Hurts So Good

This weekend was Fake Valentines Day with the Chief.

We have made a tradition out of not celebrating Valentines Day on Valentines Day. For one it's usually busy with stressed out grouchy people, and for two it's never the intimate sensual experience we'd like it to be.

This year, we really went all out for it. We got all sexy and dressed up for each other... in our sweat pants and bunny hugs. We ordered in pizza. We watched a movie with family. And it was perfect. Don't get me wrong. We got KY His and Hers to try out, and I put rose petals on the bed and the floor and had tea lights ready to go. Totally romantic.

And when we decided we were tired we cuddled up on the downstairs couch, put in a DVD and finished off the most epic Fake Valentines Day ever.

Now by DVD I mean porn. And by cuddle I meant we fucked before during and after every sex scene on the DVD. On the couch and the floor, on our clothes and the quilt and around the fitness equipment. Well I guess we DID  cuddle in between for a quick breather, grabbed a quick drink of water and went straight back to it. It was fucking hot. The Chief was a fucking porn star- hard as a rock, could have gone for hours after I was begging for a finish. And he was in the mood to be bossy. Which is a change, a sexy awesome dirty change, usually the Chief is shy and quiet and lets me be in charge. Not tonight. Tonight he ordered me to the floor where he fucked me from behind till it hurt. Then flipped me on my back, then demanded that I watch the porn and bounce on his cock. He asked nicely once if there was anyway I wanted it, but I was pretty much too sex-drunk to answer in any coherent way, I could barely stand straight.  So he fucked me on the floor so more, and on the couch some more and when he was ready to cum he ordered me to suck his cock and take it all. And I did.

He somehow managed to get me tucked into bed, shivering and quivering with orgasmic after shocks, too exhausted to move on my own. And we fell asleep. With my head on his chest, snuggled against his body- his arm pulling me closer. And who says sex isn't romantic?

As a side note, the morning after was a nasty, nasty whore. I *STILL* was exhausted (obviously time to hit the gym...) and not with it. We made love, soft and slow and quiet in the early hours of the morning.

And when the Chief got home he texted me the sweetest thing a man has ever said to me. "Babe, I fucking love you. And my cock hurts. I pounded you so hard." Don't worry babe, it's going to take me all week to recover... thank god you're gone till Friday   :)