Get well soon

We kiss and his hand threads into my head and cradles my head and he pulls me into him like a baby. I'm his baby and he wants to sooth my needs.

He rolls me onto my back and pushes his weight against me. I am pinned and unmoving. The kiss continues, his lips reach for my neck and my breasts. I quietly beg for him to bite my nipples. He'll bite me but not as hard as he knows that I want.

I push my groin up into him, whimpering, insisting. I need it badly. It's not enough to not need it badly all the time right now, when he doesn't have much desire to give me what I need.

I run my hand between our bodies and hold onto his cock, thick with blood and intention. I rub it against my hard and liquid smeared clit, and gratify myself. Whimpers escalate to moans. He pulls away from me, won't let me keep control. He pushes into my cunt and my eye slam shat like trapped door. The battle is over.

Mm the pleasure and the memory and the sticky slapping wetness and we fuck and it's good and I beg to turn over and be fucked some more.

He obliges me and I could come in a second. He won't let me though. Of course not, Daddy.

"Not yet".

When I do get to come its delicious and I heat up, and cool down, and we carry on fucking and it's blissful. I start to loose my head.

He manipulates my body, digging his nails into my arse, pushing my back down, making it feel good for him. We carry on until he decides it's over and he's had enough. It's not enough for me right now. I need to fuck more. I need to scratch harder.

I itch and I tear at myself in my head, and I miss the pain and humiliation more than I miss the sex. I need more than he has the desire to give right now.

Who knows... When he gets well, I may well get what I'm after.