Desired

There are some moments I can pinpoint in my experiences with different lovers that have made me feel like a sex goddess, but one in particular keeps flashing in my mind.

We are in the hotel room. It is our first meeting. After some extended foreplay involving a lot of me learning how to please him orally, he laid me out on the bed and went down on me. I was writhing in seconds and ready to cum, having been denied all week. I asked permission to cum and was told no!

He stopped what he was doing and told me to play with my pussy and not to cum. He jumped up off the bed and I heard rustling as he went searching for the condoms.

He came back, and kneeling between my legs he said the words that made my pussy wetter…“You have the most beautiful pussy. I wanted to wait, but I can’t, I have to be inside you now.”

I have never felt so sexy and beautiful as I did in that moment. I wonder sometimes whether he knows how those words affected me. How every time I think of it I get as wet as I was then. Lightening bolt spasms of desire running through me. His words and that feeling are with me still.