Another write-up of some fun times with Lyra! Just a note, I've made some updates to my About Me 7 Story Index, if you've been following me.

These are both shorter ones, so I bundled them up for you. These happened on two separate occasions but might have been a week apart.

Lyra loves CNC. To be honest, I didn’t have much experience with it. I’ve been called a pleasure dom or a service dom, which is to say that I’m perfectly happy pinning a woman to the bed, grabbing a handful of her hair, force her to watch my fingers pound her g-spot, and make her gush until the mattress is pooling with her cum. I’m also perfectly happy making love, with slow thrusts that reach deep inside, maintaining eye contact and whispering exactly what I want her to focus on, exactly how I want her to experience what I’m doing to her, and making her cum on command. And, you know, happy fun giggly fucking abound.

All of that has a very specific level of consent that it doesn’t cross. The woman is actively, vocally consenting to being ravaged (usually at the top of her lungs). Somehow, taking that one extra step further and forcing a partner without specific and enthusiastic consent (even though it had been given as a blanket ‘I’m really fucking into this’) was challenging for me. 

Here’s how I got over it.

~ Sleepy Sex ~ 

At some point, I was staying over at Lyra’s, and we were spooning tightly together. I had one arm under her head and the other running across her chest, between her breasts, and holding her hand near her face. I was feeling pretty cozy, tbh, and really enjoying the smell of her hair and the feeling of her whole body pressing back against me. 

Apparently, she was too, because not five minutes after we laid down, she was rocking her hips back into me. Subtly at first, so I wasn’t sure if she was just adjusting. Then more and more determined, until there was no doubt. I smiled and let her take the initiative, slowly moving my hand down to her hip and running it over her side under her tank top. I wanted to tease her, to see how long it would take for her to break and attack me. 

I curled the arm that was under her head so that I was holding her across the shoulders, bracing her against me. My free hand wandered across her breasts over her top, just grazing her nipples with my fingertips before wandering down her navel… back up her side, or between us up her spine. Her whole body was rolling against me now, punctuated by little whines. Not her normal sounds, but I figured she was feeling a particular way. Really, I was just trying to tease her. 

After several minutes of this, the throbbing of my cock won out. I slipped my hand under her pajamas, but she didn’t open her legs. I thought maybe she was teasing me back, so I hooked one of my legs around hers and pried her thighs open. She was already completely soaked, her inner thighs being wet. I groaned and nibbled on the space between her shoulder and her neck from behind. 

Teasing her had backfired. Now I was ravenous and throbbing. I shifted my boxers off, put on a condom, and tried to pull her pajamas down, but she wasn’t helping at all. Finally, I threw subtlety out the window and got on my knees. With both hands, I dragged her pajamas to her knees, then straddled her thighs and shoved my cock into her. She let out a shocked moan like I had just punched deep into her. She was so wet, my cock slid in easily, and in seconds I was pounding down into her. 

A combination of the angle that I had to adopt to properly fuck her, and honestly my own savage mind at this point, forced me to lean over her as she was pinned prone on the mattress. I spread one hand squarely in the center of her back, pressing her further, while my other arm grabbed both of her hands and held them above her head, initially as a reassurance, but quickly in domination.

I think in previous stories, I may have said something like, “I fucked her into the mattress”. Let me assure you, on this occasion, it was an entirely different level. My entire body weight was either pressing her face down into the mattress, pinning her wrists, or driving my cock as hard as my body is physically capable of straight down into her cunt. With every thrust, Lyra, with her face buried and/or pressed into the pillows, would let out a short, staccato scream. 

I think I might have fucked her hard enough to damage the bed frame, because it has been squeaky since this night. 

A few minutes later, I grabbed her by her hair and pressed the length of my body down onto her so I could kiss her. It was sloppy. We were both covered in sweat and her wet hair was covering her face. It was perfect. 

Then, I pressed her face into the pillow, grabbed her ass with both hands, and sat back so I could rail my cock into her. With this angle, I wasn’t pounding her g-spot but I was filling her much deeper. The entire length of my cock was spearing up into her cunt and I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out much longer. I wrapped both of my hands around Lyra’s waist and proceeded to fuck her cunt in a way that can only be described as violent. 

I erupted as deep inside of her as possible. All of the tension in my body, with every muscle strained, released into her quivering body. She convulsed while my cock throbbed inside of her, vocally shivering and teeth chattering. When I could finally see again through the stars in my eyes, I laid my body over hers like a blanket until she calmed down and passed out. 

The next morning, when I woke her up with a cup of coffee, she snuggled her head into my shoulder. “Last night was fucking awesome,” she whispered. 

“Yeah, you were feral!” I chuckled.

She looked up at me, “what do you mean?”

“You just kept teasing me.” I kissed her head and took a sip of my own coffee. 

She looked confused. “Morgan, I was asleep until you shoved your cock in me.” 

…

~ Getting Dirty in the Kitchen ~

Sometime later, I had separately decided to be slightly more impulsive. I have a tendency to get in my own head and overthink things, and the authentic ‘me’ gets buried under a barrage of self-moderation. This particular weekend, I had a stated intention of being more impulsive, more ‘me’, and letting others give me feedback so I wouldn’t need to over-moderate myself. 

So when Lyra emerged from the shower and strode across the house naked and dripping wet, smiling at me from her bedroom door, I had thoughts. But it was early, and she needed to get dressed and see to some responsibilities first thing in the morning. That didn’t stop me from scampering into her bedroom and growling into a deep kiss while our tongues wrestled, but I did bite my lip and tell her to get dressed in the end. 

Skip ahead an hour, the early activities have been taken care of, and Lyra was in the kitchen making herself breakfast. I wandered in to get a cup of coffee, but my mind hadn’t left that morning, her naked body, how I wanted to lick each drop off of her skin…

I put my mug down and kissed her neck. I could see her smile as she nuzzled against my head. She turned and I kissed her. A gentle kiss quickly became passionate, and soon enough I had her pressed back against the counter. 

“I should–” 

I kissed her harder. My hands worked under her jumper, up her back. I dragged my nails down her back and ground my leg between her thighs. My fingers slipped beneath her leggings and she gasped, pressing her forehead to mine. Her breathing was ragged already, and I stared her down as my fingers plunged into her.

I wasn’t in the mood for waiting anymore. 

I dragged her leggings down and undid my trousers. I was throbbing and desperate to take her. I ran the length of my cock along her lips, coating my shaft before angling my hips. I held her face to mine, locking eyes as I pressed up into her pussy. 

I wasn’t slow or sensual. There was one thing on my mind, and it was taking Lyra until she was a quivering heap. With her ass pinned against the counter, I railed my cock into her, driving as hard as I could over and over again. At some point, I grabbed her wrists and pinned them behind her back too, effectively wrapping my arms around her hips and using them as leverage to fuck her even harder down onto my cock, forcing Lyra to shake in my arms every time.

I’d lost myself in a haze. I wasn’t even thinking anymore, I was just acting. I pulled out of her and dragged her to her knees by her hair. She swallowed my cock, already slick with her cum, and I pressed deeper into her throat. I love the idea of her tasting herself on me, but soon enough, I wanted a taste too. I dragged her back up and kissed her hard so we could share her cum. 

Again, not patient. 

I spun her around and pressed her down against the counter, sliding into her from behind. There was no elegance or grace to this. It was primal. Lyra screamed as I fucked her deeper and deeper. She was clawing at the counter while I was bracing myself against the cabinets. 

I needed more. I was completely delirious. I needed to be deeper, always deeper inside of her. I dragged her to the bed and threw her on it, sparing a moment to taste her incredible pussy. (Genuinely, the thought of tasting her right now made me groan while writing this). Then I got on my knees and shoved my cock back where it belongs–there’s no other way to describe it. Now with all the leverage and with her legs on my shoulders, I could drive my cock as deep as possible, feeling her take my cock to the hilt. 

Now, I knew I wasn’t going to last long. I pressed my thumb against her clit and let the rocking of our bodies slip it back and forth, driving her closer and closer, until finally Lyra came for me, gripping me tight and dragging me over the edge with her. I grabbed the headboard so hard I thought I might break it, shouting as I came deep inside of her.

We breathed for a moment, covered in sweat and still wearing half of our clothes.

“You cheeky fuckers.”

Lyra’s partner was standing in the doorway, smirking at us.

“Carry on.” 

[Did I not mention she has a partner? ;) ]

Lyra's reaction: Lyra and her partner actually read this together and then quickly dragged me into the bedroom with them, so... that'll be a story later. ;)

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