Turning Thirty

I chewed on my lips for a moment, thinking. I wouldn’t give up, I couldn’t. I leaned in, so I could speak softly into (Y/N)’s ear, “You know you’re beautiful. And fucking sexy.” I still didn’t get any immediate response, so I moved my hand from her waist to her breast, squeezing the fullness appreciatively, “You have amazing titties, for example. They feel great in my hands. I love when you push them together and let me fuck th-“

She turned just long enough to shoot me a glance, sounding shocked but still smiling, “-Andy!”

I grinned wickedly, starting to get a little horny. It turned me on when things I said scandalized her. I’d never been much of a dirty talker before, but something about (Y/N)’s reaction to it really got me going. “You know it’s true. I love fucking you, every way you’ll let me, every time you’ll let me.” I held her more snuggly against me, pressing my dick as it started to stiffen against the cleft of her smooth ass and nudging her with it. “Everything about you is sexy. I love the way you look when you suck me off, the faces you make when you cum…” I trailed off, distracted, rolling her nipple between my fingers for a moment, liking how it contracted in response.

(Y/N) rolled back over towards me, giving me a coy look through her thick eyelashes. “You make it sound like you’re wanting some morning birthday sex, Sir Tinybutt.”

I raised an eyebrow as I smiled. My goal had unintentionally changed from only gaining forgiveness to both forgiveness and permission for vaginal entry. I made a deliberately silly face, “How else will I know I’m still pretty unless you still let me bone you?”

She rolled her eyes at me, smiling her lovely smile, “Goofball!”

Though (Y/N) was still slow to let her inhibitions go, even after how long we’d been together, I could tell that my talk of fucking had started to turn her on. She gave off a certain, submissive vibe when she was in the mood that she definitely didn’t the rest of the time. When she was in that headspace, she didn’t argue, spoke less, and was enthusiastic about doing whatever I wanted in terms of sex. I liked seeing her that way; it got me hard and made it difficult to concentrate. Freely given sexual power over such a fucking hot woman, a woman I loved, was intoxicating.

I reached for her face and brushed my thumb over her cheek, prompting her merriment to fade away, replaced wholly by meek, feminine desire. Without any words needing to be spoken, we both leaned in, our lips meeting and fitting together perfectly.

She had always been a fantastic kisser, and I immediately felt my pulse jumping up a notch. We had only been making out for a few minutes before my sex drive was fully primed. I pulled away, unable to ignore the demands of my now-jutting erection. “Peaches… I want your pussy. I want to make you cum, I want to blow my load inside you.”

She blushed, looking away, before peering back at me timidly. When her eyes looked like that, so big and round after I was nasty with her… The feeling of insistent pressure in my penis, the need to stick it inside of something, became foremost in my consciousness, dwarfing everything else. I needed to get (Y/N) wet, turn her on; I couldn’t wait to push inside of her. “Spread your legs, honey. I want to fuck, I need to get you read-“

She put a well-manicured hand over my arm before I could protest the fact that her thighs were still touching. “-Can you grab some lube instead? I don’t want you to have to wait. It’s your birthday, Blue-bear.”

That (Y/N) had actually made the suggestion of skipping foreplay, so that I could stick it to her sooner, made the urgency in my dick go from profoundly distracting to overpowering. I blinked as I tried to throw off the temptation of lubing up so I could slip inside her right away, instead of just putting the work in… that was cheating! Besides, she always needed attention before I could-

I felt her hand close around my shaft and give it a slow squeeze, and all my cognitive ability went out the door. “Well? Do you need me to get it? It’s on your side of the bed.”

I flung myself around, slapping my boner against the bed in the process. I tore open the bedside table drawer and pawed through its contents, desperate to find the lube. Once I had it, I flipped back around, triumphant. (Y/N) had already kicked away the sheets and spread her shapely thighs apart. I wasted no time kneeling between them. Impatient at the sight of her slit beckoning, I squirted some lube on my palm, then grasped my cock and gave it a few pumps to spread it around. I squeezed some more out, onto my fingers, then rubbed them hurriedly against her pussy lips.

When (Y/N) gasped a little at the contact, I couldn’t help but slide two fingers in her snatch, earning a louder groan. The feel of her, muscular and slick, only increased my eagerness, the electric need. I moved, positioning myself over her. I gripped the base of my cock to guide it as I pressed forward, through her constricting entrance.

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