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"Which w-way.......do you..... w-want it?" My words, stilted yet insistent, escape between choppy heated breaths. Need to know. There are several different directions he could take us. His fingers dripping with vanilla scented oil, he has me anticipating what I know to be delicious options on our private, carnal sexual buffet. Visual lubrication prepares our way.
It is imperative that I give myself to him exactly as he desires. That ravenous moment when I need my life mate to possess me, to be inside of me.... somewhere.
"I love watching you squirm on my hand." Stop. Don't stop! Stop!! I am too close.
"How do you want me?" From behind?
His gravelly bass bedroom voice. "I want you down on your knees." Blood flow blushes my ears. Oooh, do I like it when he knows exactly what he wants.
I hold him -- smooth, hot, hard. First in my hand, then in my mouth. Salt. Soap. Spicy. Tongue concave, warmth in my throat kisses his spongy head tenderly, invitingly. He growls. I give brief vibrating hums in response.
Without warning, I find myself on our bed again, on my elbows and knees, both giving and receiving in honor, ready to partake. He claims his rightful, primal place behind me as he presses up against me. Smooth, hot, hard.
I like when he knows what he wants, but I love when he changes his mind.
My first attempt at flash fiction. 234 words. The writing challenge was to write an erotic story less than 500 words using the sign image at the top of the page.