True Sex Stories: Wow. Confession #558

Wow, you come so fast.

Although I wasn't able to visually capture the expression on his face, I could hear the sense of awe in his voice. And indeed, it had been a mere 45 seconds since I had initially straddled his cock while he sat on the edge of the bed; his long, muscular legs hanging over the side. My legs were still wrapped around his waist as he muttered this stupefied sentiment into my ear. I sat still for a moment, panting at the intensity of my quickly arriving orgasm.

Of course he already knew this about me, that I get off quickly. We've been fucking a long time, Dominic and me. It seems we can't completely call it quits; in part, or perhaps in full, because the sex is so stunningly good between us.

And it was especially good that night.

Something about the way he enters me, full of promise and expectation and need, forces feelings far beyond what simple fucking cultivates. It isn't definable, it isn't even measurable, it just is. Yes, I come quickly and sometimes I play with that ability, staving off the climax until later in an effort to force a building, budding crescendo. But that night I couldn't, no… wouldn't control it. It overtook me and I allowed it.

After I'd caught my breath, he stood up with me still impaled upon him, turned around, and dropped me on my back onto the bed. He fucked me fast and hard until I came again. And again. With each orgasm I relaxed further into the moment, fell more deeply into that undeterminable desire, flowed freer into the rhythm of our undeniably frenzied fucking. And when I rolled over and perched myself on my knees and elbows and he entered me slowly from behind and began his sublimely measured pounding, my entire body responded to his impending climax. I ached, trembled, shivered; transcendental tingling under the very surface of my skin.

And he came then, as I knew he would. As I always do. Not based upon anything more than exactly that – the way that my body feels when he is close. Sure, I come fast. But being able to actually feel when he is going to come is what astounds me. That's what gets me.

That's what makes me go – Wow!

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