Dirty Talks

Michael was never the one to be rough in bed. It was always slow and so passionate and full of love. I’m not complaining because it’s an amazing experience and I wouldn’t trade it for the world. But sometimes, I just want to be rough. I want to talk dirty to him or role play or something different than what we’re doing. I want to spice it up, but I wouldn’t ever tell him that. I’m afraid he would take it the wrong way.
My best friend, Amy, and I are on my couch waiting for Michael to come home from the studio. We haven’t talked in a while and we figured it was time to catch up.
“So how are things going with you and Michael?” She wagged her eyebrows up and down.
I laughed, “We’re good.”
“Just good? Come on I want details.”
“Well,” I sat up on the couch more, “I’ve been thinking about our sex life a lot.” I started.
“Go on.” She encouraged.
“And we don’t do much. We just do the basics, nothing extravagant. I don’t know I just want to-”
“Go HAAM.”
I laughed and nodded, “Basically. But I don’t know if he wants to.”
“So, basically, Michael is too vanilla in bed?” She concludes.
I nod in agreement, “Yeah, pretty much.”
“That sucks, Sofia.”
I take a sip of my wine just as I heard the front door close. I look up and see Michael smiling at me from the archway into the living room, “Hey, love. Hey Amy.”
“Hi Mikey.” I smile at him.
Amy gulped down the rest of her wine and stood up, “It’s getting late, I should get going.”
We say our goodbyes and I shut the front door behind her as she leave. Once I turn around to formally greet Michael, he slams me against the wall. I’m taken back a bit and I swallow hard, trying to focus on what’s happening.
“I’m too vanilla?” He asked, his voice dropping a few octaves.
I swallowed hard, “Uh…” My voice shook.
“You really believe that?” He shook his head in disbelief, “I need to prove you wrong.”
“What?” I tilted my head in confusion.
He didn’t answer me, he just crashed his lips against mine. I kissed him back right away and let my hands travel to the back of his neck, but not before tracing his jawline with my fingertips. Before I could reach his neck, he grabbed my wrists and pinned my arms above my head. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion; Michael has never acted like this before. He detected his lips from mine and traveled them done my jaw to my neck.
“Michael, what are-”
“Don’t talk.” He demanded, his lips leaving marks all over my skin. He gripped my bottom of my shirt and lifted it off my body. He trailed kisses down my collarbone and to the valley between my breasts and down my torso. My breathing became rapid as his lips got closer and closer to my aching core. I could already feel the wetness between my legs. He kissed the skin above my waist and I squeezed my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure, but he pushed them apart. I whimpered in response which caused him go smile against my skin. He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them down my legs along with my panties. He started kissing my thighs and I leaned against the wall, grabbing the side table to make sure I don’t fall. He purposely kissed all around my clit to tease me and I groaned in frustration. He chuckled and then attached his lips to my sensitive bud. I cried out in pleasure and in relief as his tongue lapped around my sex. God this feels so good, his tongue against me. I bucked my hips forward and he pushed me back against the wall. He rarely goes down on me, but when he does, he never fails to blow my mind. His hand reached around me and grabbed my ass and he gripped it tight, leaving a mark for sure. He locked up and down my slit and sucked harshly on my clit. I moaned Michael’s name and gripped my fingers in the back of his hair.
He hummed against me which caused me to buck my hips forward again. He slammed me against the wall and began vigorously eat me out. I cried out and almost fell to the ground, but he held me up with his arms. I moaned louder and louder until I hit my high, releasing myself on his face. I collapsed on top of him, but he held me up and licked me clean. He lifted me off the ground and brought me into our bedroom which was upstairs and he kicked the door shut. He laid me down on the bed, “Stay here. Be naked when I come back.” He demanded.
“Wait, where are you going?”
“No talking.” He said and left the room.
I reached behind me and unclipped my bra and threw it on the ground. I patiently waited for Michael to come back which wasn’t very long.
He came back into the room holding something behind his back. He put it on the floor so I couldn’t see and he climbed onto the bed. He was now stripped down to his boxers. He hovered over me and then flipped us around so I was on top of him.
“Ride my thigh.” He demanded.
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, “What?”
“No talking and do as I say.” He gripped my waist.
He was lying flat on his back and his legs were straight, my heat hovering above his upper thigh. I sat down on him and he hissed at the feeling of me on top of him. I started to move my hips slightly which caused a moan to escape from my lips. He started to move my hips at the pace he wanted and I let him because my God does this feel good. I fire ignited between my legs and the bubbling sensation started to form again. I don’t know if I can handle another orgasm so soon after my first. But he was in charge tonight apparently so I’m just going to go with the flow. I threw my head back and moaned loudly, rubbing myself harder against him. My second orgasm washed over me quicker than I expect and I cried out Michael’s name with each hip thrust onto his skin, riding out my orgasm. He quickly flipped us over and hopped off the bed quickly and grabbed something I couldn’t see.
“Close your eyes.” He demanded.
I sighed and closed my eyes. I heard shuffling around the room until I felt the bed dip and something soft cover my eyes. I shook my head, “No, please, I want to see you.”
“What did I say about talking, Sofia?”
I closed my mouth and he continued to tie the blindfold onto my face. Then he held onto my wrists and put them above my head and I felt something cool and hard touch them: handcuffs. Before I could protest, he already had me chained up to the bed. I tugged onto my wrists and groaned, but there’s nothing I can do. He’s being in charge tonight. He kissed me quickly before pushing my legs apart and thrusting into me. I moaned at the feeling of him filling me up and I tiled my head back in pleasure. He slowly moved out of me before slamming back into me. He repeated this action over and over again. His tip brushed against my g-spot each time and I moved my head to the side. He suddenly pulled out of me and threw one of my legs over his shoulder. He slammed back into me and I arched my back off the bed. He didn’t just brush against my g-spot, he full on hit it. Over and over and over again and I started screaming his name. I gripped onto the sheets of the bed crying out his name over and over again.
“Am I too vanilla now,Sofia ?” He groaned in a low voice.
“No, ah, no Mikey. Fuck.” I moaned.
“I. Love. You. So. Damn. Much.” He yelled out with each thrust.
All too soon, my walls clenched around him and I came hard. I cried out multiple times and I’m pretty sure my knuckles are white from gripping onto the sheets so hard.
“Fuck, Sofia, fuck.” He moaned until he stilled. His legs shook and I felt him twitch inside me, spilling himself into me. He slowly rocked in and out of me until he pulled out and laid down next to me. He laid there together trying to catch our breath because that took a lot out of me. Then he shifted and I felt the handcuffs come off me and he slowly took the blindfold off my face. I blinked a few times before I regained my full vision and I saw him looking at me questioningly.
“What?” I asked.
“Did I hurt you? Was that too much?”
I laughed and leaned over and kissed him, “That was amazing, Mikey.”
“God, I love you.”
“I love you, too.”

Notes

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