She cried for "Mercy!"

Have you ever been completely fucked out?  It seems strange to say that.  Since December of last year we have been on this crescendo of sex that has led us to this past week where pain and pleasure have mixed into one...

We have pushed our bodies to the limit and if you recall Mr. Neo, he can't say no to me.   Many times a day- in the car, in the hot tub, in the shower, on the floor, on the porch...everywhere except the kitchen table.  And not just lovely, sweet, slow sex, but increasingly rough, guttural sex.
Last night, I finally cried "mercy!" like when we were kids.

So, last night we came home from a wonderful Easter day at the beach.  There is nothing that gets me hotter for my man than the ocean (and actually a hot tub or a warm summer pool works well, too).   He knows this very well and in the past when it was really a challenge to turn me on he used this to his advantage.  Worked every time.  But, yesterday had no need for an ulterior motive and it was just a relaxing day with a lot of knowing looks given to each other.  Memorable moments from the day...

His sandy hand on my leg and the thought that I want that hand to move lower.  Then, he drops little bits of sand on me and lets it trickle down my thigh.

Him sitting in between my legs leaning back.  Digging my feet into the cool sand beneath the surface.  He scoops more and buries my feet on either side of him and pats them down gently.  I whisper in his ear "it feels like you're binding me up with sand."

At home I asked if we could just be gentle tonight.  (As a side note, Neo can be so tender and gentle, but when I get to asking for more...well, I have to ask him before hand not to listen to my pleas)  In the hot tub something happened, I ended up sitting on the edge of the seat facing him, legs wide, kissing hard, nipping his neck, smelling the salt and suntan oil still on his skin, and his fingers entered me.  His thumb started going deep and he had me throwing my head back in complete ecstasy.  He found my g-spot and I didn't want him to stop.  He changed hands several times to keep me going.  I grabbed his forearm and helped him.  The heat of the tub had us sweating, so we came in the house and continued.  He put me on my back on the bed with a towel under me.  I was soaking wet and it wasn't from the water.  He continued to finger fuck me and lick me at the same time.  I was in another world there, the pain of my sensitive clit forgotten.  Then I was on the floor on all fours and he was behind me.  I whipped my hair to the side and inadvertently caught a glimpse of us there in the long four foot mirror that has been propped against the wall since we moved into this house.  He didn't notice, so I said, "honey LOOK!"  He saw us, let out a grunt, and pounded into me with renewed strength.  I wanted him to smack my ass and with one loud "Whack!" He came inside me.  I fell forward onto the floor and with panting breath said "Mercy! I give."

I'm not sure Neo knows what I meant by that.  Today of course, horny little me got online and started reading blogs and joined Twitter.  I text him in the middle of the day and I asked him to say no to me tonight because I am sore and I actually can't say no to him anymore.  (What a foreign concept.)  Do you know what he said to that?  "It's not up to me to tell you No to something you want!"  Oh great...so I resolved to be a good girl and not do anything too over the top tonight...

Eh, that didn't work.  I'm a bad bad girl.  We had some of the hottest foreplay in the room and ended up out in our new Gazebo with the curtains closed, my skirt pulled up, and having a nice fuck in a patio chair.  Well???  It needed to be christened, didn't it?  ;)