NSFW: Cuddle Fuck

“Do you, just want to cuddle?” 

Something wasn’t quite clicking tonight. The angles weren’t working for a deep fuck, there was frustration on both sides during oral, and it had hurt when he vigorously stabbed his fingers into me. Our previous sessions had been trouble-free, seamless. Last time, my thighs clamped around his face, I ground my clit down onto his tongue while my spit-wettened hand stroked his cock to a very messy release. Then later, he filmed his fat dick slowly disappearing into my arse hole. 

Tonight, we both conceded, was a bit of a flop. There can’t be fireworks and popping corks every time; sometimes mundanity and frustration seep in, as sad as that is. Might as well salvage the evening by redressing and having a lovely, comforting cuddle on my considerable corner sofa while watching Taskmaster. 

My arm across his broad chest, I nuzzled my face into his neck and closed my eyes, listening to him breathe. We stayed like this for a while, with Greg Davies’ booming voice in the background. His lips gently found my forehead; I reciprocated with light, little kisses on his neck, making him quietly murmur. I lifted my head, tracing my lips across his jaw and found his lips. There were soft, reassuring kisses then, while we hugged each other closer. 

I can’t remember whose tongue first punctured whose lips. But there it was, full-on making-out; our tongues slowly sliding over one another’s. Occasionally we would pause, draw back slightly to breathe and tease. My hands had moved to his face; his to my thigh, then my arse, squeezing. I nibbled his lip mischievously. 

Then, a shift to something more urgent. A switch being flicked. Suddenly, my hands were in his hair, strongly pulling his face onto mine. My thigh was gripped and pulled up over his, opening my hips. The kissing intensified; we were no longer pausing for teasing breaks, it’s all smashing lips and tongues delving as deep as possible into one another, tasting. Our breathing, in sync, became more and more ragged. 

The TV was abruptly turned off. Then, an instruction: “Get naked”. 

There wasn’t any finesse to our undressing; our clothes were wrenched off our bodies as though they were on fire. Now, I was hungry for him. Hungrier than ever, because I’d written off the evening as cosy yet frustratingly platonic and now there was a chance of sexual redemption, the idea of which made me religiously horny. 

Once naked, we resumed our positions on the sofa, with my bare leg hooked over his hip, and our lips came together once more. His hardness sat rigidly against my stomach as we entwined. I reached out for his hand and dragged it impatiently up my thigh, before he took the lead and dipped his hand between us. Discovering my wet core, his fingers gently rubbed my swollen clit as I moaned into his mouth. Sliding my fingers into our kiss to dampen them, I plucked and pinched at his hard nipple, knowing it would drive him to the edge of need. It worked: he abruptly broke our kiss to roar in pleasure then dip to bite my neck. 

His mouth moved to my nipple as he lifted his fingers from my cunt to reach for a condom. It was as though he couldn’t bear to be without at least one part of my body under his control. His cock was sheathed before I took another breath. My leg still curved over his, he kissed me yet again as he guided his hard head down between my lips. I groaned as it urgently slid inside me. 

He forced his body weight over mine, pushing me onto my back. I lifted my arms above my head and he pinned them there. There, naked on the sofa, he fucked me. 

It was slow at first, teasing my cunt with his length. The strokes were achingly long and indulgent. His mouth returned to my nipple, tongue swirling around my nub before his lips sharply sucked it to his teeth. I wrapped both legs around his waist and tightened my cunt around him, determined to bring his body as close as possible to mine. There, we rocked together, making it unclear whether he was thrusting into me or I was forcing my cunt over him. 

His pace quickened. His mouth left my nipple, leaving it feeling cold, hard, lonely, as he lifted himself up. Grabbing the back of my thighs, pushing my legs up towards me, he drove his dick into me. He drove it purposely, rhythmically, and with force. I felt completely overpowered; not through physical intimidation, but from the breath being fucked out of my body with every stroke. 

One thrust, 2, 3, 4, maybe 5, more before he growled that he couldn’t last any longer. The way he pulled back slightly to watch my cunt devour his cock one final time before he came made me feel like I was falling. His fingertips dug hard into my thighs as he released; mine clawed at the side of the sofa. 

He sank forward and pushed his face in between my tits while catching precious breath. I could feel the gasps on my sweat-dampened skin as I gently twisted his hair in between my fingers. Fingers returned to my clit, circling the flesh softly and slipping over and through, followed closely by kisses scattered across the curve of my breast. My cunt fluttered. 

In one sudden and fluid move, my thighs were parted and his face was buried between them. He pushed his tongue deeply into my cunt, stretched by his dick only a couple of minutes before, as a prelude to his fingers. I twisted his hair, but less gently than before. 

I briefly considered the scene from above: my indulgently naked form laid back, his dark hair nestled in my lap, the sound of my cunt being fingered and tongued as it’s drowned by spit and sex, my mouth opening to scream. His tongue flicking lightly over my clit was enough to trigger me. I grabbed his head with both hands and roughly fucked his face as I noisily came over it. 

Rolling onto my side, he nestled behind me, arms circling my middle, lips pressed into my back. Both spent, damp, and breathless, we cuddled there, on the sofa, quiet and still.