Well I’m happy to announce that I finally got some of what I’ve been craving forever!! And let me tell you, my abs have never felt more worked out…
I can honestly say that I don’t really remember the last time I was eaten out. I’m pretty sure it was right after we moved into this place before we really had any furniture to speak of. So last night, I was more than taken aback to hear an offer of oral sex, although delightfully pleased. Previous to the offer, we had watched a little bit of porn and already began some side-by-side penetration. The way we were laying, his cock was rubbing ever so nicely against my clit and my first orgasm came fast and unexpectedly. After I had orgasm, he says to me, “I really want to eat you out. But I want you to force me!”
I grabbed his shoulders and dug my nails in as I pushed him down my body. He kissed my neck and worked his way down to my breasts, stopping to lick each nipple. Then, he slowly kissed down my stomach which hasn’t happened in so long that I still shudder just thinking about it. I grabbed his head and more forcefully pushed him lower until he was comfortably nestled between my legs. Almost as soon as he started I felt like I was on the verge of my second orgasm.
Alas, it stayed as such for the entire oral sex session. Even though he kept saying he wanted me to cum in his mouth, I just couldn’t get all the way there. I was having the hardest time staying focused on the actual oral sex and not focusing on the thoughts in my head. I grabbed onto the headboard and tried even harder to focus, using all my muscles to lift my hips for easier access for him. And still the thoughts just kept flooding my head. He was probably down there for over half an hour before giving up complaining about both his knees and jaw hurting. In one sense, I felt relieved and in another, I felt disappointed. He was now completely limp…
I was too close to the edge of orgasm for that to be it for me, so I just kept playing until I eventually came. My muscles have never felt so on fire after a sex session of any kind. I felt like they were ripping in my abs and tearing in my arms. We fell asleep and I was pleased with the fact that I had had two orgasms and he had had none.
The next day, we slept a good portion of the day away. When he woke up, he had a raging boner that would not go away. Like most men, morning wood is a daily part of his life. But usually, he gives one little “Hey, get out of here!” rub and it goes away. This morning, not at all. He pulled down the top of his shorts and cuddled in close and I was awoken by this noticeably hard thing rubbing against my leg and ass. He whispered in my ear, “Would you like to go to the bathroom?”. What?!? Bathroom sex?!? Now that’s one that I seriously can’t remember the last time it happened. It’s been a super long time.
I giddily jumped out of bed and made my way up the stairs. I don’t think it’s ever been easier for me to get out of bed. I got up to the bathroom and quickly took my underwear off and within seconds he was behind me. I bent over the counter/sink and opened my legs as he quickly got all his shorts off. It took only a few seconds but the excitement I felt about it lasted me all day. I spent the whole day thanking him for the amazing wake up sex and the attempt at making me cum from oral sex. I was in a blissful place throughout the entire day, even when we had to get cleaning done and even when the kids were being terrors from the depths of hell.