Thread: The Point of No Return (The_PG&Malicious Lullaby)

Esther would have and probably should have been worried about this position. Being on top was never her strong suit. She felt she always did it wrong or didnt have enough drive or was slender enough to be able to move on a man properly. Mr. Pratt didnt seem to mind and she was finally getting the full deliciousness of this position because even as she moved slowly enough, his thrusts up into her proved just how powerful and amazing this position could be. She heard from Abby that riding a man was always fun because he could be felt more. Esther hadnt always been so sure. But she understood now. Each time he thrust upward, it felt like the tip of his cock collided against her g-spot. It sent a rolling sensation of deep pleasure through her each time. It was almost too good to be true that he could actually do that. Not many men could. In her experience, only two had been able to do it. Not even her ex-boyfriend did it. Chad like vanilla sex. Esther like the more exotic and daring flavors. She learned early on what her favorite position was. It never was missionary. That she believed was the perfect position for making love. Not for hot, heavy, rough fucking. Unless of course her legs were pushed upward that her knees pressed into her chest and he was incessantly thrusting so hard into her that each thrust collided with her g-spot and sent explosion after explosion of pleasure through her. That happened with one of the guys who raised the bar. She almost cried when she came. Riding had always felt awkward but with Mr. Pratt, he actually seemed to encourage her and seemed sorelieved that she was riding him as opposed to something boring that she felt like she might actually be doing it right. But her actual favorite position was when a man took her from behind and it was mostly because she felt it the most in that position and it was perfect and easy access to be spanked repeatedly until her ass cheeks were as red as a ripened tomato. Right now though, she felt this was perfect. They were taking their time and really feeling things out. It had been so long for her, that this slow moving allowed her to adjust fully around him so he didnt hurt her. Not that he probably could. She liked the pain. She liked penetration too much that it probably never could hurt unless it went south, literally. She liked to believe the ones that said it hurt, didnt enjoy it as much as she did. Maybe she was simply a masochist like that. She liked the pain, it pleased her and made her wet. Its why she enjoyed being spanked so much. It wasnt demeaning but it made her feel naughty, dirty and it made her feel like she was really giving in to her more carnal desires. And a man who could enjoy spanking her as much as she enjoyed being spanked was her kind of man. Her hands rest on his shoulders but her fingers bent and her nails dug into his flesh. She held on tightly and a lurch of pleasure surged through her. He had been playing with her breasts and the combination of her riding movements and his thrusts, pushed his hands apart so only his fingers grasped her nipples and it was delicious. It stung but the proper stimulation of those nubs that he was doing perfectly sent a jolt right through her and made her clamp down around him. It was rare that someone could make her feel good by her nipples, by her breasts. Usually she hardly felt anything from that and if she felt anything, it was always pain and not the good kind. But he did something that was a direct hotline to her pussy and it surprised her. But he seemed to like doing that as much as she liked him doing it to her. He did it again and her body shook a little bit and her hips gave an involuntary push into his, making his cock bury deeper inside of her tight and wet confines. Yes She hissed, leaning forward and raking her nails down his back. It was on the tip of her tongue, to ask him to spank her but she felt she shouldnt. In this position, he could easily spank her and she was itching for it. That plunge of pleasure of what it felt like to be thrust into while being spanked. She needed it but still, she didnt ask for it. She wasnt yet sure how he would react to that. Some men it was easy to tell. With Mr. Pratt, she honestly wasnt sure and the last thing she needed was for him to recoil and rebuff her the way Chad often did. Do it again. She whimpered, leaning down to lightly bite his shoulder as she gave her hips a bit of a roll. Her insides were on fire and her she could already feel that build up in the pit of her stomach. It didnt mean anything instant. It just meant she was well on the right path. Her gaze lifted to meet his and pleaded with him to do anything, something. She needed more than this gentle rocking. Maybe she was too impatient or too excited. She just wantedshe needed it rough. Like two incredibly lust-filled beings getting totally lost in the wild abandon of sex. Nothing about her screamed gentle. She could handle the rougher side of things. If only she could find some voice in her to make him do just that.