As Open As I’ve Ever Been

He curls up behind me. The room is dark. The sheets are new and fresh from the laundry. The air is medium-cool and his bare body is warm against my back. His arm drapes over my waist and his hand interlocks with mine. He nuzzles into the back of my neck and inhales deeply. I squeeze his hand, smiling peacefully into the nothing of my room and sinking into a sleepy haze.

My week was long and stressful and this is the first time I've been able to truly relax and be mindful. I imagine my contentment glowing in my breath, rolling in and out of me like waves. He toys with my nipples, gently at first, flicking my nipple twisting softly. Warmth flickers and grows inside of me, shooting from my nipples to my neck to my cunt to every inch of skin that presses against him.

His hand slips to my hip and I open my leg toward him, draping it over his leg. His fingers circle my topography- the hills of the breasts, the soft round belly, the warm mound. His finger slips down to my clit. He swirls around me slowly, spreading my wetness to every fleshy fold of my cunt. I moan and nestle into his neck, feeling like I am his.

My desire grows and I know he is building my wetness- teasing me. I thrust my hungry hips up toward his hand, hoping to guide him into my cunt, but he refuses, spinning faster and faster circles into my clit until I cry out and clamp down. The moment I open again he slides into me. I moan loudly and arch my head back. He cups his hand beneath me, cradling me. His finger tornadoes inside of me, exploring my inner walls and pressing on my g-spot. He adds another finger and massages me and I cry out. I reach for him and he kisses me deeply, fucking me with his hand. I begin to come and the spasm overtake my body. I shoot up like the exorcist, back at a 45 degree angle and head arched back, smiling. He catches me midair with his free hand and lays me down gently on my pillow.

I am gone now- swirling far past climax and into some incredible stratosphere. I hear my voice, moaning and screaming. My hands clutch him with desperation and he adds another finger. I want more, more- impossibly more. I feel more open that I have ever felt, and I am plateaued across the top of my climax, thrashing and gasping and coming. I hear my voice repeat "fuck, fuck, fuck…"

His hand feels different, and a fleeting wisp of a thought in my head wonders how much of him is inside of me. But words and thoughts fall away and his hand undulates and thrusts inside of me. I am yelling, groaning in some low primal tone, sinking deep into myself and opening up to him. I don't know if I can take much more- I swear I am on the verge of passing out or shattering or having a heart attack.

I can't stop coming, and I don't want to. There's not even space between them now- no coming or not coming, but this fucking crazy higher than high. My whole world becomes my cunt, and it is loud and electrifying. My body flails- arms pushing and grabbing at him, legs clawing for leverage, cunt so open and full. I am near tears, legs clamping around his arm and opening and clamping again.

He slows to a stop and gently slides his fingers out of me. He is exhausted, laying across my belly. I hold him tightly to me, and he softly traces my opening with one gentle finger. My body still spasming, I buck a few times beneath him.

"Are you ok? What do you need me to dou" he asks, concerned. I gasp out "I'm just coming" and he chuckles, relieved and exhausted.

I am so in love with him. So touched by his hands, his determination and concern. He lies back and I wrap my arms around him, holding him with an open heart. I am filled with happiness and gratitude and love. My cunt is pulsing. I'll kiss him soon, but for now I need to just hold him, as much as I can. 

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