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

Pratt's breath hitched slightly with ease rise and sudden drop that Esther started. The pleasure was something else as her insides gripped, milked, vibrated, and all in all pleased the hell out of his cock. The experience of his life helped keep any possible thought of the midevil notion that he needed to be on top on this situation. There was no point, and he was perfectly comfortable right where he was. In fact, he was not simply comfortable but immensely pleased with the way Esther began their intimate togetherness. The moans he felt through his mouth, and hot breath pouring from her nose onto his sensitive face told him that she quite liked it too. A mutual arrangement that was unfortunately all too uncommon. The woman Pratt slept with ranged far and wide across the spectrum of introvert, to extrovert, to power hungry, to shy, and back again. Sadly the most common trait that they all shared was after the initial foreplay, flirting included, once they actually reached the act that the entire night had been leading up to the majority of them turned in missionaries. Not in the sense that they were prude and no longer wanted sex, but the vast majority would simply lay back, spread their legs, and wait for him to start pumping. He did of course, hoping that at some point the two of them would begin to tango as opposed to him simply fucking by himself. It was almost like just masturbation with a life sized doll. As thankful as Pratt was that Esther was not one of these women, he even let the words slip from his lips, Thank God. In between kisses. He saw a slight reaction from Esther during her steady rocking, and he clarified, Tank God I found ya. Still, Pratt did not want Esther to have to do all the work, and even now he was thrusting his hips upwards as best he could from his sitting position. Adding perhaps a quarter inch, and the faintest bits of extra pressure to each thrust as they moved together. It did not feel like it was quite enough, not with how beautiful and rather special Esther seemed to be this entire night. Pratt tried more, leaving her hips with his hands and traveling along smooth flesh up her abdomen to her breasts that he grasped again and squeezed in time with her rising and falling. The thrusts bounced each hand closer and closer to the end of each breast before finally just his fingers were gently squeezing the very tips, and a final thrust threatened to break his grasp. One hand, in fact, did release itself for the briefest of moments before taking another full handhold. However, the other hands fingers managed to lock more firmly on the tiny nerve that could release so much pleasure. Instead the thrust twisted his grasp, as the fingers twisted her sensitive flesh he felt an incredible lurch between his legs. Esther had tightened up on him considerably, and briefly the thought that she enjoyed a bit of pain crossed Pratt's mind. While the majority of his one night stands had been as interesting as using his left hand, instead of the right, a few had more than caught his attention. Of these few even a fewer had enjoyed teasing him up to a point that his temper was broached. The spankings, slaps, and more painful nips, pinches, and rather violent fuckings had turned them on to no end. Pratt's domination complex had always been focused outside the bedroom, within it he certainly preferred to be in control, but did not take it so far as to make anyone call him Master or Sir like those silly porno's sometimes did. He had enjoyed those situations however, allowing something of the inner beast inside of him out, but there had always been a ritual to it. An unendurable tease most often followed by either the question, 'Are you gonna punish me?' With the batting of eyebrows, or in some cases a more forward approach of placing his hand around their throat, or slapping him so that he had no other course to take besides slapping them back. All of which was followed immediately by some groan, moan, or seductive cry that told him it was ok to proceed. In Esther's case none of that had happened, but certainly her reaction had been positive, as opposed to a scream or nervous biting of the lips. Deciding to take a chance, he reversed the direction of his tugging and pinched the nub in the opposite direction, and at the same time moved his lips across her cheek until they rested against Esther's ear. Didja en'joy dat? He hissed, before doing it again, only this time a bit slower and backing his face off so that he could watch her eyes.