Autumn

” I really need you to hurt me…” She whispered, almost inaudibly; her voice wavering.

“Louder” I commanded. “Say it louder”.




That Saturday afternoon was grey, wet and blustery. There was nobody home apart from us two, we had enough food in the freezer to make a trip to the supermarket unnecessary, there was nothing we had to do and nowhere we had to be. On the first day of real autumn weather the house seemed dark and cold.

“Let’s get up under the duvet and you can warm me up” She suddenly suggested.

“I thought you’d never ask”.

I turned on the radiator in the bedroom for the first time since the summer. It’s very effective and at full blast can get the place like a sauna in no time. The ordinary room light was too harsh and glaring but the failing daylight just gave an impression of gloom. Candles were lit, bringing a flickering warming glow instead.

I threw my clothes onto a chair and was under the duvet in an instant. She always takes her time, undressing slowly and folding each garment with care. I enjoy watching her and she knows it.

She climbed into bed next to me and I wrapped my arms and legs around her to get a much of her skin in contact with mine as I possibly could. Unusually, she was warmer than I was and I sucked her body heat to me as I held her tight, burying my face in her neck and running my hands over her shoulders and bum cheeks. Her breathing grew deeper as I hit that spot just below her ear that excites her so much and grabbed a handful of her bum, squeezing hard. She slipped a hand down between us and took charge of my growing erection which was pressing ever harder onto her mons. This was supposed to be a slow, lazy Saturday afternoon’s relaxation but suddenly there was an urgency that could not be resisted. I planted my lips tightly onto hers and she slid a hand around the back of my head, crushing me to her. Tongues probing and exploring tongues, lips, teeth.

I planted my open hand squarely over her face, pressing and gripping harshly. I pinched her nose and she played along, holding her breath for what seemed an age before breaking away. I allowed her to gasp a couple of times and then I was on her again. I grabbed a handful of the flesh of her mons and felt, more than heard, the vibrations of the noises she made deep down in her throat.

I was trembling with excitement as I broke away from her mouth and whispered in her ear

“I really, really need to hurt you”.

She nodded dumbly.

I repeated, more slowly and deliberately this time. More confidenly and more harshly.

“I really, really need to hurt you”.

“I know” she said in a tiny, frightened voice.

“And you need me to hurt you too, don’t you?” I added, giving her mons an extra squeeze.

“Yes…yes I do”.

“Well say it then”

“I…I really…need….you to….hu…” She couldn’t get the word out. “…hu…hurt me”.

“I can’t hear you”. I squeezed harder and harder still, searching for her clitoris with my middle finger.

” I really need you to hurt me…” She whispered, almost inaudibly; her voice wavering.

“Louder” I commanded. “Say it louder”.

” I really need you to hurt me…I really need you to hurt me…” I really need you to…Oh GOD!!!!”

She shrieked and spasmed and thrust her hips against mine and I held her tight as hot tears fell on my shoulder. I stroked her hair and kissed it, rolled her over gently and arranged a pillow under her head. I cupped her face in my hands, wiping away her tears with my thumbs, kissed her breasts, knelt up beside her and gently stroked the inside of her thigh until she parted her legs and allowed me to kneel between them.

I guided the tip of my cock into her entrance; soaking wet now, but still tight and unused. Pristine. Unviolated. I lingered for a moment, thrusting so that my cock ran up and down her slippery cleft, ploughing through her mat of pubic hair and enjoying the tickling sensation that gave to my glans. Then I poised myself over her hole again and thrust into her with such a force that it drove the breath from her with a grunt. I slammed into her again and again with animal ferocity and she just lay there, limp like a ragdoll, taking it, letting me do it to her until the contractions took over and I was thrusting ever more frenziedly obeying that primal urge to dump my inert seed as deep inside her as I could before collapsing, breathless, by her side.


Then we got up and made a cup of tea.