My Boyfriend Tells Me No

This is another fantasy story...

My boyfriend moved in with me last week.  We met on the Internet a year ago and slowly, slowly became a real couple.

It's been hard.  We only saw each other once a month and sometimes it was longer than that.  We perfected the art of phone sex.

He called me most nights, already pushing his hard dick through his hand for a while, just about ready to come so that I would hear the good part.

"Oh, baby," he would say breathing hard.  I would hear the sound of his hand working his shaft, wet from lotion moving quickly.  He knew how wet it made me to listen to that.

He would moan and grunt and say my name over and over until he came and it set me on fire.

When we would get together for a weekend we hardly did anything but fuck.

But we both felt good about our relationship because, after all, most of our time was spent apart so of course our relationship couldn't have been based on sex.  We talked about everything.  Talking was all we had.

We talked on the phone like teenagers stuck in their parents' homes.  Longing for each other but with no other choice.

When he decided to move here, move in with me, I was overjoyed.  I was counting down the days.

Now it has been one week and I have to tell the story.

The first day he arrived and the day was spent moving his things into my place.  There was plenty of room.  There was a space in my home for everything he owned.  Nothing had to be moved to the side or thrown out.  I was prepared.

Still, it took us hours of moving and setting up and we were exhausted that first night.  We barely had the energy to eat a frozen pizza and pass out.

The next morning, however, I woke up wet and ready for him.  I slipped out of bed and brushed my teeth then got back into bed naked and wrapped my arms around him.

He was sleeping soundly so I carefully pulled his pajama bottoms down and off.  His dick was hard as a rock, as it was every morning and he stirred a little pulling me close to him to snuggle.

His arms were wrapped around me tight so I couldn't move very well.  His shaft was against my stomach so I couldn't just mount him then and there.

I tried to move up but when I squirmed from his grip he whispered, "what are you doing?"

What am I doing?  This is a man I have never been in the same room with for 24 hours without fucking.

What was he doing?!

I kissed his neck and his face.  He kissed me back and completely loosened his grip.  Now I could wrap my legs around his waist and I did.  Now his stiff, glistening head was against my wet pussy.  I moaned in his ear.  I would have to reach down to put him inside me, or move just the right way but again, he had me pinned.

This time his arms were around my back and my arms were above his.  I ran my fingers through his hair and held his face in my hands, kissing him and licking his tongue.

"I want you," I whispered.

But he whispered back, "no."

He kept kissing me so I thought perhaps he was playing and I moved my wet lips against the head of his penis, assuming he would roll me on my back and plunge into me momentarily.

He kept kissing me and holding me where I was.

After a few minutes I was so ready for him that I realized I might come just from moving against him like that.  I was breathing hard.

"What's wrong," I whispered, "what are you doing?'

He smiled at me and rolled me onto my back.  Yes, I thought.  Now I'm going to get it.

He took my hands and held them pinning my arms back above my head.  I arched my back pushing against him, so ready to feel him inside me.

He said, "let's try something new."  He kissed my neck and ears gently, slowly as he explained to me.

"We are together now for real.  I'm going to be here with you from now on.  So let's cool it on the sex.  Let's see how we can do without it for a while."

"I want to make sure this relationship isn't based on distance and weekends full of fucking.  Let's be a couple without the sex for a while and see how we do."

I was so close to coming at this point, as he sucked on my ear and whispered in it that I could barely understand the words he said.

"Please," I begged.  I wanted to wrap my legs around him and pull him into me but he had me pinned down so I could not move at all.

"I need you inside me now." I gasped.  "Please."

"No." He moved down, still pinning me, and sucked on my nipple.  I was so wet that I could smell myself.

"I need you," I moaned pushing myself against him.  Grinding against his body.

He reached down and grabbed his cock.  He let me see him stroke himself.

"Is this what you want?"  He asked me.

But with my now free hand I reached down and touched myself.  I couldn't wait any more.

I pushed a finger inside myself and rubbed my clit with the same dripping wet finger.

He laughed then and said, "ok, ok" but it was too late.  I was already coming.  As I arched my back and closed my eyes he pushed my hand away and fell into me.

I screamed in ecstasy to feel his huge rod inside me just as I was coming.  I wrapped my legs around his back and rocked against him.

He blew his load right then and there as well.

We lay there, panting and I asked him, "did you mean it?"

He kissed my neck, still panting, "no, babe, I just wanted to try something different."

That's why I love my man.