TL carefully laid a towel over the end of the chaise portion of his couch. He had shared with me earlier in the day his desire to fuck me in this exact location, and he was about to make that happen.
As I got into the position he instructed, he once again grabbed the camera. “You look just like you did in your picture the other day” was his observation as he began taking photo after photo. His free hand was on my ass, then in my hair as I saw the camera continue to flash.
His hands left my body, and I heard him unwrapping the condom. I was so ready to be fucked. Our earlier romp still had my body buzzing with arousal. The picture taking and his out loud thoughts about how he was going to fuck me had built up the anticipation to the point where I was more than ready for round two to begin.
I felt his hand in my hair pulling my head back as he drove his cock into me in one stroke. I gasped from the suddenness of his entry, but the gasp turned to moans as he started to find his pace driving me into the chaise with each stroke. The angle of this position was different compared to similar positions we had tried in the past. With each stroke, his cock rubbed my g-spot – and our voices started rising above the music playing in the background.
Finding myself building towards an orgasm, I began pushing back to meet each stroke as his cock drove into me. Our rhythm was becoming frenzied until…
“Where do you want me to cum?” he demanded.
“On my back,” I said between moans.
“Maybe I should make you need to wash your hair instead.”
I don’t know why, but that thought thrilled me more than I could have imagined.
Those little glimpses into his mind at the right moments sometimes creates more arousal than physical touch.
But, in the end, I did not have to wash my hair.