Superfu*ker

“Catherine come here” I called to you.

Dropping the file on the table and absently pulling a tangled hair away from your earing, you walked towards me, adding your other hand to the task of freeing the earing from the curl. I moved your hands away and carefully untwisted the infernal hair from the gold hoop. Leaning in I whispered into the selfsame ear, “I have something to show you”.

You told me once that the first time you realized you wanted to fuck me was when I was whispering to you into the phone, because I was outside a courtroom in session. You told me as I spoke, low into the phone, you had slipped your hand into your pants. My voice, like sand rubbing against pebbles, that’s how you described it, leaves you a bit shaky.

“Ohhh”you breathed out your lips pressing together and your eyes blinking heavily. “Yeah, so meet me in the shower in 20 minutes”, I took your earlobe in my mouth and pressed the tip of the dildo against the front of your pants.

“Sara!” you gasped, putting a hand against the front of my shoulder.

“I just bought it”, I spoke into your ear, moving you against the table where the abandoned file rested. I leaned my body down to you and with my left arm around your ass, perched you against the table and pushed the dildo between your legs. You looked, incredulously, red faced, into my eyes. I smirked and started pressing it rhythmically in and out between your thighs. Your eyes fluttered close and your nostrils flared as I moved my face into yours, smiling, or licking my lips, tilting my head away and then towards your seeking mouth. I stopped moving the dildo against you and pulled you off the table, flush into me, finally meeting your mouth with my own.

“Twenty minutes, yeah?” I asked looking down the front of your blouse, seeing your tits pressed hard up against my own.

Catherine you were so sexy right then. So utterly aroused, lips wet and swollen, your legs opened and your hips gently thrusting against my hand which you held against your thighs.

“Fuck twenty minutes, let’s go right now,” I turned, pulling you with me and strode purposefully into the bedroom, the case file easily forgotten. You moved away from me and turned on the soft lamp in the corner; walking over to the blinds, you unbuttoned your pants and I watched them pool to the floor and be kicked unceremoniously into a corner. Reaching up to pull the blinds closed, you weren’t expecting to feel me slip my hands down the front of your cotton string bikini panties. Kissing your neck and slipping two fingers against you, careful not to penetrate you just yet. You practically crumpled back into me, the blinds forgotten I watched you watch us in the reflection in the window. God that turned me on, to see your stomach lean and flat flexed back into me, my hand making a moving bulge in the front of your panties, the bottom of your left breast just visible when your hands reached up around my neck. Your eyes met mine in the reflection and into my eyes, you told me to fuck you, to fuck you, “fuck me Sara, fuck me my strong long Sara,”

Tempting. Yet I kept my fingers just on the threshhold softly pressing against your entrance. You squirmed and wriggled but I held you firm against me and resisted letting you get off.Your restlessness was becoming frenzied as your own hands, not being able to touch anything other than my neck or my denimed leg, kept trying to push my hands into you.

“C’mon” I said, leading you over to the bed. I lay you down, settling my still clothed body into yours. “Sara, you tease, kiss me, or lick me, or take off your clothes” your grabbed in between my thighs, “you’re not immune, I know how wet you are under those clothes. I can smell you, I can taste your arousal when you kiss me”, I rocked against your hand holding my weight up off you and sighing into your neck.

“Catherine, take off my clothes”, your satisfaction was written all over your face. You flipped us over, straddled me and undid my shirt, and folded the right half away to expose and lick my nipple. Now I’m the one squirming, but you respond quickly to that by getting off me, unbuttoning my pants and pulling them down along with my underwear. Moving up my body from my feet, your hands move under the backs of my legs and finally, getting to my ass, you lift my hips up off the bed, and lick me from top to bottom, “ummmm, y-, oh baby,” is all I manage as I pull your head against me. You give the best head Cath. But I’m anxious to try out my new toy so I pull you up to me and kiss the taste of myself off your mouth and chin.

“Lie down”, I say to you, my eyes looking for your agreement. You respond by turning us both once again and wrapping your legs around my waist. “Do it Sara” you say against my lips. I move away from you and strap the dildo against me. “Catherine, feel this” I take your hand and place it inbetween my pussy and the dildo, you look at me and smile, feeling the ridges on the inside that ensure that I’m going to enjoy this as much as you. You grasp the shaft and lie back pulling me with you and positioning the tip against your pussy.

“Fuck me Sara”, I move my hips in a circle letting the tip of the dildo play at your entrance and open you up. You’re squirming down towards me, trying to pull me into you, but I continue to tease, leaning down to take your nipple into my mouth. You’re trying to reach my ass to get the dildo into you. I lean up from you and run a finger down from your mouth, to your chin, your neck, in between your breasts, the whole tip is now inside you and you’re moving your hips up and down. I take hold of your hips and push all the way into you. I pull out quickly and move straight back in. Then stop.

“SARA, why, keep, uh,” you are whimpering and moving your hips away and towards me desperately. “What Cath, tell me what you want, just say it.” I say kissing your chest and neck. “FUCK ME, Sara before I kick you out of this bed and rub myself off”. With that I’m off, I flip you over and grind your clit with the heal of my hand as the dildo moves in and out of you. You are slapping back and forth against me, shouting insensible things about me.

“Jes-, Chri, oh, Sara,” each word coming out every time your ass meets my hips. You lift your ass higher into the air, and drop your forehead onto your forearms, groaning louder and in a higher pitch with each thrust. I pull out of you and sit back, pulling you back on top of me. The length of the dildo rubs against you, as do my fingers. I press them rhythmically onto the front of your mound and kiss and lick your neck. Your whole weight is leaning against me.

“Catherine, when you move back against me, oh, yeah like that baby”, I say into your shoulder, “the ridges rub right against my, oh god, Cath, yeah,” I pull you hard against me, the one hand at your crotch the other wrapped around your hips. I can’t stop thrusting against you, the movement putting me in contact with the back of the strap-on as well as making it slide against your wet folds.

“Sara, I want you to come, come for me baby, let it all out, oh god, Sara”, I had just positioned the dildo against your entrance and thrusted it into you. “Sara, I’m coming, I’m coming,” you chanted over and over again, bouncing up and down on my lap and holding my fingers to your clit with one hand, pinching your nipple with the other.

“Sara, come with me” you breathed out, your head back against my shoulder, knowing that every time you pushed your ass against me I wanted to scream your name.

“Catherine!” I shouted, giving into the temptation, “God, baby, fuck, baby,” I repeated over and over feeling like I was going to squeeze the life out of you if I pulled you any closer to me. Now I thrust so quickly and deeply inside you, my clit stimulated by the dildo, my thighs wet in both our arousal. I felt your thighs squeeze the outside of my own as though in a vice, once, twice, three times, as I rocked once or twice more against you, inside you. We both came breathlessly, wordlessly, my mouth open against your shoulder, your hands holding onto my outer thighs. I relaxed my grip on you, but you kept thrusting, gently, erratically against me, each thrust causing you to dig your fingers into my legs and suck the air into your lungs quickly and pointedly.

“Here’s the thing about the dildo Cath, it never gets soft. I, on the other hand, get tired”. You chuckled, leaning your head back and to the side to kiss my slack lips. I was spent, my head resting on your shoulder. You climbed off me, moaning a little as the dildo slid out of you. You turned to face me. You sat on my lab and unstrapped the contraption from me, tossing it aside, and pressing yourself as close to me as physically possible. Wrapped up against me, your face turned into my neck, you leaned back, pulling me onto you. I snuggled in against you, feeling half-asleep already. You’re so tender in these moments, I’m so vulnerable. This is who we are together, one intent on caring, one receiving the gift of attention with grace and complete humility.