If You Can't Handle the Heat

If You Can't Handle the Heat
Deliciously Naughty Erotic Romance for the Foodies

Monday, 20 April 2015

Week 33 #MasturbationMonday A Mod·i·cum

The Rules:
Write a steamy post about masturbation so hot, it’ll make your readers want to masturbate.

He tucked his hands under my ass, tilting my glistening pussy towards his hot mouth. He kissed my clit, closed-lipped, before he began slowly lapping teasing me with his tongue, delving, sluicing pointedly, opening me with maddening slowness. My blood quickened and my juices flowed, making me weak and dizzy. Just as I began to rotate my hips in the very early stages of release, he paused and came down on his elbow beside me. He inserted two fingers into my sopping cunt, penetrating then retreating, using broad strokes. Then all of a sudden the stroking changed, in the best possible way.

“Come here, baby,” he invited his voice deep with his own arousal. He crooked his two fingers forward and made that motion. I almost came off the bed, thrashing at the tremendous sensation he was awakening in me. My inner walls gripped at his fingers. “Is this what you want me to do to you?”

He centred all of the pressure on the front wall of my vagina, stroking the soft swelling; penetrating only a few inches at a time instead of going in fast and deep.

Just that subtle stroking had my arousal ratcheting up by degrees instead of slow and steady. 
He took his other hand and placed just the slightest amount of pressure over my pelvic bone while he continued to stroke shallowly with flexed fingers. It was mind-blowing. I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t think. I'd never experienced anything in comparison in my life. 

Every part of my body was hot and felt like it had taken on its own beat. That beat grew and spread out from the deepest, darkest core of my being. An explosion began to build. 

He chose that exact moment to go in hard and deep. The strong thrust took my breath away. I dug my heels into the mattress and bore down, trying to savor every inch.

“Oh, God!” I cried as blissful waves of sensation began to radiate. It felt so good, I never wanted it to end. He cupped my cunt, his strong hand, squeezing and releasing. I rode his hand.
But too soon, he pulled out.

“Nooo…” I protested in disappointment, pulling my knees in, trying to maintain this state of suspended climax.

“No,” he gritted out, his jaw tight with his own pleasure-pain. “I don’t want to miss this!” He forcefully pulled my knees apart and plunged his straining cock into my spasming pussy.

I was almost afraid he wouldn’t be able to maintain the incredible bar that his talented fingers had set but, as soon as he started to thrust in long velvety strokes, keeping that ever-so-slight pressure on my pubic bone, it sent me into a different fucking stratosphere. I grabbed on to the sheets, trying to hold myself down.

I was bombarded by one devastatingly deep, gut-wrenching wave after another of exquisite, steady pleasure. I wanted to weep at the intensity of it. My taut stomach undulated again and again. 

“Can you feel it?” I whimpered, hoping he could feel, on his end, even a modicum of the rapture he’d created inside me.

“Oh, fuck, yeah.” The tension on his handsome face pulled his skin tight over his jaw as he fought to hold back, trying to prolong it for me. “I’ve never felt anything this good.”

He shuddered, finally collapsing on top of me. I continued to move as my body and my brain tried to catch up with one another. I held on to him as if he were the only thing anchoring me down. He'd just taken our love-making to a whole other level.

"That was fucking amazing," he murmured against my shoulder. 

 I smiled lazily, unable to keep my eyes open. As I drifted off to sleep, I couldn't wait to do it again. 
Hope you enjoyed this week's tease. Don't forget to hop on over to Kayla's for the master list of Masturbation Monday participants. 
Happy M-Monday!

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