Missionary
of
Dave George
genre
romantic
I know the missionary position isn’t seen as exciting, but I do like it. I like it because I can lie back, naked, and William can enter the room, fresh from a shower and step onto the bed and he smells wonderful. He can slip inside me easily, or with a little guidance with my hand and straight away his length and girth feel great. Then he lies on top of me and he looks into my eyes, and I look into his, he can smile and I can kiss that smile, he can whisper simplicities into my ear and I can whisper similarly or chew on his earlobe.
His weight on me is comforting. He can glide in smoothly. With each outward movement there is that feel of air slipping between us and with each thrust back in, gentle thrust back in, the air is forced away and our skins can touch, slap gently against each other. As his breath hardens, I can hear it, feel it against my cheek.
His hands can explore my breast, hold it firmly in his hand, squeeze, pinch my nipple, and with a simple arch of his back, he can kiss me there, flick his tongue against my nipple, suck it if he cares to, nibble, and then return to kiss my smile and look at me honestly in the eyes again.
I can use my hands freely and run them along his back, from the top of the shoulders to his buttocks and then to the top of his thighs. As I caress his moving buttocks, he can clench them, so they are firm, round, and he can drill into me a little harder. If I want more I can tap him, slap his arse, squeeze, dig my nails in, and he can respond accordingly, faster, deeper, slower, whatever gear of lovemaking we choose.
I can clench the walls of my vagina against his erection, make myself tight so he can find it harder to move, I can hold him in position, or I can widen my legs and give him warm, welcoming entry into the depths of me.
I can lift my knees, rest my heels on his thighs, pull him into me.
I can be passive and make him do all the work, which he loves to do, William in control while I can simply enjoy his technique, or I can take an active part and clench, grip, pinch, goad, kick him, spur him to go faster, deeper. His breaths against my cheek will indicate how close he is to pleasure. I can whisper in his ear instructions: “slower”; “deeper”; “softer”; “harder.” Each instruction easily responded to. As we near the perfection of climax I can tighten against him, wrap my arms tighter, squeeze my thighs against him harder and it will feel like I am squeezing joy out from him through his penis and inside me and I can close my eyes tightly before opening them and I can watch his expression as he comes. And he can look into my eyes and know I love him.
His weight on me is comforting. He can glide in smoothly. With each outward movement there is that feel of air slipping between us and with each thrust back in, gentle thrust back in, the air is forced away and our skins can touch, slap gently against each other. As his breath hardens, I can hear it, feel it against my cheek.
His hands can explore my breast, hold it firmly in his hand, squeeze, pinch my nipple, and with a simple arch of his back, he can kiss me there, flick his tongue against my nipple, suck it if he cares to, nibble, and then return to kiss my smile and look at me honestly in the eyes again.
I can use my hands freely and run them along his back, from the top of the shoulders to his buttocks and then to the top of his thighs. As I caress his moving buttocks, he can clench them, so they are firm, round, and he can drill into me a little harder. If I want more I can tap him, slap his arse, squeeze, dig my nails in, and he can respond accordingly, faster, deeper, slower, whatever gear of lovemaking we choose.
I can clench the walls of my vagina against his erection, make myself tight so he can find it harder to move, I can hold him in position, or I can widen my legs and give him warm, welcoming entry into the depths of me.
I can lift my knees, rest my heels on his thighs, pull him into me.
I can be passive and make him do all the work, which he loves to do, William in control while I can simply enjoy his technique, or I can take an active part and clench, grip, pinch, goad, kick him, spur him to go faster, deeper. His breaths against my cheek will indicate how close he is to pleasure. I can whisper in his ear instructions: “slower”; “deeper”; “softer”; “harder.” Each instruction easily responded to. As we near the perfection of climax I can tighten against him, wrap my arms tighter, squeeze my thighs against him harder and it will feel like I am squeezing joy out from him through his penis and inside me and I can close my eyes tightly before opening them and I can watch his expression as he comes. And he can look into my eyes and know I love him.
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