Just Not Tonight

Just Not Tonight

More than love, more than lust -- this happens when two people are magnetic to the core.

Lucy and Zak aren't just in love -- they're addicted, consumed by each other. Every glance, every touch drips with filthy, magnetic tension they crave. Just Not Tonight isn't about romance; it's about raw, obsessive need -- where even an ordinary Saturday explodes into dark, electric lust, with hours of teasing, choking, anal, toys, domination, and unrelenting, body-shaking orgasms neither can resist.

PREFACE

Lucy and Zak are magnetic. That's the word they always come back to. They can't stay away from each other -- they've never been able to. In ten years together, they've rarely spent time apart. When they must be apart, the air shifts, like something's off-balance. It's their second marriage for both, and they live like they're making up for lost time. They work as a team effortlessly, weaving through life's demands while raising their kids and dreaming together about a future in a mountain town like the small Northwestern neighborhood where they both grew up, though they met two thousand miles away.

Lucy is obsessed with Zak. They joke about it -- call her Stacey from Wayne's World, with that sing-song "Hi, Wayne" energy, or to quote Isla Fisher's "I will find you" from Wedding Crashers. It's not scary; it's endearing, honest, and fun. She clings to him, loves him fiercely, teases and adores him.

Zak, for his part, has always been independent, someone who guarded his space and needed solitude. But with Lucy, it's the opposite. With her, he wants closeness, connection, and sharing. She's the only one who's ever cracked that part of him open -- and he's grateful for it daily.

They call each other boyfriend and girlfriend all the time, still dating each other after a decade, still putting in the extra effort: snuggling every night, kissing often, saying I love you out loud, making sure no one ever feels taken for granted. It's the kind of relationship that might look performative from the outside -- like something curated for social media -- but it's not--every day, year after year, woven into their everyday, imperfect, passionate, messy life.

Their kids see it. They're proud their kids see it -- proud to give them a healthy, loving relationship model and something to strive for when they're older.

Lucy is a striking, petite, and powerful woman, standing 5'2" and about 118 pounds, with a body that defies every expectation. She has natural DD breasts that have fed two children and yet sit perfectly, still perky and full at 48. She's what people dream of -- a living MILF fantasy, a little pixie-like in frame, tiny hips, thigh gap, smooth curves, and a youthful glow that's come not from trends or shortcuts, but from years of quiet, steady care. She's eaten well since her teenage years, worked out consistently, and it shows.

Her hair has been a signature since Zak met her -- it was Crayola purple when they first crossed paths, and while the shades have changed over the years, the spirit hasn't. For the last few years, she's gone for a darker shade, a purple so deep it glows in the sunlight. A little bohemian, a little Northwest, always unmistakably her. She dresses confidently and doesn't scream for attention, but naturally draws it. Zak has always encouraged her to show herself off and embrace her body and beauty, so now even close friends have seen just how stunning she is, and they've been left speechless.

Zak is a tall, strong man with bright blue eyes, blond hair, and a tight beard with a tinge of red. Lucy calls him her Viking sometimes; He's the type you picture when you think of an old-school West Coast athlete, though he's a Northwest kid who doesn't even care for the ocean. Standing 6'3" and about 220 pounds, he has long, powerful legs shaped by a lifetime of mountain biking and shoulders strengthened by years of baseball, a sport he played deep into college. As a lefty who could throw 92 mph, baseball once defined his identity, until a series of injuries from his wilder passions -- snowboarding, mountain biking, anything pushing limits -- eventually pulled him away.

Zak has always been 'that' guy: the naturally talented athlete who was equally hot and brainy. His look carries traces of that era -- if you picture a late-'90s, early-2000s baseball player with shaggy hair peaking out from under a snapback, a puka shell necklace, with a touch of that flannel Northwest mountain vibe? That's him.

For Lucy, one of her favorite things is when Zak taps back into that energy -- when he comes into the room wearing just a backward hat, nothing else, sometimes even the puka shells he keeps just for those moments, and she melts.

Zak's body tells its own story, too. He has scars -- good ones, earned over years of pushing himself too far. He has tattoos, many of which he chose together with Lucy, including a set of coordinates that mark a special place where they decided to change their lives for each other. He's a humble alpha who knows how to welcome people to try and outdo him; he thrives on growth. He loves powerful, alpha women -- not to tame them, but to lift them higher, to help make them even more powerful.

Together, Lucy and Zak are always chasing that next level -- not for control or power, but because they both believe that without growth, what's the point?

PART ONE

Lucy

I am already throbbing before he even touches me.

Zak sits there, calm and collected, flipping through clips on the screen, pretending it's casual. But I know what he's doing. He's not wanting to watch porn -- this is about watching me, waiting for me to crack, to show him I like it.

"Let me show you some of the research I've bookmarked for our play session later tonight," he says with that little grin that makes my stomach twist and heat flood between my thighs.

Here we are, 3:30 in the afternoon, cuddled up on the couch, lazily scrolling through porn like it's just another low key Saturday -- except it's not. Not with us.

I cross my legs, trying to act unaffected. But inside? My body hums, every nerve lit up.

Fifteen minutes in, I shift on the couch, heart racing, the ache too sharp to ignore.

"You should feel if I'm enjoying this or not," I murmur, my voice dropping low, eyes locked on him.

Zak

That line hits me like a hammer. For a second, I just stare, heartbeat jumping into my throat. Lucy knows when to pull me in. I move before I can think -- hand sliding between her thighs, pressing, fingers slipping over her soaked panties. Holy fuck. Soaked doesn't even cover it. I bite back a groan, feeling her pulse against my fingers, her warmth spilling through the thin fabric. My cock throbs hard in my jeans, and I know right then, today is about to flip into something much more satisfying than than running errands.

Lucy

I pull away before he can push further. "Patience," I tease, standing up to fix my clothes. I know we have things to do -- I want to get out of the house -- but I also want him on edge. I want to feel his eyes burning holes into me for the next few hours.

I fix myself up, feeling all kinds of cute again, and see Zak on the outside patio standing by the table with that little grin. He thinks we're about to light up a joint. And yeah, that's the plan -- but the second I see him standing there in the sunlight, casual but still sharp, something shifts.

Without a word, I slip off my pants, heart racing as his back stays turned. I lift myself onto the table just as he's starting to turn around. His eyes land on me, wide and hungry, taking in the sight of me spread open for him.

We lock eyes, and in a low, sultry voice, I whisper,

"Clean me up."

Zak

I freeze. Fuck the joint. Fuck the errands. My mouth goes dry. I drop to my knees without even thinking, hands braced on the table's edge as I bury my face between Lucy's thighs. She's dripping wet--wetter than before, hotter than hell. Every lick, every soft bite, pulling little gasps from her mouth, and I feel her arch toward me, craving more.

Lucy

The breeze slides across my skin as I grip the table's edge, eyes fluttering shut. There's something about being outside -- the sun, the open air, the idea that anyone could walk by the fence and hear me if I get too loud. I bite my lip, trying to stay quiet, but Zak knows what he's doing. He knows how to make me break.

Zak

I tease her, drawing the moment out, feeling her vibrate under my tongue. My cock is rock-hard, straining against my shorts. I need relief, but not yet. I want her squirming, want her so wet she can't think straight for the rest of the afternoon.

Lucy

We somehow pull ourselves apart -- barely. It's this little game we play, this half-laughing, half-serious agreement that if we want to get anything done, we have to stop fucking. At least for a few hours. We joke that it's for our safety, sanity, and to-do list. But honestly, we just love being together. Even the errands, even the chores -- they're fun because we are fun. Today, we're heading to one of our favorite outdoor gear shops and prepping for future adventure dates.

I dart off to the bathroom to clean up -- because if I don't, I'll be walking into the store with a wet spot on my crotch, and while Zak would love that, I'm not about to let him have that much control.

Zak

While she's in the bathroom, I rummage through the top drawer and pull out the bag. The bag of plugs. Not just any plugs -- not the heavy-duty, in-bed ones we use when we're going hard -- but the vanity pieces. The cute, flashy ones. These aren't about prepping for anal, but about teasing. About making her walk around knowing she's hiding a secret under her clothes.

When she comes out, her hair smoothed, her face flushed, I'm waiting. No words. I just hold up the bag.

Lucy

Usually, I'd fuss a little. Push back. Pretend to roll my eyes, make Zak work for it. But not today. Today, I just smile and take the bag. Slip back into the bathroom and close the door. I know what he wants and how much I love giving it to him.

When I return, I catch him leaning against the counter, twirling the car keys, one eyebrow raised. Wow, he's a vision. Cutoff jean shorts hugging his insanely powerful legs, the kind of thighs that look like they could crush a car door shut. That T-shirt -- soft, fitted just right -- clings to his long, lean body, hinting at his athlete's shoulders, those delts, all under the surface of this relaxed, casual pose.

He knows. Oh, he knows. Knows he looks like the guy who just rolls up for the easy pussy, casual and hot without even trying. And I'm standing there in my hot ass outfit -- a skin tight cream colored crop tank, army green haram pants, and black leather wedges. Flattering but playful, the look screams, "I put in the effort but didn't have to work that hard." We wear a matching set of teasing, knowing smiles.

Zak

She steps out of the bathroom with that soft sway in her hips, a knowing smirk, the kind of look that lets me know precisely what plug she chose. Fuck. I give her a playful smack on the ass as she passes and we head to the car -- our sleek black ride that, honestly, already has a bit of a reputation in our neighborhood. We're out of the driveway and three streets down when I feel her hand slide over my thigh, her nails lightly scraping, her head tipping just a little, and her hair falling forward.

PART TWO

Lucy

By the time we hit the first stoplight, his pants are halfway down, and my mouth is all over his cock. I love the way he groans low in his throat, one hand gripping the wheel, the other slipping under the waistband of my cute little pants, fingers sliding over the plug, tracing the wet heat still pulsing between my thighs. Keeping his eyes on the road, he murmurs, "Undo the drawstring." My fingers fumble quickly, loosening the tie so he can palm my ass better, fingers pressing in just enough to remind me what's waiting later.

Zak

I stomp on the gas, taking the back streets faster than I should, aiming for every little bump to watch her jolt and moan around me. She's dripping wet, mouth working me over like she can't get enough, and every time I hit a dip in the road, her breath catches, her hips buck -- and fuck if that doesn't drive me insane. We're not even at the first store yet, and I already know we'll barely hold it together the whole time, each errand one more tease before we finally get home and tear each other apart.

Lucy

We walk into the store, all smiles and fake innocence, like we're not two seconds away from dragging each other back to the car. I can feel the plug with every step, a constant little pulse between my legs, and every time I glance at Zak, his smirk deepens. He leads me straight to the bike section. "You know," he says, tapping his chin thoughtfully, "you might need a new ride. You should try some."

I roll my eyes but play along, hopping up on one of the display bikes, feeling the plug press in deeper as I shift in the saddle. I shoot him a sharp look -- you bastard -- but he just grins wider.

Zak

She looks so good straddling that bike, shifting her hips slightly, trying not to give away how much she feels it. I make her try a few more -- "for comparison," I tell her, all innocent, loving how her cheeks flush a little deeper each time. I know damn well she doesn't need a new bike. She knows it, too. But watching her squirm on those seats, knowing what's buried inside her, knowing she wants me to make her do it? Fuck, that's the kind of playful torture that makes our whole day worth it.

We get home, and it's still early. According to every movie ever made, it's too early for most people to have sex. But we're not most people. We've always lived by our own rhythm: fuck first, dinner later, movie after if we feel like it, probably another round before bed. Why wait for dark when we both already know where this is going?

Lucy slips off toward the bedroom, and I stay back a moment -- feed the dogs, pick up a few things, give her space. I know she's preparing something, but I don't know what. That's part of the thrill. She loves surprising me, and I love walking in blind, curious, and ready.

When I finally entered the room, she was sitting in our bedside chair with authority. Not in lingerie, not dressed down, but still in the same cute outfit she wore out -- the one that makes her look like effortless sex and fun wrapped up in one. And that's the surprise: she hasn't changed and stays like this just for me.

Her golden brown eyes lock onto mine. "Wine," she says, softly but firmly.

PART THREE

Lucy

I watch him turn without hesitation, returning to the kitchen to fetch what I want. I know him -- that little electric current running under his skin when I give an order, and how much he loves the game and handing over the reins in these moments.

When he returns, he's not just carrying my glass of wine. He holds a whiskey in his other hand.

I smirk. That's Zak's little defiance, his playful way of reminding me that no matter how much I play at dominating him, he'll always have that edge, that quiet charge over me. It's part of why I love him so fiercely. I can boss him, command him, take control -- but under it all, I know I'm holding the leash of a man who can break free anytime he wants, if he chooses to.

And fuck, I love that.

Lucy

I take the wine glass from his hand, letting my fingers brush his on purpose -- slow, teasing, delicate. I sip, never breaking eye contact, feeling the warmth slide down my throat.

He stands there, tall and still, whiskey in hand, watching me like he always does: patient, steady, that quiet storm coiled just beneath the surface. Damn, I love knowing what's under that cool exterior.

I give him a slight grin, tilting my head slightly. "Take off your shirt."

Zak

Her voice hits me low in the gut, calm but sure, and I set the whiskey down on the ground. I pull the shirt over my head in one easy motion, watching her eyes track every inch as I do.

The hat stays on. She loves that.

I stand there, bare-chested, feeling the air shift between us, the crackle rising.

Lucy

I let my brown eyes roam over him slowly, soaking him in -- the scars, the broad shoulders, the long, powerful frame I know so well. I want to make him wait. I want to let the tension coil tighter.

But not too long.

"Pants."

Zak

I unbutton my shorts, sliding them down with one smooth practiced motion, feeling my cock already thickening under the soft fabric of the tight, jet black briefs she loves. I leave those on -- that's part of the game.

She takes another sip of her wine, settling back in the chair, legs crossed, looking like she owns the world.

Lucy

I'm already pulsing with heat, feeling the weight of the plug deep inside me, knowing he hasn't even touched me yet, but oh -- he will.

I point in front of me, a slow smile curling at the edge of my mouth. "On your knees."

Zak

I settle onto my knees, feeling the cool floor against my skin. I look up at her--this small, gorgeous woman with the kind of presence that fills the whole room.

She crosses one leg slowly over the other, letting her foot dangle within reach. "Take off my shoes," she says softly.

These aren't flashy heels with red soles or overhyped designer nonsense. No -- these are the shoes I pick for her, a Christmas gift, knowing her size, taste, and what makes her feel sexy and seen. They're beautiful, sleek, and understated -- the kind of thing other women quietly envy but never say out loud.

Before I obey, I take them gently in my hands, bringing her toes to my mouth. They're just reachable in those open-toed shoes, and I let my tongue slide softly over them -- a slow, teasing stroke that makes her gasp, her eyes go wide as the first jolt of electric heat shoots between us.

It's the first real touch of the night, the spark that signals everything about to unfold.

Only then do I slide the shoes off, one after the other, my fingertips tracing the delicate arch of her foot, the perfect curve of her ankle, feeling her shiver under my touch.

I reach for my whiskey, sipping slowly -- and that's when the idea strikes.

Lucy

I watch him, feeling the tingle rise as he touches my feet, the caressing hands, the air between us. I think I know what's coming next -- think he'll kiss, maybe lick, maybe trace soft lines over my skin with his fingertips.

Zak

I slip the ice between my lips, letting it melt just enough, then pull her feet gently toward me. I watch her eyes widen and her sharp breath when my cold mouth presses against her warm, sensitive toes.

She jerks, half-laughing, half-gasping, the sudden shock of cold mixing with the heat of my tongue, the soft pull of my mouth as I circle and tease. I let my hands slide up her calves, holding her steady, feeling her shiver against me as I work her slowly, methodically, already planning how I'll push her even further.

Lucy

I don't expect that -- the cold, the sharp contrast, the way it makes my whole body jump and clench and pulse. My head drops back, a soft sound slipping from my lips, half-laughter, half-moan.

Fuck, he knows me so well. And I know right then: this night is just getting started.

Lucy

I let my fingers curl lightly under his chin. He tilted his face to me, and I felt the electricity sparking between us.

"Your briefs," I whisper, voice just a breath, just enough.

His lips part slightly, a flicker of something wild in his deep blue eyes -- but he obeys. He rises enough to slide them down, that beautiful body unfolding, that perfect cock now standing thick and ready, flushed and twitching, just for me.

Still fully dressed -- shoes off, but everything else intact -- I slide gracefully off the chair and onto my knees, never breaking eye contact, feeling my body press into the hardwood floor.

Zak

Fuck. Seeing her like that -- still dressed, still in control, but dropping to her knees with that fierce, hungry look -- nearly undoes me.

She reaches up, wraps her small, delicate hand around the base of my cock, her thumb brushing lightly over the tip, smearing the wetness there. She smiles, eyes flashing with mischief and hunger, then leans in, lips parting, taking me deep into her wet, hot mouth.

PART FOUR

Lucy

I moan as I sink, feeling the stretch, feeling the weight of him filling my mouth. I love the way he shudders slightly, trying to hold still, the way his thighs flex just a little, the way his hands hover, desperate to touch but waiting for my permission.

I set the pace -- slow, deep, pulling back just enough to swirl my tongue around the head before plunging again, taking him to the root, swallowing him whole. I'm in command here, but make no mistake -- I want this. I want the power of making this gorgeous, strong man come undone under my touch.

Zak

I bite back a groan, hands clenching into fists at my sides, every nerve lit up as she works me over. She's a goddess on her knees, fully clothed, utterly in control, showing me exactly how hungry she is for me -- and I know, without question, I'll give her anything she wants.

I'm still wearing the backward hat she loves, still have the puka shell necklace sitting against my bare chest -- a look I know drives her wild, because it's playful, cocky, nostalgic, just for her.

Every slow, deep pull of her mouth sends fire through me, every flick of her tongue a reminder that she owns this moment.

She pulls back slowly, her lips glistening, eyes dark with heat as she rises gracefully to her feet. My breath catches -- watching her undress, peeling away that cute little outfit piece by piece, revealing that perfect, impossible body.

I glance over to the smart speaker, tossing out a casual voice command, grinning as the room fills with early 2000s R&B -- the kind of almost-cheesy, college-era slow jams every dude once played straight out of the Maxim or FHM playbook. It's a ridiculous touch, but it's for her -- I know she'll smirk, roll her eyes a little, and love it anyway.

Lucy

I laugh softly under my breath, shaking my head as the music comes on, but oh, the way he looks at me, standing there looking like he's right out of Surfer magazine, the sheer want in his eyes makes my heart slam against my ribs.

We rarely start like this -- rarely go to missionary right away -- but tonight, the intensity between us demands it.

I reach for him, pulling him down into me, and we crash into that first let's-fuck kiss, all heat and hunger, mouths colliding together, hands roaming everywhere.

Zak

I press her back into the bed, feeling her legs wrap around me, feeling the heat pouring off her skin. We don't reach for the oil, we don't need it -- because I want her to feel how wet she is and know how perfect she is.

I slide into her slowly and deeply, using only her, only what her body gives me, pushing in with a low groan that shivers through both of us. Without needing to say it, I know that hidden in this act is a quiet undoing of old wounds -- an unspoken reminder that she has never been broken, that she has always been enough, that with me, she is worshipped, wanted, and filled.

Lucy

I cling to him, gasping into his mouth as he fills me, as his body covers mine, as his hands tangle in my hair, gripping, anchoring, holding me right where he wants me. We kiss hard, desperate, messy, everything crashing forward in one long surge of love, heat, and want.

And just like that, the control between us begins to slip and blur -- because we both know, in the end, we want to give it all to each other.

Zak

The second I enter her -- that tight, perfect little pussy gripping me like it's custom made -- she's already trembling, already falling apart, already cumming hard. I feel every wave, every pulse, every clench -- and I live for it.

I move her through position after position, savoring every gasp, every shudder, every time she arches under me or clings to me desperately. First, deep missionary, her legs wrapped tight around my waist, her nails digging into my shoulders as I kiss her hard. Then I flip her onto her side, one leg hitched over my shoulder, driving in at just the right angle -- the deep one that makes her toes curl, her breath catch, her voice break into these soft, pleading little sounds I crave.

I pull her up to straddle me, loving the view, the way her body moves over mine, the way her hands press to my chest for balance, the way she rides me, strong and beautiful and lost in it. Then back down, turning her carefully, guiding her hips, sliding between her thighs again, feeling her quake under every slow, deep push.

She's multiorgasmic -- my beautiful Lucy has been from our very beginning, something she never truly knew about herself until us. And fuck, I never take it for granted.

We've been doing this for ten years -- ten years of near-nonstop fucking, of sessions that leave her cumming easily ten times more often than I do, a staggering number when you do the math. Hell, even rounding it down to half, it's still mind-blowing. That's our rhythm, our flow, our dance -- her rollercoaster ride, and me, the man lucky enough to be strapped in beside her, driving her higher every single time.

Tonight's intentions are not to be quick. Tonight, we will slow down time itself.

Lucy

He knows how to make me cry out, when to press deeper, when to hold back, and when to push. He moves me with such precision, such practiced skill -- like a man who knows every inch of my body, every secret, every shortcut to make me melt.

First, he stays over me in missionary, deep and slow, his hips pressing into mine, his mouth hot on my skin, kissing along my neck, my collarbone, his hands pinning mine above my head just enough to make my pulse race. I wrap my legs tight around him, arching, trying to pull him deeper, but he controls the pace -- steady, deliberate, making me whimper with every slow thrust.

Then he rolls me gently onto my side, hitching one leg high, his cock sliding in at a new angle that makes my breath hitch, my toes curl. My fingers clutch the sheets as little gasps break from my mouth, the pleasure sharp and building, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.

Next, he pulls me up to straddle him, his strong hands guiding my hips, letting me ride him, feeling the way his cock fills me so perfectly, stretching me just right. I move over him, finding a rhythm, watching his eyes darken as he watches me -- but even then, he holds back, his hands squeezing my waist just enough to keep me from going too fast, too hard, too soon.

Then he flips me again, pressing me down on my stomach, his body stretching out over mine, his cock sliding in deep from behind, making me shudder, making me arch, making me bite back a moan. I can feel his mouth against my neck, his breath hot in my ear, his hands gripping my hips as he thrusts slowly, deeply, torturously.

But he holds back doggy -- the position that always wrecks me, the one that sends me over the edge without fail. He's saving that, teasing me with every other angle, every other pace, building the tension like only he can, making sure I'm trembling and desperate, my body wound tight, my mind blurry with need.

I can feel it building inside me -- that sharp, sweet pressure, the aching swell of pleasure, the electric buzz just under my skin. I'm balancing on that knife's edge, knowing it's coming, knowing he'll break me apart soon -- and desperate for it, aching for it, begging for it, even if I can't find the words through all the gasping, all the trembling, all the heat.

PART FIVE

Zak

We break away a couple of times early on, still teasing and trying to stretch it out. I stand beside the bed, hand her the wine glass, and take a sip of whiskey, catching my breath. I let her watch me, letting her eyes roam over me as I smirk down at her.

I reach for the basket next to the bed -- the one holding our stash of toys, maybe fifteen or twenty in total: vibrators, plugs, oils, towels, condoms (and yes, there's a dirty reason we have those around). These are the tools we keep close, and I've never been a man intimidated by using tools -- not in the garage, not in the bedroom. My garage is packed with gear; I can build just about anything. So why wouldn't I take that same mindset here, leaning into what our generation has access to, what we've learned, what we've dared to explore together?

Just last night, she cums so hard, she shoves the glass bottle of coconut oil off the bed mid-orgasm, smashing it in a wild, glorious mess we're both a little proud of.

Tonight, I carefully place the basket on the bed, lift the towel, and glance through everything, knowing she's watching every move.

Lucy

I watch as he grabs the oil, pours just enough onto his cock to give it that perfect, glistening shine -- the kind that makes my breath catch every time. That cock is mine. All mine. My favorite thing in the entire world.

He sets the oil back in the basket and then lays out a small selection of toys just outside it--a clear, deliberate message: these are for you, and you know exactly how we will use them.

Several clit vibrators (always a backup in case the battery dies), a few perfect plugs for my cute little ass -- and I can feel the anticipation roaring up inside me again.

Zak

I push her gently onto all fours, guiding her hips just right, making sure she knows this is it, that I'm finally going to give her the position she craves, the one that always, without fail, sends her over the edge. But just as she braces herself, ready, I pull back. I slide my cock along her ass, teasing her, slapping lightly, making her gasp, making her squirm.

Lucy

I'm trembling, thinking I'm about to get him, about to feel him fill me from behind, when suddenly, he's gone. His cock, hard as iron, carresses my ass cheek and then he gently smacks me with it.

I feel a shift, a pull back, the weight of him lowering down -- and then his mouth is on me.

His mouth works me over, tongue deep, his beard rough and soft at once against my skin -- that slightly red, Viking-like beard I love so much, now glistening and wet from me.

I lose myself, cumming fast, cumming hard, feeling every flick, every push of his mouth, every press of his tongue.

And then --

I gasp, the surprise shooting through me, but before I can even catch my breath, his tongue shifts deeper, more demanding, more wicked.

Zak

I love my little surprises. As I immerse myself in her juices with my tongue, I badly want to start involving her adorable little asshole. We both know it will get used tonight, and beyond the plug she's been wearing for hours now, it's time to bring her south mouth into play.

While having her on all fours, I slide my tongue from her slit up her ass, under her plug, and grab her plug with my teeth. I slowly pull it free with my teeth, drop it off the bed, and bury my tongue deep into her ass, sending her into another world.

Lucy

I feel his hand slide under me, finding mine, guiding it firmly where he wants -- coaxing me, reminding me, making sure I'm right there, entirely lost in the moment, fully tuned into every sensation. He makes sure I remember to touch myself, to circle my clit, even as his mouth finds my ass, his tongue teasing a place only he has ever claimed. There may have been others before him, but this is his, and we both know it.

My body shudders under his hands, gasps and moans spilling from my lips as the waves crash through me, one after another, each one harder to handle than the last.

And then I feel him move, rising behind me, his hands gripping my hips, guiding me into position -- onto all fours, my back arching instinctively, every nerve in my body awake, humming, ready.

When he slides inside me, it's slow, deliberate, savoring every inch. This thick, perfect stretch makes me cry out, my hands clutching the sheets, my body already trembling again, spiraling toward the next wild, unstoppable peak.

I can barely think, barely breathe -- every thrust, every deep push sends me spiraling, shaking, gasping his name, begging for more, even when my body's already close to overload. I feel his hand leave my hip, reaching --

Zak

I stretch toward the basket by the bed, fingers closing around one of her favorite toys -- the one that fits her perfectly, the one that slips into her ass with just the proper pressure, just the right hum of vibration.

Carefully but not too gently, deliberately, I ease it into place, feeling her gasp, her body tense, and her back arch even deeper.

Lucy

The moment it settles in, I'm gone again -- the mix of him inside me, the fullness, the vibration, the way his hands grip me just right -- it sends me rocketing over the edge.

I barely know where I am, only that I'm his, that I'm utterly wrapped up in the pleasure he's giving me, that nothing else matters but this, but us.

Zak

I hold her hips steady, feeling her shudder and clench as I push deeper, the low buzz of the toy in her backside adding that perfect extra edge.

Her gasps turn to cries, her cries to desperate moans, the sound of her body meeting mine filling the room, over the music still humming low in the background.

I set a steady, hard rhythm, watching the way her back can bend, the way her fists grip the sheets, the way her whole body shakes as I drive her through orgasm after orgasm.

Lucy

I can't stop -- can't come down -- every thrust, every shift of his angle, every extra tug of the toy inside me just sets me off again.

I'm lost in it, gasping, trembling, shaking so hard I barely stay upright, barely hold myself on hands and knees as he works me over, pushes me higher, keeps me riding wave after wave.

Zak

I bend down over her, pressing kisses along her spine, murmuring soft, dirty words into her ear -- telling her how perfect she is, how much I love watching her fall apart under me, how good she feels, how she's everything, everything.

I reach around, slipping fingers between her legs, feeling how drenched she is, circling just right, making her body jolt and shudder all over again as I keep thrusting deep and slow, never rushing, never letting the intensity slip.

Lucy

I whimper, body locking tight as another orgasm tears through me, my legs trembling, my whole body tipping into overload -- but even through it, I can't stop wanting more, needing more, taking every bit of him he gives me.

I reach back blindly, grasping for his hand, for anything to hold onto, feeling the raw, deep connection humming between us, the way it always does and always will.

PART SIX

Zak

I reach for the wedge pillow -- the one we always use when we want to shift things and change the view, angle, and intensity. Lucy curves her back just as she always does, lifting her hips slightly, letting me slide it under with practiced ease.

She knows what that means -- it gives me a perfect view and is one of my favorite setups.

We've spent countless nights like this, wrapped in each other, playing, teasing, pushing ourselves until we collapse, breathless and sore and grinning. Sometimes, when the pillow comes out, we're heading into that final stretch -- the thank-fuck stretch, the part where we finally let go, give in, and let the night crest.

But with me, she never quite knows. And that's precisely how I want it.

Lucy

I feel the familiar press of the pillow under me, his hands smoothing over my hips, his mouth tracing kisses along my skin, his fingers teasing and circling, always knowing exactly how to touch, coax, and make me melt.

He gives me my favorite clit toy, watching as I settle into the rhythm, watching as my body tightens and trembles all over again.

I feel the shift when he calls out to change the music -- the moment the soft, slow beats shift, and something darker, heavier, thrums through the speakers. Nine Inch Nails. My breath catches, my pulse spikes, a nervous, delicious thrill shooting through me.

Now things tip, the night moves from playful and intense to raw and unrelenting, when he pushes me right to the edge and then just a little beyond, always knowing how to leave me breathless, shaking, wrecked -- and begging for more.

Zak

The music pulses low and heavy in the background, filling the room with a dark, throbbing energy. I run my hands slowly along Lucy's stomach, down over her hips, her thighs, feeling her tense, feeling the way her breath catches, the way her body practically hums under my touch.

She doesn't know what I'll do next. She never knows. That's the point.

I grab her breasts, kiss her nipples, kiss her stomach, her thighs, feeling her squirm under me, feeling her body move and shudder. I let my hands linger, smoothing oil over her skin, allowing the warmth to settle in, watching her body react and anticipation build.

Lucy

I'm trembling already -- from the music, the mood, the pressure, the weight of his hands on me. He's slow, deliberate, always making sure to keep me guessing. Even after all this time, all these years, all these nights, I can never quite predict where he'll take me next.

I see him shift, the intensity rise, and I brace without meaning to, already dizzy from the buildup. I reach down, the clit toy buzzing in my hand, my body pulsing and clenching as the waves build faster, sharper, harder.

Zak

It's time for the big toy. The toy that stretches her ass to the point that my cock will come next. It's my spearhead. We don't always work this slow, but tonight I'm on a mission to make this last. I watch her, soak her in -- every sound, every shiver, every desperate little moan.

I turn it on, lift one leg, place the tip on her entrance, push in, pull back, use my oily thumb to oil her inside, then, in one meaningful push, I stop being easy. With that push, she knows she should be concerned now. She now knows that it's game on. It'll be scary, as the intensity grows, the music, the temperature - everything else becomes more intense.

I stay close, stay present, watch how her body responds, and watch how she lets go.

Lucy

I barely know where I am anymore -- just that I'm safe, his woman, wholly wrapped up in the moment, in the connection, in the wild, beautiful intensity of it all.

I give him everything. And I know, with every kiss, every touch, every deep, slow thrust, that he's giving it all back to me.

He's inside me now, my hips on our wedge pillow, my biggest toy in my ass and his hard-as-a-rock cock hitting every pleasure sensor I have inside my pussy.

There's this feeling of it being so new, yet it hasn't even been 48 hours since we've done something similar. Every time is the first time. This time feels just slightly different, though. His intensity is building, he grabs my nipples and pinches so hard I should scream, but instead I just moan louder. I'm egging him on to give it all to me.

Zak

I'm into the start of our final act. My cock can barely fit inside her pussy with her biggest plug taking up so much space. The pressure is intense, my diamond cutting cock is being squeezed, and I continue to pump it into her deep, slapping her pussy with my cock, hearing the wetness immerse the room.

I'm in awe of her tits -- I never thought of myself as a tits man until her. How could I choose, though? Do I have to? Her ass is the greatest thing you've ever seen, seven-wonders-of-the-world type. Her tits defy logic, don't make me choose. Right now her ass is down, and her tits are my world. I pinch and grab and am not shy about how much power I put into them.

I hear her say, "Choke me."

Fucking fuck, fuck yes.

I smoothly glide from her tits with my left hand to her neck. I grab her neck as she struggles with my body weight, my power, my cock, all of me at once. She struggles as I start to squeeze.

Lucy

With little consciousness, I play one of my last cards. I tell him to choke me, and I see his eyes go wild. Oh no, what did I just do? I grin with terror.

His hand starts to squeeze, and the familiar feeling of his power takes over. We play this game. I love this game. He takes me, he fucks me, he prevents me from getting new air into me. My throat starts to close, but this time he doesn't pull back. He holds it there, causing me to grow wild with terror. Then he continues, and he squeezes even harder.

Fuck, I didn't think he'd use this level of power on me, fuck, what is happening, fuck I am cumming, again.

PART SEVEN

Zak

I let off, smirking, and let her return to the present. We both realize that wasn't the finale -- I haven't fucked her ass yet, and we both know that is what's coming.

While she gathers herself, still lying face up on our wedge pillow, I grab a condom. She doesn't even know what the fuck is happening. I slide the condom onto my swollen cock. I pull her plug from her ass and add another layer of oil to her hot, swollen, wet cunt, thumbing the oil deep into her ass.

Now I'm back on top of her, her ass slightly elevated, I plunge my cock back into her pussy. She's regained some awareness as my condom-covered cock slides in -- it must feel somewhat foreign. The fullness of having both the plug and my cock is gone. It's almost as if we're making love again.

Lucy

The roller coaster is moving, and it's so much fun, but it feels like we might be holding hands and not screaming from the insane, unexpected movements.

In my subconscious, I know what's going to happen. He's going to give me this reprieve, let me enjoy what just happened while still slowly fucking me. Let me have what just happened, while giving me a constant, more normal level of pleasure. It's again the calm before the storm -- if you call calm a disheveled, had-ten-plus-orgasms, oiled-up mess calm. The part that makes me warm and fuzzy, yet all-knowing, it's about to get intense.

Then, just like that, he builds. Trenet Resnor sings "I want to fuck you like an animal" in the background. It's time.

Zak

I build, I fuck her pussy with power. She starts to act as if it's another pussy orgasm coming her way -- and that's when I pull out, shift, and plunge into her ass.

I'm not fucking around. I push in with gusto -- nothing reckless enough to end things in tears, but the kind of push that says I'm claiming this back door with authority.

She lets out a loud moan -- so loud the neighbors must be familiar with it by now. Oh fuck, the sounds Lucy makes could make anyone cum just from listening.

I pull out a little, push in a little more, more, more. I'm slow but long with my motion. We know from practice that she loves anal, but she'll regret it tomorrow if we go too rough too soon. It takes all my willpower to fuck her ass with some sort of measure.

I fuck her hard, grabbing her stomach, her thighs, her unreal tits. I pinch her nipples, rolling them tight between my fingers, pushing to see how far I can take it -- and she doesn't flinch. I clamp down as hard as I can, and she only moans louder, hungrier. Fuck, this girl takes everything I give her -- and craves more.

I wrap both hands around her throat as I keep fucking her, tightening just enough to cut off her air -- heart racing, lungs straining, brain swimming. Her eyes lock onto mine, a perfect mix of please stop and don't you fucking dare. Her hips writhe beneath me, chasing the buildup we both feel coming. We know this is going to break her -- a monster orgasm, maybe the last her body can take tonight.

Lucy

It's time. This is it -- the moment addicts chase their whole lives, the ultimate high they destroy themselves for. But it's mine, only mine. No one else gets this. I get to feel a pleasure I never even knew existed ten years ago -- and somehow, it's only gotten more intense with him. We've worked for this, fucked for this, obsessed over it, perfected it. His greatest kink is wrecking me with pleasure, over and over, until I can't take any more -- and fuck, it's taken me so long just to let go, to receive. But now we're here. He devours me, pleasures me, owns me -- and knowing that drives him wild. Holy fuck, what a life.

His cock is bulging inside my ass. It stretches me and fills me with pleasure that makes all of me tingle with indescribable feelings. He's fucking me with control, a domination that feels out of control, but I know he knows what he's doing. He's got me, and I give in to him. He builds and builds as his cock pulses in my ass, my pussy pulsing with electricity. I'm probably cumming right now, but I don't have a clue what the fuck is happening because of how fucking great I feel in this moment. The next moment is even greater than the last, and again.

This may finally be it.

Zak

This is the moment we've built up to over the last six hours. The final penetration of the night. Time to make it count. I stop being so nice to her ass -- I fuck it harder and harder as she buzzes her clit toy. It's on high, and my cock begins to bottom out with rhythm. She's almost there. She is there.

It's massive, tidal-wave massive, she's screaming at the top of her lungs as her final release starts. She's reached the top of this roller coaster and is screaming all the way down.

Now for the trick with this treat.

I yank my cock out and rip off my condom.

I plunge my cock back deep into her swollen pussy and go to town. We didn't know she could scream louder -- and she is. It's cardio time, let's-fuck time. I pound her pussy. Her clenching means it's now time for me to finally have mine.

Lucy

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!!! He's pulled out of my ass, ripped his condom off, and now he's fucking my pussy on expert mode. If I could think, I'd know this is it for him, too. If I knew what was going on, I would've known now is the moment he's going to unload this fuckfest's worth of cum into my swollen pussy.

He starts to unload, which is my last stop on this roller coaster. He's stiff with pleasure, making his moans as he unloads into me. I give him everything I've got to make sure he gets his release. I yank on his balls as he buries it deep and freezes as he shoots ropes deep into me. I grab, I tear at his back with my fingernails, I reach up and attempt to choke him as he cums and cums and cums.

It's finally over.

He's still inside me, hips heavy against mine as my fingers lazily stroke over him, the other hand trailing over his skin with a gentler touch now. We're panting, sweating, laughing -- the air around us electric, thick with heat and the raw, satisfied pulse of something wild finally tamed.

We both break into breathless laughter as I murmur, full of raw relief, "Oh fuck, yes... It's over."

PART EIGHT

Zak

I collapse against her, arms wrapping tight around her body, feeling the slow rise and fall of her chest, the little tremors still pulsing through her. She shivers -- not from cold, but from the aftershocks rippling through every nerve. I press my lips to the back of her neck, close to her ear, my voice low, rough, and warm as I whisper how much I love her.

I feel her body shaking still, and I say it again, slower this time, like a promise. I pull her tighter into me, holding her in our perfect, messy spooning tangle, both of us trying to come back to ourselves, to something calmer, something more human, after everything we just tore through.

Lucy

"Fuck... oh fuck... that escalated quickly."

Zak

I can't help but laugh -- it's one of our lines, one of those little things we always throw at each other when things get intense. We drift in soft banter, breathlessly recounting the moments that leave us wrecked.

I tell her how shocked I was at just how hard I could pinch her nipples, how far I pushed it with choking her, how I was only using maybe half the strength I could have.

Then, I go still.

My voice drops -- deep, low, dark, brushing against her skin.

"You know I could kill you, right?"

Lucy

A slow, exhausted smile spreads across my lips as I press back into him, safe, spent, wrapped in everything we are. My eyes flutter closed, a soft, shaky breath slipping free.

"I know," I whisper back, the words barely a breath.

Zak

I pull her in even tighter, kissing her shoulder one last time, the edge of a smile tugging at my mouth as I murmur against her skin, quiet and sure.

"Just not tonight."