Playing a Sexy Game with My Lover
Who cracks first?
This event has NOT happened, but I’m talking with someone special…oh. I hope we make it happen. I want it to come true.
This is written for him. He’s not on Medium, but the thought counts, right? This is dedicated to my sexy muse.
MonsTer is standing beside our king-size bed in the day hotel. I dig intelligent men, and he’s got that in spades. He engages me in every way. He’s very full-filling. Okay, enough cock puns.
Since this is the third or fourth time we’ve gotten together in as many months, we’re not rushed. We had the time to explore each other, to map out all the lines and hidden places not on any map. X marks his spot and mine.
Running his hand up the inside of my thigh, he asked, “How may I please you today?”
Hmmm. How indeed. MonsTer is a natural-born leader and takes point at most of our meets, but I felt feisty and wanted to play a game.
“Up for a game, Mons?” as I reached out and mirrored his actions, moving my hand up his muscular thigh just shy of his impressive cock. Getting more impressive as my hand lingers there.
“Always Cee. Name the game and rules”.
The game is simple. Who cracks first. Who begs first. A cry out into the void, begging to be fucked or sucked. Depending on who wins.
He has to try to get me to beg him to fuck me. That’s it. Easy.
Rule: No cock in pussy. I mean it. Mostly.
Caveat: Must maintain eye contact the whole time. The first player to close their eyes in pleasure (blinking doesn’t count) is an automatic forfeit. The other person wins.
I like to win.
He’s game. Oh, he’s game. He’s a boss, after all. He flips me around on the bed, which I love. He puts both hands on my legs and pulls me towards him. He props up my feet on the edge of the bed and spreads me wide. He’s got eyes on me, and I’ve got eyes on this one.
He’s going down!
He takes his long finger and rubs it slowly over my lips. Freshly shaved and bare. His finger brushes up and down to see if I would quiver.
Nope. I’m holding out.
He ups his game. A finger goes past my lips and meets greedy flesh, ready for a rub and flick. He starts flicking my clit slowly, building in speed and intensity. His cock is hard now. He knows I love this. He’s sure that he’s going to win.
Nope. I’m holding…out?
His finger starts sliding up and down, spreading how wet I am over my clit. My breathing speeds up, and my heart beats fast. I am staring at his beautiful pools of dark waters and determined not to look at…
Oh my god, what is he doing now?
He’s fucking me. With his fingers. It went from one to three inside me in 5.2 seconds.
I’m bucking now. He knows I love his fingers in me. I mean, he’s got game.
Shit. No, hang on, Clara! You’re not a quitter.
He’s pushing those fingers in…oh my. He’s breathing hard, but he’s looking at me, keeping me focused on him.
One hand gripping me, he knows I love his touch. He has memorized my body. So confident. He knows he’s going to have my mouth on his cock soon.
Ah, but I’m not done yet. I need to distract him. I stretch my long leg out towards him, trailing my soft calf over his leg and thigh. Brushing his cock and balls.
He moans. Oh, like that, do you? I do it again.
He likes that.
The pace on my pussy is punishing. I am going to come soon, and I know this. He knows this.
Hang on, Clara.
While we focus on the other, I come madly gushing over his hand and fingers.
My torso lifts off the bed, bowing as I scream out and beg him to fuck me. He’s won.
He’s suddenly kneeling, with his mouth firmly fastened over my mound.
He sucked in all I gave and repeatedly pushed me over an edge until I could give no more.
I let go once more, and he caught it all and swallowed it all down this time around. No time to wait and he enters me quickly. His pace is just as furious and he comes hard deep inside me.
Panting, he helps me move towards the middle of the bed and lies next to me.
Eyes closed, I ask, “So who won?”
Eyes closed, he replies, “We both won, Cee. we both did.”
So play a sexy game with your lover. Let us know who wins!
How does Clara do it? Take a peek.