Dripping Wet
Tags: Short Story, Erotica, Romance, Relationships, Love

I am in my horny days, which means my pussy creates a great flow of natural lube. On days like these I can handle a marathon of fucking sessions, and really enjoy our little repertoire of positions. I have been teasing Teddy all evening as we cuddled on the sofa. So after our shower together we make it to bed and as I get on my knees to put the pillows in place Teddy is already holding me from behind.

I look at our reflection in the mirror and see his erect rod making contact with my round ass. I give him my innocent look and ask him:

“Excuse me Sir, can I help you?”

“You could store this for me,” is his answer. He places his hands on my hips and aims at my entrance.

I take my hand back to grab his rod and slide it across the length of my labia as I tell him, “You need to store this from front to back.” I take his tip and place it in position.

It is as if he is knocking on heaven’s door. A small push, move back, shove a bit further, move back, go in a little deeper, move back and then the final penetration all the way inside. I can feel how hard he is for me and this turns me on.

I feel a slap on my ass, and at the same time realize that he is grabbing my hair by its roots. I know I am his, I am lost, and he is going to do delicious things to me. I start moving my butt back to match his rhythm. We are rocking this bed and our reflection in the mirror is screaming the beauty of our silhouettes back at us.

I can hear his breathing, and feel his hand on my hip, pulling me back to meet him as he shoves his dick all the way inside of me. Over and over and over again. This dance is driving me wild and into my discombobulation zone. The frequency of his pounding is overwhelming my senses and I know that I will just surrender to my orgasm and to him.

As it is building up I look again at the mirror. I can see his jaw clenched and his eyes closed as if to concentrate better. We are wild animals in heat. I look at that circular movement that his hip is doing every time he gets into me, until I have to close my eyes and concentrate on what is going to happen to me.

My legs start shaking, my pussy is contracting wildly. I totally push him out and feel how he grabs me by my chest, holding me so that I don’t fall off the bed. I feel his kisses on my back, and his unshaven beard caressing my skin as he covers me with them.

He startles me as he moves his other hand to feel my folds. I am so wet from doggy and his dick is smearing my lube all the way to my clit. I was expecting him to just shove his hard manhood inside of me again, but instead he keeps his fingers circling my clit.

I do not know if it is the way he is holding me, the anticipation that’s built up all evening, or the novelty of the situation, but I feel how my next orgasm is building as he is caressing my pearl. His fingers are deliciously slapping it from side to side, in that rotating motion that I showed him one evening many moons ago.

I place my hands on the bed to regain my balance, and I feel his strong hold of me. His touch is going to get the better of me. His furious moves drive me over the edge and I start screaming as my second orgasm hits. I feel how it originates in a different place from the first one. I feel so wanted by him.

I am getting dizzy and I need to lie down on the bed. I am completely wasted and need some moments to compose myself. I feel how he lies down next to me and looks at our reflection in the mirror. We share a complicit smile. I look at the alarm clock and realize that the night is still young.

We will need the remaining hours to put my natural lube to good use.