We’d Already Fucked

We'd already fucked that day.  It had been a long couple of days without any fucking at all, which was not our style.  There was no good reason we hadn't fucked, but that day our dry spell ended.

After a long walk that included getting ousted from the outdoor patio of a restaurant because we had Isis with us – something that pissed me off even more when I saw that the patio welcomed children to the tune of a communal toy on which a kid could roll around the patio, annoying the humans – we took turns showering.  We've developed a habit where he waits in the bedroom for me when I'm wrapped in my big, fluffy robe fresh out of the shower.  He takes the opportunity of the easy-to-open robe to give my pussy, and almost always my ass, too, a nice munching.

We didn't fuck, which I know disappointed him.  I know he's disappointed whenever we don't fuck.

Later, when it was time to change from our street clothes to our comfy clothes, I suggested we fuck.  He had a big smile on his face and said, "I was hoping you'd say that."  We fucked, and it was good.

He almost always goes to bed before me.  He's told me time and again that no matter how late I come to bed, that if I want sex, I'm to wake him up.  I know that.  If I wake him up for sex he will not be cranky, quite the opposite.

I had been watching some tv and reading some sexy stories.  I had read, again and again, the stories the Viking wrote about the very fucking we had had and they still turned me on.  At one point I realized that if reading about the fucking we had done in the past was turning me on, that I could actually have more of the same, thereby not only turning me on, but getting me off.

We'd already fucked that day.  But I hadn't come.  I wanted to come.

I went to the bedroom and took off my comfy pants.  He knows that if I don't have any pants on that he is welcome to have his way with me.  Sometimes he even takes my pants off and has his way with me anyway, but if my pants are already off he knows I want it.

I told him I wanted to come.  He licked my pussy.  He licked my ass.  The Viking knows how to lick me just right.  He also knows what makes me come, and just a tongue – even a very skilled one – wasn't going to do it.

He began putting fingers in me.  I could tell by the way he was finger fucking me that he wanted to fist fuck me.  I had thought I wanted to come a different way, but as I relaxed and he put more fingers into me and lubed up his hand, I wanted that whole hand.

The moment when he just pushes past the opening the first time is fucking glorious.  It's when people less experienced with fisting will back off, but those who are experienced know to push on.

By that time I had the Magic Wand on my clit.  His hand was in my cunt.  By then I was not feeling delicate in the least.  I felt strong.  He knew it.  He knew he could be rough with my cunt.

After a little bit he pulled his hand all the way out and pushed it all the way back in.  Again.  And again.  All the way out.  All the way back in.  Punch fucking my cunt.  Absolutely no hyperbole there.

His whole hand was pounding my cunt and I still wanted more.  I wanted his cock in there too.  No, I wanted his cock in his hand in my cunt; I wanted him to jack his cock off inside my cunt.  He's done it before.  It's fucking dirty and fucking wrong and when I'm in the mood for it it's fucking right.

When I'm like that I have no clue how the Viking is able to accommodate my demands.  "Put your cock in my ass while your fist in in my cunt."  "Jack off inside my cunt." "Hold my legs back while you pound me."  He's a lot more flexible than I realize.

When I'm demanding like that I ask for things that a couple of minutes later I forget.  More than once I've told the Viking to pull out of my pussy and come on my tits or my face, and then by the time he does actually pull out of my pussy and come on my tits or my face, I'm pleasantly surprised.  I'm glad he remembers.

So when he wasn't able to get both his cock and fist into my cunt I definitely wasn't disappointed because by the time I had my loud orgasm that hopefully made the neighbors jealous of the great fucking sex we have, I had forgotten I had made the request..

We'd already fucked.  And we fucked some more.

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