She switched us. Now she’s going to show me how to treat this body right.
I’m the kind of guy who believes in facts and reality, things that he can put his hands on and understand. When my girlfriend claimed to have magic powers I smiled and went along with it, but I didn’t believe a word.
Not until she showed me how real it is. Not until she switched the two of us. Not until I was staring at my body through her eyes.
Now I’m wondering about the rest of it, the remainder of the deal we made. She was going to teach me how to make her squeal in the best way possible: with hands-on experience.
But I’m a man and I’m not supposed to be interested in this. I’m not supposed to respond with heat bubbling in my belly. I’m not supposed to crave the touch of something hard and long and eager for me.
I do, though. I want it. I want it all. I want to feel everything she has to show me.
And god I don’t know if I ever want to switch back.
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He is kissing me. Oh god, he’s kissing me while his hands and his weight pin me down and I’ve never felt so helpless or so in absolute lust in my entire life. I let him drag my hands and pin them above my head and I let his lips press against mine, parting when he parts his to let his greedy tongue press its way past my lips.
I moan, suckling on it for as long as I can before he pulls back and begins his journey south.
His lips press into my neck. Three quick kisses that settle onto my skin like a brand and set the need, the furnace deep in my belly, working into overtime. Held by his hands I squirm, eager for him to continue downward.
And he releases those hands of mine next but he doesn’t have to tell me that I shouldn’t move. I lay there waiting as his hands find my breasts and cup them, bringing them up to his attention and presenting my nipples to those lips of his as he closes over them one at a time and uses that forceful tongue to tease out a little more pleasure from me.
I can’t help it. I’m gasping now. Writhing back and forth as I struggle to maintain the hold on myself. My body is shaking but I’m doing my best to hold still as I clench my thighs together to press a spark of pleasure rush out from me and soar through my body.
I moan, and he doesn’t stop.
Leaving the skin of my breasts wet from his kisses he moves down my abdomen. Kissing onto my tummy and tracing a line so much like an S down but if there is a pattern I don’t know it. All I know is he is meandering and taking his goddamn time and we both know the destination so if he could just slip those hands that are traveling down my sides to my thighs faster and part them quicker I could have him. I could have him on my sex.
But the wait is the point. The wait is a part of the pleasure. The wait is essential to this.
So I wait, patient though mewling as he moves me into position and moves himself into it. As the man on my body parts my thighs and holds them tight, digging in his fingers a little so that he can hold me open and press his lips into me.
I feel him touch me for the first time and a caress is all I need. That initial blush is all I need to push me over the edge and make me fucking explode.