We had only just gone to bed at 4:30 A.M. At least, it seemed that way. It was 9:30 AM and Bear and I woke up to the morning not the least bright eyed and bushy tailed. In fact, if we had to be compared to an animal, I would call us honey badgers (they're the meanest animal in the world, if you didn't know! I'm a walking National Geographic!). If anyone else would have been in that room, we may have physically killed and eaten them. Together, we're would have been the equivalent of ten death row inmates encountering a helpless 80 year old woman in a dark alley. She wouldn't have stood a chance (not that I condone beating and robbing old women - I hope to someday be one!).

We somehow pulled it together, wiped the sleepies out of our eyes and lounged around for an hour or so. We talked about everything - the fun we had both had the night before (separate nights out with friends that combined at a piano bar and ended at Denny's - the epitome of drunk food), our impending marriage (probably April 7th, people, mark your calendars!), what we were doing with the rest of our day... and I resisted kissing him because my breath felt like it smelled somewhat like a skunk had crawled into my throat and died (impossible, of course, and it probably was nowhere NEAR that bad but I'm EXTREMELY paranoid about that sort of thing and obsessively brush my teeth multiple times per day).

We were lying naked next to each other on our backs when he asked me to turn towards him. There was a sweetness both to his voice and his eyes that couldn't let me neglect or turn him down. He was looking at me with such innocence and love that I rolled over, threw both of my arms around his neck and pressed my lips against his. We melted into each other, tongues wrestling as his arms slipped around my waist.

Now, something you need to know about me is that I usually hate foreplay. It might be a quirk left over from my younger days when time to be alone was in short supply and I just wanted to get the deed done (with whoever that was at the time). But after kissing for a minute or so, I got impatient. His cock was pressing against my leg, my body under his with my legs wrapped around his hips, and I wiggled and tried to maneuver it inside me. I writhed around, making little tiny circles, trying to get leverage on the bed to impale myself onto him.

One thing you should know about Bear, since we're sharing, is that he both enjoys and hates it when I get "slutty" like that. This morning, he was unimpressed. My hands were swiftly raised over my head and held down while he made little jabs with his cock, aimed mainly at driving me insane (and, probably, teaching me a lesson). Where he gets this patience, I will never understand. I know I don't have even a smidgen of what he has. Anyhow, I was moaning and whimpering and biting my lip so hard that I'm surprised they're not swollen and bleeding.

He probably spent a good ten to twenty minutes teasing me - biting my nipples, licking and nibbling the insides of my thighs, flicking my clit with his tongue - and he'd stop if I'd thrust or move. Soon I learned that if I laid there and let him hurt me, let him tease me, let him drive me crazy... well, pleasure was a great motivational factor. I laid on the bed, my body screaming impulses into my brain that my mind worked hard to resist, and let him have his way. Once he decided to fuck me I was so subbed out that I would have done anything he asked me to.

And god, you guys, his cock... words can't describe. I never thought I would be a size queen but, three years and change later, I totally am. (Just like I always thought I didn't enjoy jewelry until I put this AWESOME band on my finger at Kay Jewelers today - picture at the end of this post for the gratuitous effect! Still trying to talk Bear into that one - it's an XBox 360 or that baby...) God, I'm such a fucking woman - stopping to talk about diamonds in the middle of sex talk!

Anyway! He wasn't sweet, he wasn't gentle, hair was pulled, marks were left, places on my body are STILL sore twelve hours later... and I fucking love him AND the sex we always seem to have. *shakes head* I still feel aroused thinking about it. There's just something about being on hands and knees in front of a strong man, tears running down your cheeks from the strength of the hand in your hair, your pussy throbbing from the abuse it's getting and wetness spreading down the inside of your thighs from the power of the orgasms overtaking you every few minutes... simply wonderful.

We had a great rest of the day after that, including an asparagus flan with fondue and truffles that was OUT of this world and a custom made strawberry white chocolate frappe at what is officially my favorite coffeeshop in town. A perfect end to a great weekend, if I do say so myself.

Now, enjoy the new love of my life... and someone help me with the Xbox/wedding band dilemma! I'm both a geek AND the girl; it's really unfair. The new Final Fantasy on Xbox IS out soon though... decisions decision!

This entry was posted by Mellie, on Sunday, March 12, 2006.