbeat each time her lips wrapped around the base of his cock just to hold that feeling of complete enfoldment for a second longer. He felt his cum building again.

Evidently she did too. But she didn't want it in her mouth.

She pulled off of him and before he could even open his eyes to see what was happening she was gathering pillows under her stomach. When her beautiful ass was presented to him he smiled. She knew what she wanted now. She had tasted what control felt like and wanted to keep the dance alive. She had set the next stage, but the presentation of her ass and pussy given to him with her on her knees was the ultimate offer of control. The submissive in her wanted to play again and he was only too ready to accept. He moved up behind her with just his face. Using one elbow as support he ran one hand up her thigh and cupped one cheek giving it a squeeze and opening her folds to his view. Her pussy was pink and swollen. Her clit was peeking out from under its hood. His cum had slid out of her to make the whole area slick and glistening from her pubic bone all the way past her asshole. He moved his face so close that she could feel his breath on her sensitive skin and inhaled the scent. He wasn't afraid of his own cum. He was a firm believer that anything he asked from her he had to be willing to give of himself. She had enjoyed the taste of their mingled sex and he wasn't freaked out by doing the same.

He kissed the insides of her thighs again and slowly let his tongue move from the side of her clit, up her labia and circle around the bit of space between her pussy and ass. The area was slick with their cum, mostly his, and he moved that wetness up to circle her little asshole. She gasped as his tongue circled her opening and he felt it contract under him. He kept circling it and moving the tip of his tongue just inside until she started to relax a little. She was trying and learning quickly. That was good. There was no rush.

He kept his mouth working lightly on her ass and moved his hand down to slide his index and middle fingers all the way into her pussy with his thumb gently pressing, but unmoving, on her clit. When he started moving his index finger back and forth across her g-spot in time with his middle finger stroking her cervix and his tongue flicking her ass. She pushed back into him and shuddered out his name in something just more than a whisper. It sounded like a prayer for release. It only took a few more strokes before he could feel her vagina contracting around his fingers as the waves of orgasm started. He matched the timing of the contractions with the motion of his fingers and pushed his tongue into her ass. She arched her back and pumped her hips on him until the climax finished and then collapsed onto the pillows.

Before she could even catch her breath he was on his knees behind her and between her legs gliding the tip of his cock from her pussy to her ass to tease her a few times before pushing into her pussy all the way with one steady powerful lunge. He could feel her cervix hit the tip of his cock and she came again instantly. He cupped her hips in each hand and pulled her back up to a fully kneeling position with her ass stretched out to him. He knew she was spread wide and the access he had to the deepest penetration of her body was his to enjoy. Enjoy it he did, moving slowly out of her and back in slowly at first. He needed to feel the hardness of her pubic bone stroke the sensitive nerves on the underside of his cock. He rocked those against her teasingly, only a few inches into her a few times until he felt his orgasm start to build. He had not expected it to happen so quickly after having just cum a few minutes earlier (he wasn't a 25-year-old kid anymore after all), but the sight of her offering herself to him, the curve of her waist into her hips, the small of her tangy crotch, and the sweet wet tightness of that little pussy all conspired in the most marvelous way to bring another orgasm. He didn't want to miss it and began to pound into her harder and harder. The sound of their wet hips slapping against each other was loud. He almost lost his concentration on the moment wondering if people in the next rooms or hall could hear them. He didn't care. His thighs were beginning to ache from his hard deep thrusts and her moans were turning to whimpers. He could feel her pussy getting tighter and a little less wet. The friction was finally too much and he started to cum. He released one jet of semen deep insider her again, then pulled out and pumped his cock between her ass cheeks pointed his load up over her back. He could feel the skin of her pucker under his cock and the slickness between her cheeks was enough to keep the streams of cum pouring out of him, arching over the base of her spine to land in drops all over her lower back. He let out a groan himself. It was a beautiful sight. With a final shudder he curled his body over her. His stomach matching the slight curve of her lower back completing the contact between her body, his cum, and his body as he wrapped his arms around her. She turned her head to the side and he kissed her temple, then rested his head on hers to savor another moment he knew would be in his mind forever. Maybe longer.

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She loved how he covered, wrapped, and filled her. He stayed on top of her quietly breathing in time with her for several minutes before rolling to one side and pulling her close to him again, spooning her from the side. Again he adjusted the pillows. This time her head was on his bicep instead of his chest and she was again amazed at how comfortable his muscles were. Eventually, he kissed her shoulder.

"I need a shower. Care to join me?" he asked.

"Hmmmm, I think I would pass out if I stood up right now. How about you go get the water running and I'll join you in a few minutes?" she responded.

She hadn't even thought how unusual it was for her to claim her own need in that statement. Normally she would have gone along just because it was what he suggested. It took a few seconds for her to realize what had just happened. She smiled inside when she realized that she felt safe with him not just physically, but also on the level where she could just be herself. Hell, most of the time she didn't even know what being herself was because she had to play the roles others prescribed in so many different ways. It was a little scary, but exciting at the same time. She couldn't have imagined that he could open her up to feeling this kind of excitement on so many levels. She smiled and stretched, more content than she could ever remember being before this moment.

He moved off the bed and stood up.

"Wow, my knees are a bit wobbly too, now that you mention it. I think the next banana is mine" he said moving to the water bottles. He handed her a bottle of water and an apple, then moved toward the bathroom. He didn't close the door. His ass and legs looked great she thought. The calves were strong and she thought it would feel good to run her hands over his entire body like he had already done with her. She would also enjoy exploring his back and shoulders. He had an athletic body, but he wasn't sculpted. He was more "real" like a Greek sculpture. There was muscle, and strength, but also the flesh of experience of life and the comforts of enjoying what life offers. Those thoughts made the fluttering in her tummy return. She moved to sit up on the bed with pillows behind her back, sipped at the cool water, and took a few bites from the apple. An apple. Yes, this must have been what Eve felt, eating the fruit from the tree of knowledge. She knew so much more about herself and her life experience than she had just a few hours ago.

She closed her eyes and felt her body from the inside out. Her toes were slightly cold, probably due to her blood being in other places. She felt where he had gripped her hips. There may be bruises there tomorrow just from the strength of his hands. He had never smacked her ass like guys did in porn movies or the men she had been with before thought was cute. He didn't need to be cute. She had no doubt he might spank her bottom sometime, but knew he would likely be teaching her something about the sensations and transfer of energy and power if he decided to spank her. He didn't seem to do anything without intention. Did he know how to be spontaneous? She filed that away and continued feeling her body.

Her pussy was throbbing. He had stretched her and fucked her beyond what she had expected. She had been so wet, but she had cum so many times that at the end of their last intercourse her body couldn't keep up on its own and even the combination of her excitement and his cum had not been enough to keep the motion fully lubricated. There had been friction that bordered on pain, the good kind. The kind of friction that let her know he needed her enough to forget his gentlemanly ideals and be willing to just take what she offered because she wanted him to have it. The offering she made of her pain made the offering more valuable in her mind. She wondered how much of that she would be willing to give him and how much he was willing to receive. He was not easy to figure out. He was so good to her. He was tender and he was rough, but the roughness seemed controlled. Maybe he was scared of his full power but craved the expression of it at the same time the way she was afraid of her submissive needs but craved being taken out of herself. If that was the case, her time with this man was going to be incredible.

Her ass was tingling. She had let a couple other guys try anal sex with her. She had not enjoyed it very much. The only reason she had enjoyed it at all with them was because she was submissive and had enjoyed giving them the novelty. For herself, there had been no actual pleasure, just curiosity and a bit of discomfort. She thought they were just checking a box on the list of things they had wanted to try. It was different this time. He had excited her nerves there. It was like an itch that she now wanted to scratch. The flesh was excited and she wanted to experience more, wanted to explore the sensations in a new way. He hadn't forced anything, even though she wouldn't have stopped him had he tried to push into her. That made her want him more. Thinking of him teaching her to feel her butt as a sexual part of her body made her feel incredibly...naughty. She almost giggled at that thought and her stomach fluttered again.

She took another bite of apple and some juice dropped onto her chest. As she reflexively wiped the juice off herself she realized that he had not really paid much attention to her breasts. She felt a pang of guilt for being a little annoyed with him about that. Normally her breasts were like magnets to men's' hands and mouths. Granted, he had treated her well, but her nipples were not sore and she liked that feeling. She might need to make her tits more available to him in obvious ways. She felt a little naughty thinking about that too, shoving her tits in his mouth seemed brazen. Shoving her tits in his face was not submissive at all. Confusing. How could she be feeling submissive and empowered all at the same time?

She took the last bite of the apple and realized that he must be wondering where she was and she definitely needed a shower to revive her body and clean off the sweat and cum that was now drying on her skin. She liked the feeling his drying cum made on her skin, but she wanted to be clean and she wanted to explore his body in the shower. When she stood her knees were wobbly too and she was glad to have eaten the apple. In some ways he seemed to know her better than she knew herself. She smiled and headed toward the bathroom.

The steam was thick. He was sitting on the floor of the shower with his arms wrapped around his knees, relaxing under the flow of the hot water. He looked up and smiled at her when she moved in with him. He didn't say anything. She thought about sitting down next to him or moving to sit between his legs, but she decided he was at the perfect angle to enjoy looking at her and she felt like giving him a little show. Her body was beautiful. She knew it and she knew he would notice every curve and line of her body.

She smiled back at him as she turned her back to the jet and arched her neck to tilt her hair under the stream. Her pussy would be right in front of his face arching toward him. Her breasts would be full and firm when he looked up. She flexed her calves a little and opened her mouth. She took some time with the shampoo to let the soft suds run down her body, expecting it to be too much for him. Now it was a game. She could feel his eyes on her and she wanted to look at him, but she didn't let herself. She wanted to be as casual as he was being. She wanted him to think this was no big deal for her. It was a big deal for her, the deal was how much she could tease him before he just had to touch her. She knew she was going to win and she wasn't about to start playing fair.

She rinsed the shampoo and added some conditioner, then started with the soap. He didn't have a washcloth in here. What was it with guys not using washcloths? She hadn't grabbed one either, so she just started by spinning the soap between her hands, then used one hand to lather her breasts and moved the bar slowly over her stomach with the other. She soaped up her hands again and moved toward her pussy. When she touched herself she could feel that not all the wetness there now was from the shower. The idea of stroking herself so close to his face made her even more excited so she decided to enjoy it and started rubbing herself in earnest with one hand on her clit and the other pinching her nipple. It felt so good with the smooth soapsuds. She was warm, and naked and completely comfortable.

She felt his movement before his touch so she didn't jump when his hands lightly wrapped the backs of her ankles and slid up to her calves as he moved to kneel before her. She expected his mouth to find her clit again, but instead, he wrapped his arms around her hips and laid his cheek against her stomach and just hugged her.

She took the bar of soap and started massaging his upper back and shoulders. He was so strong. He looked down his body and saw for the first time how wide his shoulders really were compared to his waist and ass. She moved the soap down both of his arms and to his ribs. He jumped a bit when she touched his ribs. He was ticklish! This guy who seemed to have everything figured out and under control was ticklish.

He stood up to face her and their lips met in a long deep kiss. The kept kissing with his arms wrapped around her and the hot water moving over and between their bodies. She could feel his dick getting hard again against her leg and she put a soapy hand around him and started stroking. He moaned and his cock grew firm again. This time it felt thicker than it had before and not so long. She didn't get cocks. Why did they take different shapes at different times? Who knew?

He was obviously loving her touch, but he moved his hands up to rinse the conditioner out of her hair for her. She'd forgotten it was even there. His hands massaged her scalp and she massaged his cock. It was a fair trade she told herself with an inward smile.

"Turn around and let me wash your back. It seems that since I messed it up, I should clean it..." he joked.

When she turned he took the soap from her and lathered her up before massaging all of her muscles from neck to shoulders and down to her ass and hips. He was good. She had to brace her hands on the wall to give the resistance he needed to work her muscles.

"There, good as new." He said as he turned her around and kissed her again. "How about we head back to bed before all this steam sets off the fire alarm or something?" She looked around and realized that she could barely see to the sink. She smiled and nodded. The did a final spin to get rid of the last of the soap, turned off the water, and stepped out. He opened a towel for her and wrapped it around her as she stepped toward him. He took another and started to dry her face, arms, and kneeling again ran the towel over her legs and feet before standing and wrapping around himself. He took a hand towel and worked on her hair, then his own. The room was a sauna so it felt wonderful as he opened the door and the cool air rushed in to raise goosebumps on her flesh. The cool air filled her lungs and she felt reborn.

The brushed their hair and teeth again and he excused himself from the bathroom. She stayed for a second to dry her hair some more and use the toilet. She didn't know what else he might have in mind for their night, but she wanted to be ready. She wanted more she realized, but the night had already been one of the best in her life, so if all they did was fall asleep in each other's arms, she would likely be as happy as she had ever been.