As I said, after I came the first time, I thought I was done.  It was one of those full-body experiences - one of those fantastic orgasms that just finishes you for the night.  I was wrong.

And I’ll tell you what made the difference, and honestly, one of the things that made me fall for this man from the very beginning, and I mean the very first moments before he’d even touched me… it’s the way he talks to me.  It’s something I’d always dreamed of having and never thought I’d find. 

And it’s not just his voice, which I talked about the other day.  It’s more than that.  Sometimes filthy, sometimes sweet and protective, but it’s always had something about it that’s just… I don’t know.  Manly?  It makes me tongue-tied just trying to describe it.  It’s just got this way of making me feel like when we’re in bed, even those times when I think I’m taking what I want, he’s in control and knows what’s best for me. 

Sometimes that may mean telling me that I’m just his little fuckhole, or commanding me to get on my knees.  Some of those, in fact, helped me through months of our separation.  There were moments I’d replay over and over, and they always had to do with remembering his words… “That’s my girl, fucking choke on it” was a masturbatory favorite. 

Other times though—like last night—it means he’s holding me tight and urging me on, whispering in my ear “Come on baby… make it big.  Come big for me.”  Unnnff, it’s made me wet all day just remembering it.

onlyforhispleasure:

There are all kinds of dirty names; I’ve been called by most of them and even begged for it at times. But there are some times when the most beautiful thing that can roll off your tongue and spill from your lips is MY name. It reminds me that you want all of me.