Flawed Thinking

And when his hands moved to her backside and slid over her buttocks, Sela felt like she couldn’t breathe. She shook her head back and forth in quiet desperation as his hands slid to her hips, turned her, and moved her against his now hard cock. Her reaction flooded his mind with a vaguely familiar sensation, as she fought against her surrender of control. With one hand, he smoothed her hair. The gesture made Sela open her eyes. She knew it and knew what would follow in short order. He smoothed her hair again, twice, before locking his fingers in and pulling, causing her head to tilt back. Sela watched his face as he used his other arm to adjust her hips so that she was positioned over his erection. She loved watching him when he carried out his plans. And when he sought her eyes, her desire was no longer hidden. Mark didn’t dare speak. Instead he closed his eyes and probed her cunt with the tip of his cock. It took just seconds to find the slickened entryway, and he pulled her lips to his own as he slid into her. Oh, Christ, she thought, helplessly.


Mark’s tongue was gentle, and his strokes were steady. Sela tried to hold still to keep her hips in place against his. Their heights were such that sex while standing was a bit of a challenge. Mark didn’t seem to notice. He felt so hard inside of her she moaned into his mouth. That, he noticed, and when he broke the kiss, he looked at Sela as if she were, in this moment, his personal goddess. He slid out of her then and gently turned her to face the wall. This move surprised Sela. She felt somewhat bereft until he encircled her waist with one arm and said in her ear, “I’ve thought of this for months.”


Mark moved his free hand, now soapy, over the cheeks of her ass. Sela took a sudden breath in when she felt his fingers moving over her anus. He rained kisses on her shoulder as he slid a finger inside and moved it gently in and out. The soap made for little resistance when he bit down on her shoulder and slid a second finger in. “Oh, god,” she said aloud. He moved so gently that Sela began moving impatiently against him. She couldn’t see Mark’s smile as he pulled out his fingers, brought her hips back, and bent her forward at the waist. He rested one hand on her lower back as he soaped his cock with the other. Sela bit her lip in anticipation and turned her head in time to see him enter her. He watched her eyes grow hazy as he stroked in and out, and when she turned her eyes back down to the shower floor, he smacked her ass, hard. Sela’s head shot up high, but she didn’t make a sound.


Mark grabbed her hair again and held tight, then reached around with his other hand to play with her clit. His fingers moved in soft circles above her clit piercing, which surprised her, once again. Men tended to play with the piercing itself and forget about finding what really turned her on, and Mark hadn’t really explored her that much manually. No matter though. Sela couldn't be turned off now, and Mark’s consistent motions, in time with his strokes, were allowing her to peak. Mark could feel it in the tension of her legs and hear it in her breathing.

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