Modern Romance

Modern Romance

Lying in bed on a Sunday morning. It’s what we all should have an ordained, incontestable right to do. In a t-shirt, in your underwear. A woman’s head on your chest. Do you remember that morning Catherine?

*Remind me Sara*

You're not wearing anything. There is no modern romance. This is no modern romance. You nuzzle your face up into the crook of my neck. You breathe me in. My eyes are still closed. Yours too? Your right hand, your right leg, they sling over my left shoulder, ontop of my right thigh. “Mmmmm your wet” I mumble accusingly and not a bit hungrily. My hands find your sweet be-hind. Moving your body against my leg as your hands go around my neck, I love that your face is still buried in my neck, but now it’s wet there too. You grind yourself against my leg, your breathing hitting hard and quick off my neck. Your mouth is open now. I see your face tense, mouth open licking at my neck. I’m holding your ass open and pulling you into my leg, slapping the skin against skin. You're all spread for me. “‘I don’t want to come on to strong, but I can’t wait to get you home’. That’s what I told you the first time you ever put your hand down my pants.” “Augh” you respond turned on at the memory, me too, as I thrust against your hip bone. “I can’t resist your sexy ass” I mutter low and sexy, using my long arms to reach for your pussy from the back as you move against me. Faster and fucking faster, Gah, Catherine, keep moving, fuck fuck I’m fucking you so hard. You are frenzied now, rigid, your arms wrapped all the way around my waist. But your lower body moves in and against me so quickly, forcefully. There goes your back arching up from me. Now’s the time. I reach over to the night stand. Flip you under me and put the tip of our dildo against your so wet and beautifully spread pussy. I swirl it around stetching you out while I rubbing my chin against you clit and outter lips. I know you like the pressure more idirectly. That, and you love getting fucked. Superfucker you called me once, that day I strapped it on and pounded you. But this morning I hold it in my hand and push it into you. You are bucking up and down reaching for me. I go to you, holding your ass tight to the dildo and pressing you down with my chest into the mattress. Ohh the kissing, mouths open, licks now and then. But mostly my face is in your neck. It is pinned you are. And I’m fucking you, and you, you angel, your pulling my ass against you and driving your hip up into me. “Come for me, fuck, catherine, ughh, love” at that you almost arch me off you, but I hold on to you, my strong arm around your back holding you against my weight.

“Sara” you're weeping when you say my name. But laughing, pushing your hair back from your thrown back face. I move my face up higher from yours on the pillow and kiss your forehead. You pull my lips close to yours and hold my lower lip between yours sucking, nipping, licking until I want to start fucking you again. “Sara, sex is like it never has been before. And it’s cause you are the sexiest person I could ever conjure up.” I lean back from you propping my head up on my hand. “Is that so?”, “um hm”, you offer, rolling onto your side to look at my body stretched out on its side. “You’re so long” you purr, “When I rub your stomach like this” you put your hand under my tank top just underneath my breasts “with the back of my hand”, it moves slowly down the midline of my torso stopping at my panty line, then under the cotton material “and then stick my finger in your pussy, I can’t believe how much skin I have to cross.” I’m steadily holding your gaze, trying to betray how much I love you touching me. You’re the femme, we established that from the get go, so I hold back sometimes, making you work for my arousal. You’re such a ball buster at work, you like to be a little submissive with me. You leave your finger settled in my folds. Your other hand starts at my shoulder “so long, and smooth”, you say absently watching your hand slide down my arm, to my waist and under my tank top around my back. You pull us closer together. I’m, well, frankly I’m staring at your tits pressed against my chest. You know exactly what I’m looking at and push them against me harder. You know I love your breasts, to kiss them, to lick them, and you...you love to see me braless in a white tank top like I am right now, the pink of my nipples visible through the cotton. Your head is at my chest yet I continue to be impermeable to your movements. The hand that is in my underwear is trapped between us and you are moving against me, building up friction. “Catherine, sit on top of me.” Wordlessly, but with a sexy, sexy smirk and a coy lifting of your eyes from heavy lids, you extricate your hand from my underwear and push against my hip so that I’m on my back. But you don’t straddle me right away. I learned early on, that you like to be taken care of first. I always knew you were somewhat selfish. Anyone could see that. Once you’ve cum, we can relax and explore other things. But only after you’ve been thoroughly fucked. I’ve never known anyone with such a ravenous sex drive. You’d be positively squirming, wriggling and thrashing around the bed if I hadn’t fucked you already. But now you’re in that lazy post-cum arousal that I love to exploit for my own release. Before you’ll sit on top of me, you lie on your side beside me and mold yourself to my side once again, just like before, with your leg over my thigh so that I can feel your wetness, your hand in my hair massaging my scalp. But now you intone in my ear “My beautiful long, lean Sara. I’m going to make you scream this morning” and you turn my face towards you. I can’t help but giggle a little bit, which you love. You tell me I don’t smile enough. I counter that I have a specific quota, the bulk of which I save for you. “Quit your foolin Sidle, I’ve never been more serious in my life” you say through your grin.

“I know something about you that you think I don’t know” you say mischievously, punctuating your sentence with ever deepening kisses. Your tongue finally moves into my mouth and I hungrily accept it as you pull yourself on top of my prone body. We’re kissing in that way where you feel as though to deepen this kiss might be to swallow the other person whole. You whimper against me as I pull your body into me with all my strength. “What do you know about me, that I haven’t already told you” I rattle into your ear, low and gravely, slightly defensive. I know you love my voice. You love my aggression . I love talking into your ear at work, disagreeing with you about something, just like I am now, with a deep rumbling cadence that makes you breath in deeply, your eyes close and flutter softly under the lids. Others read it as your frustration with my insubordination, but I know differently. “I know what you like, what you like for yourself, when I’m not around” you reveal, as you push my tank top up over my breasts then return your hands to either side of my head. Your legs spread so that you are straddling me now and I can see your eyes widen and mouth drop open as the change in position allows you to stimulate yourself against my taut lower abdomen. I flex the muscles there to give you more resistance to move against. “What I like is having you around” I say with a raised eyebrow, “What I like, is making you cum”, I growl, lifting my head to catch your breast against my lips as I use my hands on your hips to rock you against me. “No, there’s something else” you breathe out, though you’ve obviously become distracted again by your own arousal. “Unnnh, Sara, stop, stop for a second” You say, but I merely pull your hips harder against me and you arch back further from me. Now I can sit up with you and kiss your slack mouth. “Sara, I mean it, God, fuck, I...”. I’m not sure how you did it but you stilled our motion, you just stopped it cold, though I kept rocking underneath you, you lifted yourself off me and out of my grasp, leaving me incredulous. “Is this true, what I see before me...has Catherine Willows just delayed and orgasm?” I mock at you. You’re all business now though, the ball buster has emerged. Though you’re the femme, you have to be aggressive with me from time to time otherwise I’ll walk all over you and you know what a turn off I find that. I love that I can’t win with you all the time. “Roll over” you say to me pushing my shoulders over and away from you. “O-kaaaay” I say, not sure what’s going to happen. I still have my underwear on and my tanktop is halfway between on and off, so I pull it over my head and pull your face to me for a deep and sexy kiss before I lie down on my stomach. Frankly, I thought I knew where you are going with this. I have a very particular way that I like to masturbate, one that I was always embarrased about because women in movies, or magazines never did it like I did. Catherine, as far as I knew any way, you didn’t know about my particular “style”. If you thought you had figured it out, good for you, but I’m wasn't going to help you, I was prepared to let you work it out on your own. I felt you straddle my ass and lean forward onto my back, “Mmmm, I love feeling my skin against your smooth back, God, your skin is like marble Sara”.

All your weight was now on top of me “How does it taste Catherine”, you licked my back then closed your lips over the wet spot and sucked, “Like salty” kiss, “like sweet” lick, “like mine” bite. At that I lifted my hips up off the bed a bit, enough for you to move your hands from either side of my head to underneath me. My forehead was leaning against my folded arms and your hands played over my breasts, not touching the nipples, just squeezing them with every lick and kiss and nip of my back. Just as I was enjoying the feeling of your wetness on my lower back, you moved yourself down over my ass so that you were now settled on my upper thighs, you worked your hands under me and I lifted up slightly to accomodate you. Your fingers moved over the front of my underwear and pressed into the front of my thighs, just inches away from my pussy. “Oh Catherine, you do know something about me” I groaned turning my face into the pillow and moving my own hands underneath me to join hers. “Ahh, ah ah ah” you said “I’m the hands now, you get yours out of the way”. I felt you lie down on top of me again so that your thumbs naturally came together at the apex of my thighs. You pushed them into the flesh there, through my underwear, your weight and my own making the friction more intense than ever. Your fingers grabbed onto my inner thighs as your thumbs continued to apply exquisitely indirect pleasure to my clit. It’s as though my whole pussy was being stimulated at the same time, not just the clit or the lips. “Catherine, I can’t, think” just movement, my hips thrusting up and down, driving against her hands, trapped between me and the bed. “Fuck me Sara, fuck me, harder Sara, Sara, don’t stop,” into my ear over, how did you know, this position, what it feels like to me, that I am on top of you and trusting into you, that’s what I think about, how did you know? I couldn’t stand it anymore, moving my own hands down to whip off my underwear, I grabbed her hands and put them back where they were, my own larger hands covering hers and drove my body against our fingers. I could feel the slickness seeping out of me even though the contact was still indirect. “Cum on me Sara, come on baby, cum for me” With that, and a moaning shout, my shoulders and chest pressed into the bed and my ass arched us up and away the mattress though I held your hands against me and settled gently back on top of them, thrusting slowly and erratically against your hands, as each “petit mort” shivered through me. Finally I moved my own hands away from you and put them back under my forehead trying to slow my breathing. You continued to press gently into me and my hips continued to buck involuntarily with every one of your movements.

“Catherine, you’ve got to stop, it just too much, I...ohhh Gha”. “Alright baby, okay, I know” you moved off me and lay down beside me kissing the side of my face and my closed eyelids, my flushed cheeks and finally my lips, I moved onto my side and pulled your small frame into me, still with eyes closed. “How’d yuh know?” was all I could manage. “I came home last Wednesday morning, you were off” you said kissing me softly and deliciously “I tiptoed into the bedroom, knowing you’d still be sleeping, well thinking you’d be sleeping, and cracked open the door, to see an ass moving up and down in the air under the sheets. For a split second I though it was some guy fucking you...” you said with a low little chuckle and I smiled sleepily into your lips, kissing you now that I had a little more life back in me. “When I realised that it was you and you were alone, I... watched, aaaand participated in my own way.” You began brushing the hair away from my sweaty forehead, and blowing cool air onto my flushed neck and chest. “I heard you say my name when you came and something like ‘I love fucking you’, I think I pretty much came in my pants then and there, and decided to give this a shot. You likey?” I opened one eye and stared at you sardonically. You had this full-on teeth bared smile on your face, and you outright chortled when I said, with all the dryness of the Nevada desert, “no, it was awful”. “Sara, I’ve never seen you come like that, or look like you do right now, like you couldn’t get up if the bed spontaneously combusted, look at you, you’re limp,” you picked up my arm and let it thud back to the bed. “It was like riding one of those mechanical bulls, you know? The things bucks under you and your just holding on for dear life” you laughed into my neck. I still couldn’t muster more than an embarrassed smile, “Oh, honey” you cooed, propping yourself up to look in my face, “don’t be shy. Your body was so beautiful to watch moving like that, totally independent from that overactive head of yours. Your long back was so tense and your shoulders taught and strong.” you moved in closer to me “and your pussy was so wet and your thighs were all coated and soft,” you slipped a finger into my dripping pussy, and I sucked in sharply pulling your body against mine, obviously still very aroused.

“Sara, I want to fuck you too”, you breathed into my breast, your finger pulling out and lingering in the wetness of my folds. “Catherine, I can’t”.... bucking into your hands I knew I could. We’d never leave the bed that day.

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This was my first time. Be gentle. But not too gentle.