Catalyst

It starts with kissing, because it always starts with kissing. Pulling her into my arms has become a foundational element of everything that follows; a lodestone, or just the sturdy trunk from which a thousand different possibilities branch off in every direction.

I already know what I want to do with her tonight. In fact, I’ve been thinking about it for a few days now. Squeezing my legs together a little harder whenever it pops unbidden into my head. First though, I need to feel her lips against mine, followed by the soft, warm skin on the back of her neck, under her sweat-damp hairline.

She’s on her front, head tilted to one side. She’s there because that’s where I want her. That’s how I want her. Even if she doesn’t know it yet. I kiss her mouth, her cheek, her neck. I run the flat of my palm down her back, pressing her gently into the mattress. Her body feels relaxed. Patient. It’s nice to have time for this again – to fuck without half an eye on the clock.

She parts her legs, just a little, when I move my fingers between them. I ignore the invitation and grab a handful of buttock, digging my nails into her skin. Not yet, not yet. She laughs and reaches down, searching for my cock. Ok, maybe now.

Physical arousal is sometimes a slow burn. I can feel it humming in the air between us, but I am not yet hard, and when I do slide my fingers down over her cunt, it is not wet. After nearly five years though, you learn to pick up on other signals. Like the noise she makes any time my fingertips move close enough to her clit, or the way she scrabbles at the sheet and braces her body against it.

I reach for the lube and she lifts a hand so I can squirt a generous dollop into it. I coat my own middle finger too, then return it to her cunt as she starts squeezing and stroking my cock. Still she is flat on her stomach, her head tilted to one side so we can continue to kiss while we touch each other.

To begin with, I focus mainly on her labia. I know that if I go straight for her clit, things will move much too quickly. On the other hand, I don’t want to fill and stretch her with my fingers tonight. I have other ways of doing that. So I just caress her vulva, as gently as I can – or can bear to. It’s slick now, and not just from the lube. She’s so wet that I can hear it, which never fails to be the absolute hottest thing imaginable.

Of course there are severe constraints placed upon my patience by her hand on my cock. It’s impossible to ignore, not least because she’s apparently making zero effort to take things slowly. Her grip is slick and tight, and each deliberate stroke traverses the full length from base to tip. I can feel my skin rippling under her fingers as they move along the shaft towards the head, which ought to be impossible given how taut everything is.

I’m also aware that I’m on the verge of losing a degree of control over the situation. I don’t always object to her taking over – it’s far enough outside our usual dynamic to be interesting in its own right, even before you factor in how good she is at it – but it’s not what I want on this occasion. Luckily I know how to turn the tables. Keeping my touch light, I inch closer and closer to her clit. Direct stimulation at this point will render her almost completely helpless, in a way that I find simultaneously hilarious, endearing, arousing, and – at times like this – very useful.

With great difficulty, I limit myself to intermittent contact. I roll the pad of my middle finger over it, back and forth, then move away again. I curve along each side, up and down, up and down, while her hand flexes around my cock. She moans into my mouth as we kiss. Ok. Yeah. It might not be much, but it’s enough.

“Roll over,” I say, pulling my lips away from hers. “Onto your front.”

Releasing my cock, she manoeuvres herself around and starts to rise onto all fours.

“No.” My hand on the small of her back. Not pushing, just applying sufficient weight to ease her down till her stomach is flat to the mattress. “Like this. Now. Ass in the air please.”

She lifts her bottom towards my waiting hands. I fan them out across it, pulling her cheeks apart. At the same time, I straddle her thighs and use my own legs to jam hers closer together. My cock slides between her buttocks and I look down, enjoying not just the view but her obvious reluctance to wait even a second longer to feel it inside her – I don’t even need to see her face to know exactly what she wants and how she wants it.

So I give it to her. Just for a minute. Just to make things even more frustrating and delicious when I take it away again. I hold her very still with one hand, and use the other to smear saliva over the head of my cock. Hold it against the entrance to her cunt and feel her open up just enough to pull it inside.

This is a position designed for depth. Depth and intensity, all achieved with minimal movement. I don’t need to worry about matching my rhythm to hers, because she can’t move – not with my weight pressing down on her thighs and ass, pinning her to the bed. For my part, I need do little more than tense and relax the muscles in my own ass to send my cock thrusting all the way inside her. If I want to fuck her cunt more forcefully, I can move my hands back to her waist and use it as a pivot point, taking all my weight on my arms and sawing back and forth till each stroke brings with it a loud and immensely satisfying squelch.

And yes: that is precisely what I do.

For a few seconds, it’s like I physically couldn’t be fucking her any harder. She’s locked into place, and her cunt is the focal point for every drop of energy flowing through my body. It feels absolutely incredible – she feels absolutely incredible, from the warmth and softness of her skin to the way she’s getting wetter and wetter around my cock – and part of me really doesn’t want to stop.

So instead of pulling out completely, I slow down. Pull back. Stop moving completely. When just a couple of inches are left inside her, the protest noises start in earnest.

“Hey! Come on! Don’t be mean. Please…”

The bottle of lube is still on the mattress next to her. I pick it up and pump a generous dollop into my hand. This is one of those moments when five years’ worth of accumulated trust comes in handy.

“Oh don’t worry. I’m going to fuck you. And when I’m done with your cunt, I’m going to push the head of my cock into your ass and fill you with cum. Ok?”

From the noise she makes into the pillow when she lowers her head, I assume that it is, in fact, ok.

Relaxing my thighs, I let gravity take its course and watch my cock disappear inside her again. On the shelf above our bed there’s a small collection of sex toys, from which I select the Zumio. Laser-focused. Powerful. Very effective. Perfect for what’s about to happen. I hand it to her and wait as she lifts her torso just far enough to slip it under and position the oscillating tip against her clit.

Vibrator in place, she pushes back onto my cock and I grind into her. As I’m doing so, I smear lube over my right thumb and start working it into her asshole. Her noises are different now. Less controlled. I imagine mine are too – I may be in charge of her body right now, but that doesn’t mean I have the same level of control over my own. And she feels fucking good.

With my whole thumb in her ass, I pick up the pace again. I can tell she’s close – it never takes long for the Zumio to make her come, which is why it has a permanent home within lazy reach of her pillow – so I start thrusting as deep and as hard as I can, my legs pinning hers tight together so it feels like there’s the most glorious resistance on each stroke.

When she comes, I have to grab onto her hips to stop her falling away from my cock. Her body doesn’t go limp exactly; it’s more that it becomes even more pliable, and I fuck her through one long orgasm till she turns her head to grin at me, hair plastered to her face with sweat.

I know I’m close, and I know she knows it too, because she turns away and plants her hands on the mattress again.

“Are you ready for this?” I say, my voice almost a whisper even though there’s no-one else within earshot. She nods, so I add more lube to my cock then line up the tip between her cheeks, while my other hand finds the opening and spreads it wide. She tenses when the head fills her, and makes a noise that stops me from going any further. When I start to pull back though, she says “no, it’s ok, I’m ok”, and I relax a bit.

So does she, because without any effort or energy on my part, her ass starts to pull more and more of my cock inside. By the time I feel comfortable thrusting, about half of it is filling her, and the noises she’s making are far less uncertain.

“That feels so fucking good,” I manage to say between gasps. The word I’m really looking for though is ‘exhilarating’. That’s partly because we don’t do this very often – anal is an occasional diversion rather than a regular route – but I think I mainly just know that I don’t have to hold back at all. She’s really into it, the sensations are brilliant, and with every small jerk of my hips I know I’m getting closer and closer to an orgasm we’re both going to enjoy.

When it happens – when I feel that familiar surge and swell – I pull back enough that it is just the head inside her again. I find myself closing my eyes and opening them again to look down; to watch my cock twitching in her ass, and the jizz already starting to squeeze out around it.

As ever, the first sound out of her mouth afterwards is laughter. This time though, we’re both laughing. Happy, flushed, and slightly overwhelmed by it all, we stare at each other and bask in the giddy joy of what we’ve just done.

Sometimes all it takes is one kiss…