“SENSUAL SATISFACTION 4”

I no longer hope for Marius to immediately change our position. In truth, I am the one on top. I am the one sitting on his lap. I should be in control of the situation. But that's not what happened. Because eventually, it felt like he placed me there just to continue punishing me.

I maintained my weight. I am not heavy, and for Marius, I know I am as light as a leaf. But despite that, I still see the muscles and veins in his arms tensing with every moment he chooses to move me.

It wasn’t difficult for Marius to manipulate the situation. He still had a hold on my hips as he continued to seat me on his lap. And I, like a fish out of water, couldn’t utter a word. I was gasping for breath. And most of all, I felt like a chick waiting for its mother bird to feed me. My mouth remained agape. And there, escaping endlessly, were the moans, all orchestrated by Marius.

“Sweetheart, it feels so warm inside you,” Marius whispered to me before he kissed my left breast and took the tip into his mouth.

With that action from my boyfriend, the pleasure I felt in those moments seemed to double or even triple. In fact, it felt like desire was coursing through my entire body. That’s why despite everything, my longing to be thoroughly pleased by Marius never seemed to end.

“I want you to make the most of me,” I whispered.

I said that while looking straight into Marius’s eyes.

Right.

Even though it wasn’t easy for me to open my eyes. Because, as I often say, in situations like this, there’s only one thing I want to do. That is to close my eyes and savor the intoxicating and almost inhuman pleasure that Marius seems reluctant to stop. It’s like an endless reward in a positive and sensual way. And I love it.

Marius took turns kissing my breasts. At that moment, he demonstrated just how intense his longing for me was through those gentle kisses he showered upon them.

I couldn’t help but let out a moan. Marius was so passionate and eager, and I could feel his desire.

Earlier, when he asked me how many rounds I could handle, I understood the implication. The journey ahead wouldn’t be easy because of the depth of his longing for me.

I felt the same way about him. I was incredibly eager for Marius, and I wouldn’t tire of expressing that feeling repeatedly.

But of course, I won’t admit that to him. I’ll admit it to myself but not to him. Let him guess for now. That way, I can protect myself at least to some extent.

“Oh god, you are so fucking aggressive!” I exclaimed forcefully after Marius once again took me into his lap.

I could feel the repeated thrusts of Marius’s manhood deep inside me. That was his weapon to refocus my attention on him and what we were doing.

“Move, Sam,” he commanded, gripping my waist. “God, pregnancy and giving birth to our child becomes you, sweetheart,” Marius added, stroking my waist and then the tip of my right breast, eventually teasing it with his fingers.

I moaned. What he did felt so good that in an instant, without any warning, a sudden rush of intense sensation surged through me. Because of that, I couldn’t hold back from cursing softly.

“Damn! Mmmmnnn…” I followed it with a soft whimper.

It’s incredibly difficult to suppress our true feelings. In our current situation, it’s as if even our desires find a way to fulfill the cravings of our bodies. After a year of separation and intense longing, we finally had the chance again to express to each other our needs.

“Keep going, you’re doing great!” Marius encouraged me, giving me assurance that I was doing the right thing as he let out a restrained groan.

While earlier he was in control of the situation, not anymore. I’m not sure why. But I have a feeling that Marius did this because he also knew this was what we both wanted. Well, that’s just how he is, even before. Sometimes he wants to be in control. Perhaps that’s just how he is as a man. He loves being dominant. But in the end, he will also give me the chance to prove myself. And not only that. He will also give me the freedom to do or follow what my body, desire, and femininity dictate. In other words, he will truly let me follow what makes me happy.

At that moment, I did what I wanted. Marius’s hand remained on my waist while the other was on my left breast, freely exploring.

I was tired yet still catching my breath. I wanted to continue experiencing the pleasure I was feeling, so I didn’t stop. I kept moving, but this time, I slowed down. I had two goals in mind when I did that.

Firstly, I wanted to gather some strength while I held the reins. And secondly, I wanted to entice Marius even more. I can say that I succeeded in both endeavors.

“Mmmmnnnnn… Shiiiittttt…” I moaned again, gripping the man’s shoulder.

Marius’s hand tightened on my waist, but it remained supportive. There was no movement, indicating that he was waiting for me to finish whatever I wanted to do.

“You are so sexy, Sam! So sensual and so alluring…”

In that fleeting moment, I followed my instincts, letting my desires guide my actions. Marius’s hand, firm yet tender, lingered on my waist, anchoring me in the whirlwind of sensations. His other hand ventured to my left breast, exploring with a reverent touch that sent shivers down my spine.

Despite the fatigue creeping into my limbs, I pressed on, fueled by the intoxicating pleasure enveloping me. I wanted to prolong this euphoria, so I adjusted my pace, slowing down to savor every sensation, every touch that Marius bestowed upon me.

My dual intentions fueled my movements. Firstly, I sought to conserve some energy, ensuring I retained control of the moment. Secondly, I aimed to heighten Marius’s desire, to draw him deeper into the spell we were weaving together. With each deliberate movement, each subtle shift, I felt myself drawing closer to achieving those goals.

“Mmmmnnnnn… Shiiiittttt…” I moaned softly, my grip tightening on the sinewy muscles of Marius’s shoulder, a testament to the overwhelming pleasure coursing through me.

Marius responded with a tightening grip on my waist, a silent affirmation of his support and patience. His body remained still, a canvas upon which my desires and whims played out, a testament to his willingness to let me lead, to let me find my own rhythm in this dance of pleasure and intimacy.

I chose to ignore the distractions around us, instead focusing solely on the exquisite dance of our bodies. My movements were deliberate, each sway and shift calculated to elicit the deepest pleasure from Marius and myself. It was as though I were a skilled conductor, orchestrating a symphony of passion and desire.

Marius’s hands, one resting on my waist and the other teasingly tracing patterns on my skin, added to the symphony of sensations. His touch was like a gentle breeze, caressing and igniting every nerve ending in my body. Each stroke, each caress, sent shivers down my spine, a silent plea for more, for a deeper connection.

His whispered words, “Oh, sweetheart, you are so tender,” were like a sweet melody in the air, heightening the intensity of our shared experience. It was a whispered affirmation of our deep connection, of the unspoken language that passed between us in the heat of the moment.

And then, unexpectedly, Marius shifted the tempo. With a swift movement, he redirected my focus, creating a sudden surge of anticipation and excitement. The suddenness of his action caught me off guard, causing me to gasp in surprise, “Fuck!” My eyes locked with his, and at that moment, a silent understanding passed between us, fueling the flames of our passion even further.

In an instant, all the strength I had been mustering seemed to dissipate like a gust of wind extinguishing a flickering flame. Marius’s bold move caught me off guard, leaving me gasping for breath and trembling with a mixture of excitement and vulnerability. It felt as though every ounce of energy I had carefully conserved had been swiftly vacuumed away by his daring touch.

“Did you enjoy that?” Marius inquired, his voice laced with a hint of amusement and satisfaction.

His question hung in the air, almost rhetorical, as he wasted no time in repeating his actions. The second encounter evoked a more intense reaction from me, a potent blend of surprise, pleasure, and a touch of surrender. What struck me most was the suddenness and precision of Marius’s movements—the way he effortlessly pulled me closer by my waist and made contact with the most sensitive part of my femininity, sending electrifying sensations coursing through my body.

I found myself weakening, my grip on reality slipping as I clung to him like a fragile flower caught in an unexpected storm. The sensation was overwhelming, a whirlwind of desire and pleasure that left me yearning for more.

“Yes, do that again,” I murmured, my eyes fluttering closed as I allowed myself to be swept away by the intoxicating ecstasy he effortlessly wielded.