Just A Quickie

The good news was that last night we pretty much got up to date with our backlog of customer orders and bookkeeping.

The bad news was that this resulted in another late night: It was well after 1am before we tumbled into bed..

She was cold and she pressed her soft body up against mine, while I tried to wrap myself around her as best I could. Sex was not really on my mind. It was late and we were both tired. It was enough, I told myself, to mould my body to hers, cup her soft breasts in my hands and rest my head on her neck.

But sleep did not come. After half an hour we were both still awake.

”Do you want a ’Fakta Fuck’?” She murmered. That’s our name for a quickie. (See the explanation here).

This is normally her cue to get up on all fours and just let me fuck her from behind, and owe her an ’O’ till another time. But I owe a lot of O’s at the moment and I don’t really want to get deeper into debt. I rolled her towards me, framed her face in in my hands and kissed her deeply, then nibbled at her lips as she nibbled at mine.

I shifted down to reach between her legs and check for wetness, and suckled on her breast at the same time. She reached up and pinched one of my nipples. Hard. I let out a sort of squeak of surprise, I’m not used to her hurting me, though. I think I could get used to it. I was already hard; I got harder. I felt I just had to get inside her and it had to be now. I climbed on top of her and gave her ten hard strokes, intending to pull out again, but it just felt so good that I gave her ten more, then knelt up beside her again.

She reached down and took charge of my stiff cock, slimy now with her juices. I wouldn’t have objected at all if she had taken it in her mouth, but I wasn’t going to force the issue. Instead she was reaching up with her free hand, trying to catch hold of my nipple. I leaned forward to let her as I pinched and twisted hers and she moaned and gasped as she inched towards her orgasnm.

But I just couldn’t tip her over the edge. She was tense and she just didn’t seem to be able to let go. I broke off from the clit massage and tit-torture and fucked her hard once more, stopping just short of coming myself. Again I knelt beside her, working her clit every way I knew how while she pulled and wrung my cock until I thought the easiest would be just to let go and come over her belly and breasts, but I hung in, inching her painfully slowly towards her release. Time after time her ever-more urgent cries would end in a deep exhalation, only to leave her on an even higher plateau. There seemed no limit to the amount of pain she could absorb in her nipples as I pulled and twisted them. It was I who was reaching my limit as to how far I was prepared to go in the pursuit of her elusive orgasm. I let go of her niples and clutched at her throat instead. Not hard, just enough so that she could feel my hand there. It was enough. She gave one last despairing cry and then went limp as she dissolved into convulsive sobbing. It was like a dam bursting as the tears came in floods, releasing the tensions of a stressful week or two.

We’ve had a fair deal to cope with, both business-wise and with ill-health in the family just recently,, but Heather has borne it all with no signs of what she was feeling inside. As I held her against my chest and she soaked it in her tears I whispered to her:

”If I had known you were so stressed I’d have stretched you out in the doorway and whipped it out of you”

She nodded dumbly and I held her even closer.

Sometimes when she comes like this I turn her over and ram her hard from behind while the tears are still falling, in a hard, selfish fuck that exploits her vulnerability. But not tonight. I was disturbed at how much pain she had been apparently carrying around, without my noticing. I waited until the tears had subsided, wiped her cheeks as best I could and, still holding her closely, entered her as tenderly as I knew how. It didn’t take long, our bodies pressed up together and moving in harmony, her warmth and the taste of salt on her face brought me to my climax in a matter of minutes. I had no wish to prolong matters, all she really needed was to sleep.

And sleep we did. It wasn’t quite the quickie we had planned but it was worth it for the release of tension and the deep, refreshing sleep that it brought.