Wet story

It was planned. It's my fetish but he was willing to do whatever made me happy. I sent him videos to watch days before so he knew what he was getting himself into. He was excited himself and that just made me want it so much more.

We experimented here and there with it during the day. Trying to go while being hard was an adjustment for him but he got the hang of it rather quickly as he became more comfortable with me. Even feeling the small squirts of it had my head reeling.

Anyway...

The anticipation was thrilling. It was late. We had come home from a night of drinking and after we had sex again we just laid in bed mindlessly watching television and waiting for that desperate urge to go set in. I can't even tell you how many glasses of water he drank. I just kept hearing the ice clink in the glass and he'd move for a refill. He wanted to be able to pee as much as he could. Make it last for me so he wanted to hold it in. After a while we both dozed off.

Early morning came and I felt him gently wrap his arm around me.

He whispered in my ear "Baby, there's something I need to take care of."

Even though I was still slightly dazed I was immediately wet from the way I was woken. I turned over and jokingly told him to hold it for another hour. He pulled me closer and I could tell he was struggling to hold it. I felt my way down to where he was already hard and began to stroke him while I woke up. I leaned down and took him into my mouth while I continued to stroke. He let out a soft moan and I felt some spill into my mouth. I swallowed and licked my lips. I was utterly shocked that he'd go this far and I loved every bit of it. I snickered quietly and he grabbed my shoulders to pull me back up to him.

I smiled and rubbed my nose against his cheek as I straddled him. I slid him inside me and started riding. It was easier this time. I felt the hot liquid start pouring in to me as I moved up and down. Of all the times we've made love I'd never heard him moan quite like this. Desperation, passion, pleasure, all wrapped up in a single sound. Pure ecstasy to listen to as he moaned against my ear. Every time I slid down against his stomach I felt the pressure of it deep into my abdomen. A hot, intense, ballooning effect as it filled me deep inside.

When I finally lifted myself off of him it was a fast, warm, gush all over the two of us. We both laughed. We weren't done yet. We laid together for a moment until he needed to go more. He kneeled over me and peed on me this time. It flooded over my groin, stomach, chest, neck. It was relatively relaxing and I couldn't get enough of it. Before the cold air hit he laid down on top of me and we finished making love. Close doesn't even begin to describe the connection between you nor is sensational strong enough to express how it feels