Generally hetero smut with knives.
It has been so hot out the windows have been open and no matter how much either of us bathes all we smell like is sweat and pheromones. I slept uneasily last night, the heat made me have strange dreams. When I try to open my eyes to the sun I know is beating in through the windows I can’t, I let things resolve in my head for a minute instead.
There is a blindfold over my eyes, the fan is pointed at my chest and I can feel the heat radiating from her body close by.
“Babe?”
“Shh be quiet.”
Her voice is so low it almost gets lost in the hum of the fan; I’ll be patient and wait her out.
The bed shifts, her heat moves and I get a whiff of her cunt. The sharp scent of her sweat mixed with her arousal makes my cock twitch and roll slightly along my thigh. I want to reach for her but I don’t want to ruin the mood so I stay still.
She moves slowly, I can imagine her the sweat glow on her cheeks, her big eyes at half- mast. When she settles with her wet cunt splayed against my cock she is so wet, so molten hot I wonder if she’s been masturbating.
“You can take your blind fold off but don’t touch me.”
I do what she says and lace my fingers behind my head. Her brown body gleams in the early morning sun slanting through the window, when the fan passes her nipples pucker and she tilts her head back.
Her eyes are closed and her hips move in a slow, awful inexorable grind. She keeps my rapidly hardening cock trapped, rubbing her slick clit against me just enough to get her wetter and to make me whimper.
She takes a long deep breath and puts her hands on my chest to brace herself. I want to lick the salt trail of sweat away from her neck but I don’t move. I can’t.
“I had this dream last night. About you and that knife I gave you for your birthday.”
Her voice is thick, hallucinatory and trembling on the edges.
“You tied me up, you had the knife and it was so sharp, so sharp so-“ there is a hitch in her breathing and her body shudders. My cock throbs and she smiles a little before going on. Her eyes close and her head tilts back slightly. Her whole body changes, she moves her hands and leans over me to pluck the little pocket sized vibrator off of the bedside table.
“You nicked my chest right here, all I could feel was the little trail of blood going down my skin. And then the uh, the little rounded part on the hilt. You took it and put it inside me to get it wet and laughed.”
Her voice is breathy; she’s lost in remembering her dream and all I can do is watch. I can’t keep up with what she’s saying, only how she feels. As she gets wetter I feel every fold of her cunt get fuller, feel the swollen lips moving against my cock and I want this to be the only thing in the world.
I come back to her voice as she stops moving and the tension thrums through her and into me.
“I was so scared the blade would slip.”
My breath catches as she moves one hand to slide my hard aching cock into her, the way she does it is so fluid I hardly know what’s happening until I feel her tight and pulsating around me.
I don’t want to ruin the moment but can’t keep the sound inside of me. I pull the hair on the back of my head to keep my hands off of her, I try to keep my hips from moving but the way she pulls me in I can’t quite control myself.
She smiles, lifting her hips a little and resettling herself in a more upright position.
“Don’t touch me, don’t move, don’t touch me, don’t..” her voice trails off when she puts the little vibrator to her clit and her hips stop moving for a second. Then she braces herself with her hand on my thigh rather than my chest.
She knows how this makes me feel, when she uses me as the means to her pleasure. While her hips grind in a tight small circle she is murmuring, chanting something I can’t hear. All I can do is try to hold on, I let my thoughts sink into her cunt as deep as my cock.
I feel the pull and flutter of muscles that amaze me every time. The rhythmic contractions, the wet undulations that are no less than pure magic to me. I envy women that, to keep myself somewhat calm I let that thought roll around in my head. What would I do if I had a cunt? Would mine feel like hers on the inside?
My thoughts are interrupted by the ragged groan that comes out of her open mouth. Her torso is covered in sweat, I feel her bear down and grind on my cock as she starts to come.
Her cunt squeezes so hard, fluttering in a way that strips me of everything. I have no will, no self all I have is the feel of her cunt and the weight of her leaning over me. She lays over me, her hips gyrating and her hot mouth next to my ear, she bites and pants the only words I need to hear.
“Fuck me, fuck me now, fuck me now.”
My hands free themselves and find her soft round ass; I grip it and pull her hard into me. I hear the vibrator clatter to the floor and feel her hands on the back of my head. Her smells are all around me; armpits, cunt, sweat, come and her slightly sour breath.
This is everything.
As she comes her cunt opens deep inside and I thrust in that tiny bit more and everything is fireworks, darkness and the feeling that I’m going to die. I am desperate as I start to come and need to find her mouth, her lips taste like salt and her tongue does that thing against mine, the flickering curl of her tongue drives me over the edge and the whole world is gone.
It’s over too fast; as my cock throbs and softens against my wishes I can only hold her tighter, trying to stay inside her. I’m shaking and can’t catch my breath, when she sits up and looks down at me with her dreamy little smile I feel better.
I run my hands along her belly and along her arms until our fingers twine together. She settles against my chest and we say nothing.
The sweat and come making us stick says everything.