24 Hour Sex

Men’s sex drives are not only stronger than women’s, but much more straightforward. The sources of women’s libidos, by contrast, are much harder to pin down. It’s common wisdom that women place more value on emotional connection as a spark of sexual desire. But women also appear to be heavily influenced by social and cultural factors as well.

Marina wakes up to me saying something about breakfast, still feeling groggy from a late night of sex. She tries to say that what she really needs is coffee, but all she manages to get out is groaning ” nnnn coffee.” ” Stay in bed,” I say clearly. ” Roll over on your side.” My voice is gentle, but very firm. Low and even, she responds to my tone and rolls over. I pull myself forward to meet her, settling myself firmly against her back, pulling my head in close so my lips sit right behind her ear. ” Raise your leg and separate,” That same controlled voice in her ear. Her tired brain finally catches up to what’s going on. As she moves her leg, she realizes that she is already turned on. She dismisses it, thinking I must have been lucky enough to catch her on a morning, she is having a nice dream. But as the sleep clears from her brain, she realizes I’m probably laying in bed next to her, stroking her hips, running my lips across her neck and shoulder, trying to wake her up. Marina caught me doing it many times, and has suspected me of doing it many other times. She starts to turn to tease me for what she is sure she has caught me doing, but I interrupt, that familiar, in control, voice so close it feels like it’s coming from inside her head. my words quite, slow, intentional: ” Use your vibrator on yourself while I lay behind you.”

I’m incredible at honing in on the things she didn’t even know she needed, until she hears them as little commands from me. As soon as she hears the words she knows it’s how she wants to spend her morning. There’s a particular kind of pleasure to saying yes to the things I ask, to obeying those little commands that are carefully chosen to be exactly what I know will satisfy her. Marina reaches forward into the nightstand and feels around for her vibrator, as soon as she manages to pull it from the drawer my firm hands settle her comfortably back against me. Her vibrator whirs to life with the buzzing we both know well, and as she nestles it against herself the outside world fades. All she feels is the pleasurable hum of the vibrator, moving her closer to release, my hands firmly on her, my cock pressing patiently into her back, and my words, spoken directly into her ear: ” There’s nothing hotter than you with the vibrator pressed up against you.” ” I will never stop telling you that,” She feels herself surrendering; the words in her ear becoming the only thoughts in her head. ” I want to appreciate you.” ” Let me have you, you’re mine to play with.” Her hips start to grind involuntarily, struggling against my grip, the familiar tension building. She feels my breathing change against her, but somehow my words are just as even and sure: ” I want to taste you.” ” Let me lick your lips while you vibrate to an orgasm.”

The questions are not really questions at this point, I roll her onto her back without waiting for an answer. In an instant my hands are on her inner thighs, and I brush my lips against hers, holding them there for a second, getting them wet. She swears she hears me take a long inhale before I purses my lips around one of her lips, pulling on it ever so slightly. The new sensation almost sends her over the edge, but she tenses up to resist. I run my tongue slowly around her opening, she feels her head roll sideways as I tease myself just inside. For this first time this morning she feels herself with a need that I haven’t taken care of before she realizes she has it: Marina needs me pressed firmly against her. There’s just something about the release of an orgasm with someone or something pressed hard against her, it changes all the sensations. She feels my tongue slowly and firmly trace all the way up her opening, and just as she worry’s she might not get what she needs, she feels my face press against her, my tongue flicking slightly back and forth. She struggles with her free hand to hold my head against her bucking hips. I oblige and push myself firmly against her. The moans she can’t control drown out the buzz of the vibrator and as I match the thrusts of her hips perfectly the pressure sends me over the edge and she feels herself shaking and contracting against me.

I keep myself pressed firmly against her as her orgasm slows and her contractions wind down. As she pulls the vibrator away I very slowly return to let my tongue roam, but this time more gently. Drinking her all in as her familiar post orgasm giggle signals to me that she has been satisfied and she is now relaxed. Wordlessly I kiss her deeply, she doesn’t know which of us enjoys the taste of her on my lips more. She opens her eyes to meet my gaze, waiting for me to show her what I have in mind next—-whatever it is, she knows she wants it…” Get on your hands and knees.” as I snickered in her ear. ” Now hold still. You will enjoy this.” Marina whimpers into the bed as my hand feels its way between her legs and onto her ass cheeks. I plied and kneaded at the soft globes until my middle finger found its way in between the mounds. The finger rubbed and wormed its way around, at last finding the entrance to her sweet pussy. She moans softly, causing me to smile. She didn’t resist as I push her legs apart dragging her hips slightly back, positioning her for entry. Licking my lips, I took my cock in hand and guided it towards her pussy lips. ” Oh God, John” she groans as she feels the head of my cock press against her pussy lips.