It was a pleasant spring morning. The house was lit with natural sunlight and we had the windows open to invite the warm breeze inside our house.

I was making coffee as part of my morning ritual wearing my comfiest cotton panties and my favorite band t-shirt.

I hear Alex leave the bedroom and his footsteps approach me from behind. I guess he wants some coffee too.

I grab another mug and k-cup to prepare to make him coffee but he stops me.

“You are mine, Jen,” he breathes into my ear with a smirk I recognize even without seeing his face.

“Not now, I have to be at work early today, ” I think to myself.

His strong arms gently redirect my hands so that my palms are firmly on the counter. I feel the breath from his nose as it grazes my neck just below my ear. He kisses my neck and I feel the hairs on my head stand on end.

This isn’t normal for him. He knows I need to be in control. He knows that control is what makes me feel comfortable enough to be vulnerable, to share myself. “He knows this,” I say to myself with more confidence.

“Look Alex, I love you too but I need to get ready for work,” I say to the wall sheepishly.

I try to pull away but his hands prevent me from turning around. I pushed my hips back to create some space but I was stopped in my tracks when I felt the heat from his hard cock through our clothes.

My mind darts around, “I know we've been talking about what Alex needs from our sex life but we haven't made any decisions. We talked about so many things but I’m not ready.”

“Do you love me?” Alex moans into my ear.

“Yes,” I murmured.

“Do you trust me?” Again, into my ear.

It’s like he can read my mind, I know he understands my concerns.

At that moment, I realized my mind had lost. My body had won. His body had won. I did trust him.

I was hot despite the cool breeze. I could feel a flutter lower in my stomach. I almost moaned when I noticed how hard my nipples were against my shirt.

“Ye-Yes.” I managed to get out.

I hear his boxers hit the floor followed quickly with the warmth of his skin on my ass. I have never felt him this hard.

My skin is electric again as he runs his fingers through my hair, around my neck, over my nipple, and down my stomach until I can feel his fingertips go under my panties.

My mind darts again, “Fuck, this feels so good. But he’s going to notice how turned on I am. This isn’t who I am!”

The fabric glides down my thighs seemingly igniting every nerve it touches. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations filling my body as my panties reach my ankles.

“Fuck” I whisper under my breath as I feel one hand on my hip and the other at the top of my back.

My hands grip the counter as he pushes my chest down and pulls my hips into him.

My mind darts around again trying to understand the situation. Trying to understand the conflict between my thoughts to assert myself and the conviction my body has to let him continue.

I feel his hard cock between my legs. I jump as his shaft presses into my lips, my wetness giving my thoughts away.

The last cry from my mind slips out, “No no. Alex, I really have to get ready.”

My nipples tingle as they make contact with the counter under Alex’s strong direction holding me down.

“Owww,” I yelp as the sting of his hand on my ass rings out into the room.

Whatever part of me wasn’t aroused before, is now. Whatever part of my mind was protesting, quiets immediately. My body fills with lust and longing.

“What are you?” Alex growls from behind me.

Instinctively, I push my hips into his and confidently respond, “I’m yours.”

“Good girl,” echoes through my soul.

Again, on an instinct I didn’t know I had, I spread my feet and arc my back to invite his plans into me.

“Whatever he wants he can have,” my lust commands.

The thick head of his cock runs between my soaked lips. Each motion teasing my hungry clit.

Each anticipated touch of my clit that doesn’t fully materialize just makes me wetter.

He stops abruptly and pulls his body away. My hips swivel around trying to make contact with the source of my pleasure but nothing.

“It looks like someone is enjoying herself,” Alex chides.

“Yes, please … , “ I whimper from that place I didn’t know I had in me.

“Please what?” He taunts.

“Please …” I pause as I survey my lust for what I most desire.

“Please cum inside me. Please!”

“Oh that’s new for you, Jen.” he retorts amusingly. “Are you a little cumslut?!”

“YES!” I don’t know if I was finally admitting it to myself or I was just saying what I thought I needed to say to get what I needed.

His grip on my hip tightens as he brings his body back.

His smooth head glides into me. He fills all of the emptiness between my legs.

He begins with slow, long thrusts. Each time his head reenters me and every time his balls hit my clit I feel him stiffen as I involuntarily tighten around him.

I get lost in this rhythm, hypnotized by the sensations radiating in me and sounds of my wetness filling the room.

The same knowing strokes, faster. The pleasure intensifies. My desire intensifies.

My head is pulled back and I gasp as he reaches new depths. His full strength on hips and my hair keep finding the same spots inside me.

The feeling of my sensitive nipples grazing the counter adds a new dimension of pleasure to be lost in.

“Fuck.” I exclaim.

My body grips him further as his control over me fosters desire coursing through my body.

“Fuck”

His body noticed. His pace increases again. Skillfully managing to hit my most sensitive parts.

“Fuck!”

I find myself in a space with only thoughts of release, of pleasure, and new to me, of hunger for his seed.

“Please”

My body tightens further as waves of pleasure roil through my body.

“Please!”

“Are you my little cumslut!?” he fires back through his groans of ecstasy.

“yes. Yes! YES!”