Mick continued to keep every nerve ending on alert as he brushed two fingers on the inside of my thigh, over my swollen labia, and purposely avoided my very ruby clit. “I’ll get you back,” I continued to shout just before I felt the urge to squirt.
Some kind of Bruce Lee power allowed me to grip his head between my thighs, until his face turned beetroot. Like a woman possessed, I grinned before snarling, “I warned you not do that.” We meditated together and both knew of the incredible powers within the mind, and how the human body could gain such strength in necessary situations. Okay, I was a little cruel crushing his head between my thighs, but I wanted to drive his balls crazy with firm licks.
With great power, he managed to push my legs off him, and colour began to drain from his cheeks. “What the fuck is the matter with you psycho. I’ll not bother in the future,” he yelled, such hatred in his pea sized pupils.
“Lie down, and let me suck you off,” I flirted in a deep tone.
“You’re not sucking me off, you’re probably bite my dick off in the mood you’re in,” and turned his back to me, shuffling his sexy ass back under the covers and into his corner.
“Don’t be so rude,” I joked. My wayward hands ran down his spine, and I caught a wimper of pleasure rolling off his tongue.
“You gonna make me beg for the second time this week. You call me for having PMS, when it’s you who can’t take the joke.”
“Joke,” he yelled turning his body round to face me, propping his elbow up, his hand resting on his chin. “You tried to strangle me two minutes ago.”
“I wanted to distract your attention for a second.”
“Well you certainly succeeded, Shirley. My neck looks fried.”
Mick stared at me lovingly for a few seconds, before resting his head back on the plump pillow, and said, “Maybe I should move out. Things just don’t seem to be working out, and I’m always pissing you off left, right, and centre.”
What the hell had I done to make him turn on me like this? My one true love, the only guy I loved to suck for hours wihtout feeling dizzy, and now he was giving up on me, and our life together.
I didn’t know how to get close again. Surely, he thought I was a psycho after my “jokey” move. All this because I wanted to fight him off me, and give him an hour long suck to put the smile back on his face. Now, his face said it all. He wanted nothing sexual.
My smile turned to sadness, and the a ghostly white glow sank over me. I touched his shoulder, trying to get him to face me fully to explain, but he flung it away as if hitting a baseball.
The burning pain in my heart, the deep yearn for his touch on my clitoris pushed me back into my real life fantasy before my stupid prank. I rubbed my fingers over my thighs, my fat outer lips, and drifted a finger over my clitoris. I almost came from one flick, and my eyes closed, mouth opened, and I drifted into overdrive with thoughts of Mick continuing with his intense foreplay.
“Fuck me, Mick,” I yelled, hoping that my fervent moan would entice him over to my way of thinking. “Don’t you wanna join in. You’ve brought me so close,” I mumbled.”
I heard the covers muffle slightly, but still no words of encouragement. A second finger drifted over my clit, and I surrendered to the pleasures, riding me like a swirl of ecstasy driving out my stresses. The sudden urge to scream, “I’m sorry,” shot Mick out of his blunder as I came in sharp contractions. Just in the nick of time, his head drove between my thighs to lick my sticky nectar, and he fed it to me in an incredibly long erotic kiss that fired up his dick.
