Wait for me

I went to bed before you came home, I was so tired. Yet, I drifted in and out of sleep, as if something was beckoning me, pulling at me, speaking to me. At one point, I woke in a sweat, swearing off Mexican food forever (I hadn’t had Mexican), sure that something was in the room with me. I felt something repeatedly touch my boxers, pulling at them, tugging, like they were sideways on my body. Then I was back asleep.

All at once I woke, and you were next to me, quietly sleeping. That’s what I thought. I heard something. The bed was pulsing. I’m not sure what the word is for what was happening, but I was vaguely aware you were moving slightly. I pulled myself next to you, and I could feel a slight vibration. You were touching yourself? I whispered in your ear, “Why didn’t you wait? I’m right here.” You told me you tried to wake me, but I was out, like a rock. 

I don’t know why, but this angered me. We always wait for one another. It doesn’t matter what we are doing or how we are feeling, we always come back to bed and fuck. I didn’t need to tell you this. It was understood. I don’t know what came over me. I pulled your body around, facing me, and pushed your head down, right onto my now very alert cock. Your mouth swallowed every inch and mashed into my pelvis. Oh, how I wanted to have you this way. I was in the back of your throat and throbbing. I could cum so hard and so fast right now. You worked your mouth up and down, and I breached the back of your throat each time, feeling it contract on the head of my cock. It was driving me nuts, and I felt you still pleasuring yourself. You couldn’t do this to me! Why were you doing this? 

I wasn’t going to let you have your fun before me. I pulled you off my cock, spit dripping from your mouth and splashing onto my chest. Your panties were off, so I shoved myself into you, entering from behind. I wanted to know you, feel you, taste you, become you from the inside. I wanted to rearrange your organs, splash my hot cum all inside your baby maker (okay, that made me laugh), and fuck your brains out. I did just that, reaching around, one arm around your hips while the other was across your neck, choking you with each thrust. I fucked you harder, so hard it seemed you would fly off the bed had I not held you tightly with two arms. How your pussy could take that beating, I have no idea, but I kept the throttle down until an orgasm wiped my brain clean, like bleach in a Petri dish. I had no thoughts as warm chemicals flooded my blood, my brain blanking, my mind easing, and my body slowing. I noticed you were moaning now, so I moved my hand between your legs, where your hand was touching your clit. You had cum at the same time as me. I hadn’t even known, so enraptured was I by my own. We melted into one another, a little bit broken, a little bit sweaty, and completely in love. I kissed your neck as you turned back to look at me and whispered, “Next time, wait for me.”