Part 57: Explicit

Part 57: Explicit

He rolled off of me holding his head, I stood above my husband in my birthday suit, admiring his. Looking up at me with a smirk he grabs my legs flipping me backwards hitting the floor once again. This time there was no straddle, he climbed up me holding down my legs, then my hips, taking massive slaps to the face then he holds my arms down. Biting my neck and grunting, but I was in a position I couldn’t get out of. Eric, as I said before is a well built, tall, and heavy man. There's no why I could get from under him. Putting his knee between mine to force open my legs. What he didn’t know, is that I was not done yet. I found out something about myself tonight that I didn’t know, I enjoy and stimulated by rough, very rough foreplay. When he lifted up his face, I smiled at him, coming in for a kiss I bite his lip which causes him to unleash my hands. Still on top of me I spread my legs for him, but rolled him onto his back. Rubbing upward on his chest, slapping him in the face, and scratching him when I bring my hands back down. I felt that this type of play he enjoys as well. Then there was a knock at the door, “ma'am, are you okay in there.” Eric pushed me off of him so he could get up and answer Dave. I run into him like a football player, slamming him against the door. “Yes Dave, we’re fine,” I said out kf breath. Eric is facing the door, so I took that opportunity to slap his round but tight buttocks. Kissing down the spine of his back, scratching his legs, and taking little nibbles here and there. When I got to the top of his butt he jumped, "say no more" I said.

Somehow the position changed to me being pinned against the wall, my legs over his shoulders, and him pulling my hair giving it to me the way I demanded. Screaming for more he pulls my hair harder, holding me tighter, and forcing himself in me with vigorous thrusts. My eyes rolled to the back of my head and once again tonight I was stuck, but this time was way better than the last. He let's me down and tells me that he's going to dig into me all night. Walking backwards towards the bed looking even bigger than when we started.

Still sitting up, but slightly leaned back on the bed, standing to full attention he tells me that he wants to make love to me. I guess pay time was over. Climbing on top of him, I slide down like a hand to a glove. Stroking him gently, leaning back, giving him a full visual of how my body fits his oh so well. Matching his stroke, grinding to his rhythm, as we make joyous  harmony.