I Wrote Him by Email What He Had Just Done to Me

—Do you want a quickie? —you ask me while I’m typing on the computer.

—Okay.

—I’m going to take a bath first.

You come out of the bathroom with your hair wet and, even so, you still smell like yourself. Your scent is an indelible mark on me, something that clings to my skin even when you’re on the other side of the house.

—Ready?

—Mmm, no, let me take my clothes off —I get up from the chair and kiss you softly on the lips—. Do you want me to wear something special?

—Yes, those stockings you wear.

—The fishnets? The black lace ones on the thighs?

—Those.

—And the thong with the little bow on the back?

—That too.

—Then I take off my bra and put on the semi-sheer black babydoll —I smile at you coquettishly and slip into the bathroom.

I take off my plush robe, the one I always wear when it’s cold. I won’t need it now. Off with the thick socks, off with the jeans, off with the sweater, off with the T-shirt. I shed the burgundy lingerie set and put on the babydoll that hugs my curves. My hard nipples show through the fabric as if they know they’re about to be touched. I pull up the black thong, the tiny one with the flirty little bow you like so much, and slide a stocking up my leg, fastening the lace garter high on my thigh, then the other one. I look at myself for a second in the mirror. I know exactly what you’re going to do when you see me come out dressed like this.

When I return to the bedroom you’ve left a pillow on the floor and you’re waiting for me sitting on the edge of the bed. I love kneeling before you. I love being yours.

I kneel on the pillow, ready for you to stand up so I can find your erection with my lips, but you lean down and kiss my forehead. Your hands move over my skin, warm, almost burning me. Your mouth finds mine, your tongue enters slowly, your hands lower the babydoll neckline and free one of my breasts. You squeeze it for me, pinch the nipple, and I moan against your mouth while you do the same to the other one.

Your mouth leaves my lips and captures my nipple. Pleasure gathers there and spreads through my whole body. Your hand travels across my belly, your fingers slide under the thong and touch my clit. I’m on my knees on the floor, legs open, clutching your shoulders while you suck my breasts and rub my sex until you flood me with my own wetness.

—Let me suck it —I beg you—. Put it in my mouth.

You stand up. You pull out your rigid cock and I take it all into my mouth, hungry, greedy, wanting to feel your thickness stretching my lips. My hands travel up your thighs, I grab your ass and push you against my face. I love sucking your dick. I love being on my knees and feeling you go in and out between my lips, seeing you coated with my saliva, feeling the head touch the back of my throat, your hands in my hair while you fuck my mouth.

—Today I want you to finish me off here —I tell you, and I fill my mouth with you again—. I want you to fill my mouth with your cum. I want to feel you come and swallow it all.

I go down and suck your balls, first one, then the other, trying to fit both of them in my mouth at the same time. I rub your saliva-slick cock against my cheek.

—You suck me so nicely —you say—. I’m going to fill your mouth, but first I want to fuck you for a while. Come on, get on top.

You lie down on the bed and I straddle you. I lift my ass, move the thong aside, take your cock in my hand and, while I line it up with my soaked entrance, you’re already teasing my nipples again.

The head of your cock kisses my opening. I let myself sink down and you spear me. God. I love how you fill me, I feel overflowing, I’m yours, all yours. You lift the babydoll, return with your mouth to my breasts, your hands go down to my ass and I rock my hips, moving on top of you, consumed by the desire you can awaken in me with a single kiss.

I kiss you on the mouth when you’re not sucking my nipples. My lips devour you. Your hands grip my ass hard and you drive into me again and again. You ram me, you pin me down so hard that when I sit up and slide the vibrator under the thong, I know perfectly well I’m not going to last.

You place the vibrator right on my clit. The thong holds it there. Every time I move on top of you, the pleasure climbs one more step. I move faster, and faster.

—You’re going to make me come.

—I want to see you. I love seeing you when you come.

The orgasm explodes. Pleasure consumes me, and when it reaches its highest point I can’t even move. You pull me toward you, you swallow my moans with your lips and keep thrusting slowly. You leave me a trembling puddle.

When I get my voice back I remind you.

—Today I want you to finish me off in my mouth. I want you to fill it with your cum.

—Suck me for a while, but I want to fuck you a little more from behind.

I get down. The evidence of my pleasure is all over your base, your cock smells like me, tastes like me, and I suck and suck on it with that filthy appetite you awaken in me. I don’t care about the taste, I seek it out.

—Come on, get on all fours.

I suck your length all the way down one more time and get into position. Knees at the edge of the bed, chest and arms stretched over the mattress, ass in the air, completely surrendered. You slide your cock up and down my slit, part the folds with the head and penetrate me. God. That feeling of fullness. I never get tired of feeling you push inside me.

You grip my hips, going in and out slowly.

—Oh, how good. God, how good it feels to have you inside me.

You go still.

—Move yourself. Fuck me like that.

I push my ass back, I ram myself onto your hard cock. I move, my ass colliding with you, and you wrench a moan from me that I smother against the mattress when you grab me and bury yourself hard at the end of the stroke. I feel you at the bottom. Being so full of you overwhelms me.

—So good, so good, so good —I repeat like a prayer. The pleasure you give me devastates me.

—I’m going to fill your mouth with cum. And you’re going to swallow it.

—Yes, yes, yes, fill my mouth.

You pull out of my body and I turn around. You grab my hair and hold me at the distance you want. I open my mouth, look up at you gripping your cock, and I see that flex I love to see. A hot stream shoots out. I feel your thick semen land on my tongue, once, again, and again. You thrust into my mouth and empty yourself completely. How delicious it is to taste your pleasure like this. I keep your cum in my mouth, I keep sucking you down to the last drop without spilling a single one. You stroke my hair. I sit up, part my lips and show you how I’ve got it all inside, how I like carrying you there, how I like your taste before swallowing it.

—I love swallowing your cum. It turns me on so much when you finish in my mouth.

You smile.

—You turn me on a lot too.

***

I’m writing a new story, but I couldn’t go on without putting into words what you had just done to me. As soon as I finished, I copied the text and sent it to you by email. I sat there exactly as I was dressed, in the babydoll, the thong and the lace stockings, your taste still in my mouth. Let him read it before the feeling wears off, let him remember how he left me.

After sending it, I changed. I kept the thong on, put my burgundy lace bra back on, the rest of my clothes, and went downstairs to the kitchen. I made myself a hot coffee. I felt how the heat of the coffee mixed with the heat you’d left inside me. I checked the email on my phone a couple of times. You still hadn’t answered.

When I go upstairs, you’re waiting for me standing in the bedroom. I’ve barely crossed the door and you’re already on top of me. The wall of your chest crushes my tits, your mouth finds my lips in a hungry, almost furious kiss. You don’t say, “I read what you wrote,” there’s no need. Your whole body says it for you.

—Get on all fours again.

I just take off my jeans and get down on my hands and knees on the bed. Your hand lands on my ass in a possessive squeeze. You stop beside my face and your cock is hard again, pointed at my mouth. I open my lips and suck you. I barely taste your skin on my tongue and I feel everything closing in, how my pussy, like my mouth, is hungry for you again. Sudden, spontaneous. I didn’t expect this second round, and just by taking you in my mouth my clit is already throbbing.

—Touch yourself while you suck me.

My fingers slide through my wetness while your cock goes in and out of my mouth. Then I hear the familiar buzzing. You’ve taken the vibrator and slide it under the thong. I close my legs to keep it in place. With that stimulus on my already sensitive clit I suck you like mad. My lips slide along your whole length, the head hits the back of my throat, I suck you frantically, writhing with the vibrator pressed against me while I swallow you.

Without warning you pull away from my mouth and move behind me. You move the thong aside and bury yourself in my opening, so wet for you that I slide all the way down with the first thrust.

—Oh, yes. So good. Fill me up. Make me yours.

I move forward and back. I want you to put it all in me, I need to feel you buried all the way inside. You go still again, just like before. I push my ass back, my buttocks slamming against your body while I spear myself on your cock. Once, again, and again.

With the vibrator on my clit, orgasm is inevitable. You’ve got me desperate, consumed. Pleasure bursts, but I don’t take the vibrator away, I leave it where it is. My whole body jolts with the overload. Your hands cling to my hips and I feel your hard, deep, relentless thrusts.

—God, how good. How good it feels to be full of you. Fill me, fill me all the way with your cum.

You ram me so hard that my body succumbs to another orgasm that doesn’t end, but chains into another, like a machine gun of pleasure until I can’t take any more. I turn the vibrator off. I’m so sensitive I can feel the curve of your head every time it comes out and goes back in. I feel every inch of you moving inside me. The hypersensitivity makes my eyes roll back.

—Fill me, fill me all the way with your cum —it’s a plea.

I’m so sensitive I feel your orgasm before I even hear your groan. Your cock flexes inside me, you bury yourself to the hilt and empty yourself. You fill my belly with your cum. How I love having your orgasms inside me.

After being filled for a second time that afternoon, I pick up the jeans from the bedroom floor.

—Now you’re really going to leave me soaked and dripping —I tell you with a naughty smile as I button my pants.

—You said I’d left you clean this time because I finished you in the mouth, and I couldn’t leave you like that. I had to fill you there too.

I go back to my own things. To the afternoon’s responsibilities, to the unfinished story, to the list of pending tasks. But I carry a smile that won’t leave the corner of my lips and the heat of your semen follows me inside. I know it won’t just come out in a discreet trickle anymore. I know that at some point, while I’m walking, I’ll feel the gush of your cum sliding out of my opening and I’ll have to stop; I know it’ll soak through beyond the thong and leave me drenched all the way to my pants. And then I’ll smile again, in the middle of the day, with no one knowing why.