Lose Control (Teddy Swims)
"Come on, fuck, just…fuck…oh come the fuck on!" I tossed the vibrator when it died just before my orgasm crashed into me.
I buried my face in my pillow and screamed my frustration.
While I lay there having a whole ass tantrum at 30 years old, I caught sight of the half-naked picture of my wife that sat on my nightstand.
It'd been six months of using my fingers and buying batteries for my vibrator while she shook her ass on a European tour.
She'd promised me that this was the last one because her knees weren't what they used to be.
It was hard to believe her when this was the fourth time she'd made the promise.
My phone buzzed from somewhere in the covers, and I reached around until I felt the buzz beneath my fingers.
At least some things knew how to vibrate.
My attitude faded when I saw Britt's face pop up on FaceTime.
"Hey, Baby." She sounded muffled.
"Aren't you supposed to be dancing in Amsterdam today?"
"Yeah, but I decided to come home instead."
"Wait! What?!"
I sat up and flashed my tits at my wife.
"Were you fucking yourself again?" She chuckled, "I'm starting to think you have a problem."
"It's not my fault that your high sex drive set standards in our marriage, you are all over me when you're home, then you leave me, and I start fucking dripping like a faucet!"
"Don't worry Baby, I'll be home to take care of you in an hour."
"Promise me."
"I promise."
"Are you hungry?"
"I'll worry about food, you just keep yourself warm for me."
"Say less."
By the time Britt stepped off the elevator into our penthouse, I was freshly showered, lying naked on our chaise lounge.
What I didn't expect was to see her in a boot that went up to mid-thigh.
I'd been rubbing myself towards an orgasm but then stopped when I saw the real reason she'd come home.
Just as I was about to get up to greet her she glared at me.
"Don't you dare stop fucking yourself. I'm fine, my dancing career ended a few months early, but I got a big ass check."
"Let me take care of you, B." I moaned as I kept moving my fingers in slow circles.
"You will, I have surgery on my knee next week, you'll be able to take care of me then. For now, while I can still walk, I want to fuck you in every way I can."
"Oh, God!" I shuddered as I came.
"You're ruining the couch."
"Fuck this couch."
She grinned and then nodded towards the bedroom.
"Go get over the bed. I want you spread open for me and ready."
I bit my lip as I stood on shaking legs.
She raised her eyebrow, and I moved as fast as humanly possible to do what she wanted.
Feeling her touching me again as I bent over the bed, her fingers deep inside me as I gripped the sheets made me feel like putty.
I was sweaty as her beautiful fingers worked me through two more orgasms.
When she went to press another finger inside me, I clamped my legs closed, "I need a break…please, B."
"Finally had enough?"
"I'll never get enough of you, B."
"That's right. Hungry?"
"Yes."
"Good."
I lay there, boneless while she moved around behind me.
When she appeared in my line of sight, she was naked and spreading her legs.
I grinned as I looked up at her.
It wasn't often that I ate her out while I was on my knees but from her position at the end of the bed, I knew this was going to be one of those times.
I shuffled close to her and lifted her legs gently over my shoulders, not sure how bad her bandaged knee hurt when it was moved too quickly.
"Is this okay? I don't want to hurt you more."
"Eat." She said to me when I had dropped one too many teasing kisses everywhere but her clit.
I buried my face into her heat and groaned when her nails scratched my scalp as she held me in place.
And then she danced for me, fucking my face.
"Santana! I love you, fuck….yes, right there. Fingers…please?"
"I have nails," I said to her when I looked up at her.
We'd made that mistake once and she bit her lip.
"Get Maurice."
"Yeah?"
"Is it clean?"
"Of course."
"Hurry up…I'm close."
I scrambled to grab her favorite toy and pressed into her.
I watched her face reach ecstasy before attaching my lips to her clit again.
We were a tangle of lips, soft touches, and groans as we fucked, made love, and orgasmed until we could barely move.
And finally, after an eternity, I was finally satiated.
That night as I fell asleep with Britt's body wrapped around mine, I knew that there was nothing better.
All that mattered was us, right then, together.
"You okay, Baby?" She mumbled before sucking my earlobe into her ear.
I shivered.
"Yes, B. Don't start something neither of us has the energy to finish."
"Speak for yourself, Babe, I have the stamina to go all night."
"Right now, B, this right here is more than enough. When you're not here I feel like I'm walking around aimless."
"You have a super busy job too."
"Exactly, so imagine how annoying it is when I show up late to the studio cranky and out of control because I haven't had my fix."
"Am I your fix?"
"Always, B."
"I like the sound of that."
"I like the sound of you." I flirted.
"Prove it, fuck me to sleep."
I slipped from her arms and looked down at her gorgeous body. "Say less, B." I said before crashing my lips into hers.
All these years later, I was amazed at just how well we fit together.
She was my songbird as I fucked her slowly, hovering above her as she looked up at me with all the love in the world.
"I love you so much, Britt."
"I love you too, Santana, para siempre." She shuddered and whimpered. "Please don't tease me, I need it harder." She begged.
"Your wish is my command."