⚢ Content: 21+, NSFW, explicit content, mature language, sexual innuendo, erotic, cum eating, lesbian, heavy tension, lots of teasing, oral activities, fingering, overstimulation, strap on, explicit sex, orgasms, praise kink, strong language/swearing during sex, kissing, emotional aftercare, some plot, continuation possibly
☾Rating: mature / explicit
⚢A/N: ♥︎Everything I do is heavily inspired by the Age of pleasure by Janelle Monáe
🌹Read to enjoy, fantasize and then sum. Cheers🥃
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I want you to yearn for me, I want you to want me as much as I want you. Nah I don’t want no half way bullshit, I want you to want me so bad that you think about me fucking you every single night, I want you to think about me pinning you against the wall, feeling you up, putting my hands all over your body, rubbing you, caressing you, putting my fingers in places that I know will make you wet.
Tracing those fingers up and down and all over your body. I’ve seen you. I tug on your hands, and you direct me. We’re up against the wall now, and I’m waiting to make you breathless. I’m staring at you, anticipating, waiting to see how I make you feel. I want to hear your heartbeat for me, I want you to whimper for me. I want to hear the shortness of your breath, I want to see you struggle with excitement. I want you to beg, beg like you’re never going to see me again. Beg like it’s your last day on earth.
I want you to poke out your ass while I pin you to the wall. I want your body to respond to me every single time I touch you. I want you to feel the material of my jeans on your ass. I want you to beg for it. I want you to imagine me rubbing my hand all over your ass, then smacking it. I want you to imagine me pulling out my strap for you. I want you to imagine feeling my strap trailing the length of your ass. I want you to beg me to fuck you because it’s so daunting waiting for me. I want you to say, " Please fuck me. Please make me feel good, please bend me over.”
I want you to imagine me bending you over to make sure that you’re wet. That I smell your arousal, that I even use my finger to get a taste of it. I want you to moan while I do this. I know you’re moaning when this happens. I want you to imagine me saying to you. I want you to feel how excited I am for you, how bad I want you, how tired I am of waiting for you to come around. I want you to know this. I want you to feel this when I put my strap inside of your pussy, when I stick it in, so comfortable for you, so hard, but soft. Gentle in the beginning but hard in the end. I want you to grind your ass into me while I slide into you.
I want you to move with me, we move together, me inside you, and you enjoying it. I want you to reach around and kiss me, kiss me deeply, kiss me like it’s the first time, like it’s your second time, even third time. Kiss me, bite me, be rough because I know we have been waiting for this, for such a long time. I want to feel you wanting me to finish you off. I want you to bend over, ass up, face down. I want you sturdy for me. When I slam into you, fuck you for every single time we looked at each other, and nothing happened. I want you to remember the way I fuck you because it’s everything coming together, the way we met, the way I felt, the way you looked at me and the way I looked at you. Yearning, but not saying a word
Pretending like there was nothing,
pretending like there was nothing.
When I fuck you, it’s all this, it's me remembering all of this. When I fuck you, it isn’t just a fuck. Call me a romantic. This fuck, is the fuck, the fuck that I give and want to continue giving. I want your pussy to be wet, soggy, dripping. I made sure it got that way before I came into you. When I enter you, I want to hear you ass clap, I want to hear my strap as it slides into you. I want to hear moans, our moans, my moans and your moans. I want you to whimper. I want you to call out to me. I’m fucking you from behind while I hold your breast, I bend you backwards, you're flexible, so it’s easy to do. I’m biting your neck, sucking on your neck. You’re moaning and making yourself comfortable while I continue to slide in. You’re saying all kinds of things: “fuck, god that feels so fucking good, fuck that ass, fuck me baby, just like that, fuck, fuck this feels so good baby.”
You see, the thing is, it’s the sound of your voice, your voice is what gets me there. It’s the sexiest thing I have ever heard. I want to hear you, you and all of you, from the depths of your soul. I want to hear you say anything to me. Your voice is what keeps me going. It’s the way the rasp comes out when you're calm, when you’re not doing the most. It’s the way it smoothens out at every single syllable you make. I want to hear when it goes into a low growl, a low tone. I want to hear this. I yearn for this. I wait for this. I want to hear this.
I want to hear this in my ears someday… but that day may not come.
I want all of this. When I’m done with the strap, I intend to finish you off with my fingers. So soft and gentle, it’s the desert. I’m going to slide inside you, so slow, so sensual. I know you’ll enjoy it because at this point, I have already laid you down. Kissed you deeply. While doing this, my fingers are getting soaked; I can tell you like this, a lot. At this point, I can feel you getting tense, your body getting hot, it's moving slower, it's sticking to a certain rhythm. At this point, I know you’re ready. And that makes me very happy. I know I have pleasured you; your pleasure is important to me. I want you to feel at peace when we’re fucking. I want it to be an experience, something you can look forward to.
At this point, you’re almost there. Why not give your pussy some extra care? This is when I caress your lips with my lips. I taste you for the first time. Just as I expected.
You see, I love food, especially good food. I love something that smells and tastes like something out of this world. You may give me cavities, I fear.
You’re looking at me, with those eyes, how they stare at me, the way they make me feel. It’s hard to explain, but you’re looking at me, and my shyness threatens to appear. It doesn’t make an appearance this time. Instead, I stare you back and look off to the side. You notice this and hold my head in place. You don’t say a word; you just rub and caress me while I lay my head on your chest. It’s quiet, you’re quiet, I’m quiet.
I think we both know what just happened.
We shouldn’t, let’s just enjoy the moment for now.
Who knows if this will ever happen again?
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⚢A/N: ♥︎Everything I do is heavily inspired by the Age of Pleasure by Janelle Monáe
🌹Read to enjoy, fantasize and then sum. Cheers🥃