Patience. It had never been Giovanna’s strong suit, especially not when it came to having her craving for sex satisfied. That day was no different, particularly after Dylan’s lunch time text.
While on her lunch break – a whole six hours earlier – Dylan had sent her a text ‘better get your ass home quickly tonight… may have potentially watched one of our little home movies… very horny now, dying to feel you all hot and swollen while I slam into that delicious pussy of yours‘. Needless to say, reading his text had caused a giant throb deep inside her vagina, a throb that had grown in intensity throughout the rest of her work day.
It hadn’t help at all when, on her afternoon tea break, she’d received another message from Dylan – a picture message this time – of his enticingly hard cock. The image had caused her to whimper and a tight feeling to develop in her clitoris. She had quickly replied to his message telling him he was evil and that she couldn’t wait to get home to him.
As as a final little tease she had gone into the bathroom and, in the privacy of one of the stalls, managed to snap a photo, showing Dylan the effect his words – and dick pic – had had on her cunt.
It had been extremely hard to not touch herself more than necessary in the bathroom. The way she was feeling, she probably would have only had to rub her clit for a minute before reaching climax. A silent orgasm was so unrewarding though; she knew it would be much better if, when she finally came, it was because of what Dylan was doing to her body, not what she was doing to her own.
Naturally the computer server fucked up late in the afternoon, meaning Giovanna was a full hour late leaving work. The damn train was running late and when she was finally on board, it seemed the carriage she’d entered was the carriage of choice for the city’s population of creeps. Of course her phone ran out of battery minutes into the train journey, luckily not before she’d told Dylan she was finally on her way.
In the mean time, poor Dylan had probably passed out due to lack of blood flow to his (top!) head, and rather than a night of much needed fucking, she’d spend the night tending to him in a very innocent way. She could see it in her head; walking in the front door to find Dylan lying unconscious on the bathroom floor with blood pouring out a gash in his head. He would probably end up having some sort of head injury that would require surgery and-
Giovanna rolled her eyes. Her stupid imagination got out of control sometimes. Way out of control.
Opening the door, Giovanna still half expected to find Dylan unconscious on the floor, but thankfully that wasn’t the case. He was very much conscious and as he put his iPad down on the table and moved toward her, she could tell there was only one thing on his mind.
“Finally home, huh,” Dylan said with a wink, wrapping his arms around her waist and kissing her.
“Sorry, things got a bit crazy with the server drama,” Giovanna explained when the kiss came to an end.
Rather than pull away, Dylan moved his hands down over her ass to the back of her thighs and as he lifted her, she jumped, legs locking tightly around his waist.
“I know how to make your relax.” Dylan smirked and turned around then started walking in the direction of their bedroom.
“Do you just?” Giovanna asked, tilting her hips and moaning quietly when she felt the hard ridge of his erection against her clit.
“Oh yeah,” Dylan replied, his voice muffled as he buried his face in her neck and bit down on the sensitive flesh.
“How are you going to do that?” she asked innocently as they crossed the threshold into their bedroom.
“With nice, slow, gentle love-making, of course,” Dylan said sweetly as he lay her down on the bed.
Giovanna tightened her legs around him and pulled him down on top of her.
“Pity, I was hoping you were going to fuck my brains out.”
At the same time Dylan nipped at her neck he ground his hips into hers, and even with the layers of clothing between them, the sensation of his cock against her pussy made her cry out loudly. Again he ground his hips into her and although his top wasn’t even off, Giovanna began clawing at his shoulders and upper back.
She knew they could probably both come from the dry-humping alone, but after the hours of build-up there was no way she was wasting an orgasm on pathetic teenage above-the-clothes stuff! Releasing her legs from his waist, Giovanna pushed on Dylan’s chest and watched as he reared up on his knees and pulled his t-shirt off, before making quick work of his pants and underwear.
Instinctively she sat up and pulled Dylan forward at the hips, licking her lips before trailing her tongue over the tip of his cock. She needed to do more than lick and didn’t even think about it as she took the top inch of him between her lips and sucked gently. It was obvious she had no control over herself because without consciously realising what she was doing, she took his entire length in her mouth and began massaging the underside with her tongue as she increased the amount of suction.
Dylan was groaning and moving his hips in time with her mouth, and when she felt a dribble of pre-cum on her tongue she moaned around him, looking forward to hearing his loud grunty groan as he emptied himself in her mouth.
Rather than let himself go, Dylan put a hand on her forehead and gently pulled his cock from her mouth.
“Not like that,” Dylan said huskily. “Well, not this time,” he added with a devious grin and pushed her back on the bed.
He took a surprising amount of time removing her heels and peeling down her stockings, before moving his fingers to the zipper on her skirt. His breath audibly hitched when he pulled her skirt down enough to see she no longer had panties on. Garter belt – yes – panties, no. Dylan wasn’t quite so patient undoing the tie on her wraparound shirt, and seemed relieved when he saw she was wearing a bra that did up in the front.
In a matter of seconds her breasts were bared to his hungry mouth and as he started sucking on a nipple Giovanna found her hips were already moving with intent. It was as if her pussy was trying to find his cock. Actually, that’s exactly what was happening, she was sure of it.
Dylan propped himself up on an elbow and while he worked one nipple with his lips and tongue, he skimmed a hand down over her stomach and below her belly button, wasting absolutely no time burying two long fingers inside her pussy.
The walls of her vagina tightened around his fingers and as he began stroking her using a ‘come hither’ motion with his fingers, a strangled moan escaped from between her lips and her hips pressed into his hand.
She didn’t know exactly what he did to her G-spot, but whenever he focused the attention of his fingers on it, she felt as if she was going to climb the walls. It drove her insane. There was no way to describe the sensations, or the way it made her insides feel, let alone the way it made her brain feel. It was like nothing else she had ever felt, and every time he did it she reached the point that it was almost too much for her, so much so she would consider telling him to stop.
And then she’d have the most incredibly explosive orgasm and feel so relaxed and blissed out after that she would fall asleep straight away.
Dylan had put stop to her blowjob, now it was time for her to put a stop to his assault on her G-spot!
“Not like that,” she imitated Dylan, repeating his words from minutes earlier. “Well, not this time.”
“Cheeky bitch,” Dylan exclaimed as he slipped his fingers from the sopping wet confines of her pussy and made a show of sucking her juices off the digits.
Giovanna whimpered and pulled him down so she could kiss him, moaning as she tasted herself on him, the sound of his frustrated groan exciting her.
Sometimes they played this game where they would see who would be the first to break and give into the teasing. Usually she was the one who lost the game, impaling herself on his cock with a loud cry of relief; she didn’t know if that was what they were playing at, but had a feeling if they were, Dylan would lose.
He was hovering above her and when Giovanna raised her hips off the bed, bringing her wetness in contact with his penis, she knew his last ounce of restraint was about to slip. Instead of giving in and pressing inside her however, Dylan climbed off her and Giovanna looked at him in confusion.
“Are you o-” Giovanna was in the middle of asking if he was okay when Dylan gripped her legs and pulled her to him so her ass was on the edge of the bed.
She expected him to continue in his teasing fashion, but rather than tease her, Dylan lined himself up with her aching hole and in one swift movement, plunged as deep inside her as he could reach. The tip of his cock made forceful contact against the back of her pussy and Giovanna cried out in pleasure as her pussy throbbed around his cock.
“I’m perfect now,” Dylan smirked and Giovanna could only groan in response, her breath catching as he clamped his hands on her hips and pulled her even closer to him.
There was nothing she loved more than the feeling of his cock filling her completely. She loved the tight, hot sensation as her muscles stretched to accommodate him, and the way it felt when he pulled out for the first time. The way his cock rubbed against the sensitive spots of her pussy on the way out and again on the way in made her toes curl and her fingers clench while a loud scream erupted from her throat. She wasn’t sure what it was about that first out-and-in stroke, but she couldn’t get enough of it.
While some nights Dylan would slowly work her into it, she was glad that that night he didn’t bother being ‘polite’. From the very first thrust he was fucking her hard and fast, every last ounce of his strength behind the powerful thrusts.
With every thrust Giovanna was making a noise that was between a shriek and a scream; the noise being the only way she could maintain some form of control over her body. She felt crazed, and was alternating between tugging firmly on her nipples and clawing at the bed sheets, needing some way to anchor herself, some way to fight the overwhelming sensations he was causing to fire through her body.
Dylan changed his rhythm; each time he rammed inside her he would pull her into him at the hips, meaning his cock was hitting with what felt like double the force The shrieky sound turned into screams and Giovanna became worried she was going to claw a hole in the sheets, or pull her nipples so hard she’d draw blood.
The way Dylan was groaning spurred her on, the raw, guttural sounds coming from him seemed to be hitting her right in the core. Sounds of pleasure hadn’t really added to the overall experience of sex in previous relationships, but with Dylan their cries of pleasure added a whole other spectrum to their love-making. And their fucking. Definitely their fucking.
Just as she felt she was getting used to the new, more forceful rhythm, Dylan changed positions. With her legs up against him and her feet over his shoulders, Dylan was able to drive deeper still and when he leaned forward, bringing her legs toward her chest, Giovanna felt an enormous tightening in her cunt.
Dylan’s groans were lasting longer and she knew from discussions they’d had, he loved how tight it made her feel when she was in that position. Giovanna enjoyed that position because it increased the friction for her, and while it made her feel tighter to him, to her it made his cock feel huge. Not that he needed to be any bigger.
They were too far along to keep things steady and try to prolong the sex. A minute into the new position and Dylan began fucking her faster, bending her so her legs were closer, and closer to her chest. Pile driving. She guessed that would be what the speed and motion of his hips could be compared to. Faster and faster, deeper and deeper, harder and harder… all of it very welcome, needed, necessary.
You didn’t give a half-assed attempt when having that type of sex. It was the type of sex that you committed to and gave it your all, until you were both lying motionless on the bed, spent and trying to catch your breath, wondering if you’d maintain consciousness or not.
Her toes began to curl and Giovanna knew she was almost done. The toe curling was followed by what felt like every single muscle in her body tensing up as scalding heat flooded her pussy. She hadn’t even orgasmed yet and her throat was already painfully raw from vocalising the level of pleasure she felt.
It was when the hot sensation in her pussy was accompanied by extreme tightening of the muscular walls, that Giovanna braced herself for the orgasm she knew was about to hit. Time seemed to stand still and Dylan became a blur before her, then just as quickly came back into sharp focus as she felt the first wave of her orgasm hit.
She roared as the full force of her orgasm hit, her body rigid and tight, in contrast to her pussy, which was clenching and releasing with such speed and intensity, she wondered if it would ever stop.
It did stop, of course, but not before the world went black for a split second, by which time Dylan was pressing into her with all of his body weight, his cock pulsating with rhythmic contractions as he emptied himself inside her.
Dylan was obviously conscious that the position was getting rather uncomfortable for her, because he carefully pulled out and moved so he was lying on the bed next to her. Somehow she found the energy to move against Dylan and rest her head on his chest, sighing happily when she felt his hand come to rest lightly on the small of her back.
In the vague recesses of her brain Giovanna was aware she was starving, that she needed a drink, that she had a few emails she should reply to; but she also knew there was no way she was moving from her current position for at least half an hour, probably longer. Being responsible and in control could wait. She was fast losing the battle to keep her eyes open and it was taking far too much energy to even try.
After making the decision to let sleep take over, it was a matter of seconds before that was precisely what happened.