Me and my Man

It was early in the morning, before people started waking to begin their day. The room was dark, no lights were on, and the drawn curtains let in just a faint glow from the streetlamps outside. There was a soft rain falling outside, it brought with it a sense of calm and relaxation. The pitter-patter of the rain was all that could be heard aside from my small moans and the rustling of the bed as we moved together. The room was furnished like any motel room, the large bed in the center, a chair and dresser against the wall. The furniture wasn’t important. He was what I came for.

We were in the center of the bed, locked in missionary position. I was curled underneath his large frame, my legs bent and leaning against his broad chest. As I looked up at him, I could see the outline of his muscled shoulders above me, his handsome face pointed my way, his eyes standing out against the darkness as he gazed on me. Our eyes locked together, and he lowered his head, reaching towards me in a kiss as he softly moved in and out of me. We had spent the day before together, the sex alternating between tender and rough with resting times in between throughout the afternoon and evening.

That sex had all led to this, the quiet, early-morning time where he slowly fucked me as I took all of him in. My man had shown me again what an amazing, passionate, and caring lover he was. As we broke our kiss, I curled off the sheets into him, leaning my forehead against his chest as his spread out above me. I made soft moans each time he thrust into me; I was enjoying being part of him as he was part of me in this moment between us. With each movement of his hips, he confirmed our connection and made me feel like I was the only person in the world that mattered in that moment.

He backed up off me and gently pulled his hard cock from me. As he did, he gently patted me on my thigh.

“Doggie-style, at the edge of the bed.” He spoke.

As he backed off the bed I sat up and moved over, crouching with my ass perked out and head down at the sheets, I knew the position he wanted. I felt the pressure of his cock-head against my entrance and took a breath, willing my self to relax as his thick member invaded me again. As he slid in until I could feel his hips against me it felt natural, his cock was where it belonged, inside me. I felt his familiar rhythm begin and he began using my hole for his pleasure. He would slow down and draw himself almost all the way out. At times he would stop and push himself all the way into me. He was working himself to climax and as I had been his bottom for over a year, I knew what was coming and wanted all of it.

After taking his time enjoying our fuck-session I felt his tempo change, he was more focused now, gearing up to reach his climax. He grabbed onto either side of my lower back, willing me to buck my hips up and down in time with his motion in and out. He sped up, the ferocity of our fuck increasing with each second, he was getting close. I felt his squeeze his grip on my love-handles and worked to stay relaxed so he could use me in whatever motion he needed. All of a sudden, he pushed all the way into me, leaning on my lower back as he did, flooding me with his semen as he let out the guttural sounds I so look forward to.

As he continued to unload into me, he made small bucking movements in and out of my lubed hole. When he finished taking that last pleasure we moved down to the bed together, his cock still buried deep with in me, holding his cum inside me. He lay on top of me, enveloping me with his larger frame, leaving me satisfied after another session, reminding me again of why he is the perfect man for me.