The movie theater

There was a kind of electricity in the air as we bought our tickets to see the movie. It wasn’t just the prospect of being entertained. We had other things on our minds as we sat down, a large drink between us. Your hands kept finding their way to my arm or shoulder, and my hands touched your back and thighs like I would never see you again. There was something about the way you kept looking at me that was driving me nuts. I knew it was just a matter of time. 

The previews couldn’t hold our interest, and when the movie started, we realized no one was sitting near us. The film went on, but we only partook blindly and in fits and spurts, our touching and caressing causing us to blush. We never had trouble showing affection. But we also never carried on like this in public. This was new. What were we doing?

My right hand was on the inside of your left thigh, impatient and burning with the thoughts I was sending to it, but it remained immobile. Then, a moody scene in the movie plunged us into darkness, and my hand moved your skirt up on command. You placed our shared popcorn on your lap to hide your embarrassment and put your forehead against mine. When you looked up at me, I saw your eyes say, “Go.” 

So my hand, a bit shocked by the command, caressed you between your legs. There was no need to remove your panties. You were already wet, and my fingers worked between your lips, in spite of the fabric. I could bring your excitement to a peak right now. 

“Oh,” you caught yourself saying by reflex, but no one could hear as the music swelled. You bit your lip, ready to cum. It was then I withdrew my hand, and your eyes searched my face for an answer. I grinned, knowing you would beg me with those same eyes to fuck you ... until I was finally inside you. But you had to wait. Your face turned to a pout, but it was no use. You belonged to me. You would come, but not until you suffered through the movie with an ache that was spreading through your body like fire. Waiting makes it hurt, but the end is more powerful, more emphatic, more brutal, like the end of a war. You would thank me later, but right now, your body and brain were united in hating me. That’s alright. I hated me too. The throbbing in my shorts wouldn’t subside until we united in a frenzy later. We waited, blissfully frustrated and continued enduring the movie that basked us in lurid light. We knew the real show hadn’t yet begun. You smiled, playfully bit my shoulder, and ate a handful of popcorn. 

Part two

We didn’t sit through the credits. We hopped up at the movie’s end, ready to do the only thing we could think about all day and sate the longing in our loins for one another. We held hands as we exited the theater, as if united in purpose. Night was upon us, and the smell of your perfume was on me and my cologne was on you. We were messy as I drove home. Your flirtatious eyes met mine every time I looked away from the road. My hand touched your face, your neck, your blouse, but I stayed away from the wetness between your legs. You were so close, my breath on your face might send you over the edge. If I dipped into one good pothole, you might cum. You had to wait. You had to obey what I had in mind. 

The drive home seemed to take forever and I toyed with the idea of pulling over and just getting it over with, but the burning in my brain was bigger than the burning in my pants. I was going to fuck you. And you were going to beg for it. 

With the car parked and the garage door closing, we raced inside, my hand on your lower back as if pushing you ahead of me. You turned abruptly in the kitchen and threw your arms around my neck. My hands were ravenous, my arms squeezing the air out of your lungs in a sharp burst. “Too hard too soon,” I chided myself. Don’t lose your composure yet. We kissed like teenage fools drunk on cheap beer. I could have you right here in the kitchen, you were so ready. You giggled at our clumsiness, and I pushed you to your knees in the dimly lit kitchen. As I unzipped my pants, your hands grabbed my cock and put it directly in your mouth with not even a kiss or lick. Your head was pushing hard into me, and your hands were now on the backs of my knees, pulling you in with each stroke. I was in the back of your throat with every thrust. You stopped moving your head, so I did the work myself. I could hear soft moans coming from you between thrusts, so I knew you could breathe. It seemed like I was filling your whole mouth, your whole throat. 

You looked perfectly beautiful when I finally looked down. Your eyes met mine and I feared my plans would unravel right there in the kitchen. Right there in the back of your throat. I grunted and pushed myself away, angry with myself now. But I would take my frustration out on you. Poor thing. You had no idea what was coming. I grabbed your hand and brought you to your feet in one motion. You wiped your mouth and smiled. You were such a good girl and you knew it. But I was going to do bad things to you. I couldn’t tell if you guessed what I was thinking yet. 

I led you to the bedroom and snapped on a small light in the corner. Here is where I would take my stand. It was here I wanted to be all day. With you. You panted as you removed your blouse, and I could see you had the same thoughts. My hands firmly grabbed your thighs and cupped your buttocks, bringing you into me. We kissed again, but this time slower and more passionate. We found our rhythm. 

Part 3

I could have thrown you on the bed and fucked your brains out, but I couldn’t yet. I had to make sure you understood you belonged to me. You had to obey. I removed your soaked panties but left your skirt on. I took the hair tie from your hair and wrapped it around both your wrists with your hands behind your back. The urge to penetrate you was making me lose focus, but I fought through it again. I sat you on the bed and put my hand between your legs. I stoked your clit once, twice, and again, your back arching with each touch. Oh, but it wasn’t time yet, dear Julia. I put my finger in your mouth and your eyes looked up at me. My expression must have answered your question because you sucked one finger, then two. 

At my breaking point, I pushed you back on the bed, turning you over and bringing your hips to mine. I brushed away the skirt and entered you from behind, but only thrust ten times before pulling out. You didn’t think it would be so easy, did you? At that moment you called out my name and said what I wanted to hear, “Please just fuck me!” I turned you over again, forgetting your hands were still tied behind your back. You were like a rag doll in my arms. I laughed at your helplessness. You begged me again, so I entered you roughly, on top like a raging bull. I could feel your heart pounding when I paused a few seconds. Were you scared of me? I couldn’t tell. 

And then your face turned away, you bit hard on a decorative pillow, and a muffled cry of mingled pain and ecstasy left your throat. You shuddered beneath me as I continued to pound away at your bound body. I wasn’t done, and neither were you. I untied your hands and ordered you to suck me off. Erupting in your mouth as I cupped your jaw, I could see there was still more desire in you. You swallowed hard and smiled, unable to process what I tasted like for a moment because you were catching your breath.

My mouth found your clit again, and you were still so turned on, hips writhing and bucking beneath my rough tongue. I put a finger inside you, but you removed it and brought my hand to your breast, where your nipple was hard and exposed. I pinched it hard and you cried out a little, but you didn’t scold me so I did it again. Then your butt and thighs tensed as I continued to put my whole mouth on your pussy. Your second orgasm was quieter but ripped through your body the same way. I slowed as you rode the wave of pleasure. 

Sliding in beside and behind you, I pulled you close. Our hearts were racing still but slackened as our breathing slowed. I don’t know what I proved. But when you turned your head to look at me finally, I saw exactly what I wanted to see. And I was exactly where I wanted to be. The world outside seemed so far away as we drifted off to sleep, half clothed and uncovered on the bed, biding our time before we could do it all again.