I was standing in the middle of his room with nothing but a t-shirt and underpants. We had just finished a big fight and I was leaving the country in 3 days. We weren’t sure where the relationship was heading but we knew we loved each other.
He was lying on the bed, completely clothed as if he walked home from work. “Come here.” he wispered. I was scared. Was this how we were going to end our relationship? I suddently felt an overwhelming sense of desperateness where I would have done anything to make him forgive me. I wanted forgiveness for leaving the country for my job and I wanted forgiveness for starting a fight.
I climbed into bed with him and snuggled in my spot, under his arm with my hand over his chest. “Come on top of me.” He said. I was feeling exposed, my underpants revealing my vulnerability compared to his clothed self. My physical vulnerability was like a mirror to my emotional vulnerability.
He started kissing me with urgency. “I want you.” He commanded. This felt awkward for me as nothing was resolved. I was going to roll off him when he used his hands to stop me. “No, stay on top.” and swiftly was able to remove his pans while I was still on top of him. Without any warning I felt his hot hard shaft sliding in my cunt.
What I didn’t understand until that moment was I was turned on by his force. I liked his control and his lust. You know that feeling when your cunt is so wet, it’s brimming with cunt juice? It’s brimming so carefully that it’s just begging for a cock to splash and play.
They say there are each of us communicates our love and receives communication of love in different ways. I communicate through touch. I love it when my partner touches me. I need and crave touch. He groped my ass, my thighs, my back. It was as if the vulnerability created a sense of timelessness.
I remember he licked my back like an icecream cone. Two curved swoops. I’ll never forget it and it was the hottest moment in my life.
