Just Off Center

The number of hours that I get to spend with Nina each week is dwindling. Tonight I have to write a 1,400 word paper that will be due Friday. Now that the weather has dropped below coronal center here in Phoenix I am reinstating my Wednesday night trail ride with my friend Mike. This usually is completed by dusk, but then there are the few beers and associated male bonding and a 45 minute ride home. Thursdays I have class from six to ten. I attend the University of Phoenix, but I just couldn't handle that online study. Thursday through Sunday Nina works for that psychotic artist for varying hours. This Saturday I have one more class from nine until one. And then next week it starts over again.

So armed with this foreknowledge I have been enjoying every moment I have with the little woman. I love the sound of the term "little woman". It just makes her seem so cute and adorable....and utterly mine, but in the good caring way, not the scary stalker way. Well maybe just a hint of the scary stalker. So last night we watched the first two disks of Sex In The City, Season Six. It took us until about 11:30 to finish them. They were good. I've always enjoyed the show, but these episodes were just better somehow.

After the shows, it was definitely time for bed. I didn't get nearly enough sleep the night before and I wasn't trying to be a zombie this morning. I am a zombie this morning. I laid in bed trying to get comfortable and tucked in for the night. Nina had given me a quickie during a commercial break Sunday, and we had some brief, yet all out sex when we went to bed that night. So I wasn't expecting anything. Then she comes over to cuddle with me and starts kissing my neck and biting my earlobes. I'm a sucker for some earlobe nibblin'. I started rubbing her back, still thinking that we were just cuddling, maybe progressing to a little pre-sleep making out.

But even then she started increasing her rate of breath and began to rub my body with the palms of her hands while her fingers brushed lightly on the tail of each slow swipe. I decided that if this was a makeout session and if the door to petting had been opened, I was going to get a handful of those beautiful breasts of hers. The problem with accomplishing this is access. She was facing me with her chest slightly pressed against my left side. The motion of my right hand from her back to her tits was not going to be a fluid, natural one. She would know that I was going for her chest. Therefore, she would know that I was getting more committed to the idea of trying to fuck her. And if that isn't what she wanted she would likely stop being so nuzzly with me so as not to provoke or tease me. Even if we weren't going to have sex, I didn't want her to stop.

All the same, I was willing to make an effort. Second base is worth the risk. I slowly slid my fingertips down her back and around her waistline. With my fingers still pointed upward I slid my hand higher until I reached the base of her left breast. The remainder of her tit was pressed against my left bicep. There would be no mistaking my intentions here. If I was going to achieve cuppage and potential nipple rolling between the thumb and index finger I was going to have to make an aggressive move. But if she showed she was accepting of that move by backing off slightly to allow me more room to feel I knew that I was going to be allowed inside of her as well. It was a moment of truth.

And the truth was that Nina, despite her headache, back pain, and day-long nausea was not just willing to submit, but aggressively seeking some Michael dick. Within a minute of my reaching second base she had her mouth by my ear and whispered "I know you want to fuck me" She's such a sport. She's been trying so hard to let loose some dirty talk in bed to turn me on. She knows how much I love hearing her say "fuck me" in her light, feminine voice. Works every time. She followed it with a "don't you" in a very seductive and aggresive way, almost to intimidate me about what I was about to have to handle. OK, now I'm 90% sure that she's up for sex. I have to leave some room for the unexpected like maybe she just wants to give me a blowjob, or perhaps she'd rather we just got each other off with our hands. We're pretty good at that.

After a couple more moments and a great increase in the frequency and heaviness of my breathing she's still kissing and nibbling all over me and her hand reaches down to grab my cock. "Mmm. Is this for me?" Hell fucking yeah its for you! That's it. I'm convinced. Time to start working the oven. I have to say, no matter how old I am or how many times I've done it, every time I slide my hand under my wife's panties and feel that soft skin on my pads with that soft fabric on my knuckles I feel sixteen again...but able to find the clit. Still, despite all the moves she's putting on, I can't guarantee that I'm getting my wick wet until I hear that one golden phrase. "Turn off the fan."

You know that move Karate experts do where they get up off their back and onto their feet with one, kicking motion? That's about what I imagine it looks like to see me leap from bed to the ceiling fan control knob. So we're both naked, the fan is off and the mood is right. I climb back to her and we continue the heavy petting. She comes to my ear one more time to ask "what do you want?" Oh, now that's one hell of a question. At this moment I'm trying to think of something fun, imaginative, and untried. I picture one of those sex swings and other things that are logistical impossibilities. But after a moment of thinking I realize that all I want to do is get on top of her and fuck her, make myself come, and make her come until she cries.

"I just want to fuck you."
"OK. But you'd better get me off."

Ma'am, you've got yourself a deal. And so I'm on top of her. At first I indulge myself by putting my full weight on her, pinning her down and immobilizing her. Her body is mine to have as I wish in this place. But then my conscience starts to make those wise little comments. "You know how much you love getting her off? Well she gets off best when you sit up." So I do. I'm a lucky man. Nina is very flexible. I stopped to look at her body all splayed out and felt just fucking blessed. I mean women keep their legs closed all day long. They keep so much of their bodies' functions private. Their sexuality is so rarely expressed in those masculine terms. So when I see her with my arms stretched wide and one foot in each hand, such a perfect vision of this offering, I feel...loved.

Alright, enough of this touchy feely shit. This bitch is in for a fucking ride. Boom boom boom boom...SHIT!!! It's not time yet, I'm not ready to come. Quick, think of something. Ummmm... AHA! Go down on her! That'll give me those moments I need to let the boys back off. Plus it's a sure way to get her off, as long as I follow it up with some more sex. And so began the cycle. Give her head, fuck her brains out, repeat, repeat, repeat. At some point in the beginning of this process I came, and came hard. But that's no excuse for stopping. Repeat. After a particularly big one she starts pounding my chest with the bottoms of her feet to get me out and off of her. Not this time, bitch. You can forget about control. You gave your body to me and I'm not giving it back just yet. Repeat. Repeat.

Finally those powerful (and adorable) muscle legs of hers give me a squat thrust that nearly throws me off the bed. We're done now. She lies panting with little exclamations and moans from every other heaving exhale. I'm out of breath. I'm sweating. I'm a fucking God. I feel so utterly male and powerful for my accomplishments. We catch our breath and a drink of water. We cuddle again and have pillow talk. We talk fantasies and what-do-you-like's. We pass out on opposite sides of the bed, but still bound as though there were little invisible strings connecting our hearts, hands, minds, and loins.

I'm tired today. But I'm not cranky. In fact I feel pretty damned good. Good enough to write all about what went down last night. I didn't want to let this come across as an attempt at erotica. But this forum is the closest thing I have to a mountaintop; this narrative, my shout.