For Our Entertainment

They say that sex should be fun and as adventurous as possible. We try to make it fun and adventurous. Once, we tried to go all out like making love outdoors - somewhere secluded, of course. I get shy, you see but my other half, well, he is not one to be dared. There are times we would tease and finish each other without the big do. There once where we tried to do the kinky stuff but we decided that is for when we are both frisky.

Most of the time, we enjoy the good old fashion passionate sex - whether it is just on the bed or on the faux fur rug in front of the fireplace. To us, that was the time for adoration and appreciation. That was the moment where it was just us; embracing each other and telling how much we love each other, in our own little world.

However, there was one night, we were doing the do. He was tired, so I told him I would be on top. So, I was straddling him while his hands held my waist, assisting my movement. Before getting lost in the euphoria of it all, I thought of experimenting something with him. I thought I could arouse the man by whispering lyrics into his ears. Recalling how sexy Adam Lambert’s For Your Entertainment is, I made the cheeky decision to just recite the lyrics into his ear at the height of our night.

“So hot, out the box. Can you pick up the pace? Turn it up, heat it up. I need to be entertained,” I whispered into his ear in between moans. He stopped me from grinding and grinned. That grin alone was an indication that it had given him ideas.

“Push the limit. Are you with it? Baby, don't be afraid, I’m a hurt 'ya real good, baby,” he whispered back, pulling me down so he could kiss my lips. I responded to his kisses, filled with passion until I realised something.

“Wait, what?” I stopped kissing him. I was on top of him and looking down at him when I studied that smirk. “Let's go it's my show. Baby, do what I say. Don't trip off the glitz that I'm gonna display,” I paused as I leant down, staring into his eyes. He enjoyed every single moment of intimacy. Beyond those hazel eyes, I realised he was up to something. But knowing him, he is always up to something. Kissing his cheek, I worked my way to his ear. Gently, I pulled his earlobe with my teeth. That was enough to make him gasp and from the way he moved, I knew that had turned him on. Even his breathing sounded heavier. The way he looked at me and bit his lower lips, I knew he was hungrier than he was earlier on. “I told ya I'm a hold ya down until you're amazed. Give it to ya 'til you're screaming my name,” I continued cheekily, just to feed my curiosity.

To my surprise, things were going to get more interesting when he laid me down and towered over me. Again, his grin told it all. “No escaping when I start. Once I'm in I own your heart,” he whispered back. My moan filled our room as he rammed deep inside me. I could not control my volume but he continued anyway, “There's no way you'll ring the alarm. So hold on until it's over. Oh, do you know what you got into? Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do? 'Cause it's about to get rough for you. I’m here for your entertainment.” He rested his forehead against mine then planted a gentle kiss on my nose.

I caught him off guard as I rolled him off me and straddled him again, “Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet. Ya thought an angel swept you off ya feet but I'm about to turn up the heat. I’m here for your entertainment,” I said. He sat up and wrapped his arms around my body while I wrapped my arms around his neck as we continued on thrusting and grinding. It felt so good when he filled me with his length, sliding it in and out of my entrance. As we did it, I started getting uncomfortable. My body was getting weak from the intense love making. I could feel my inner wall tightened around his girth. After a while, it was starting to get uncomfortable for me. My legs were getting weaker, fatigue was coming over me.

He slowed down his pace when he noticed the discomfort in my body movement and the fatigue on my face. “It's alright. You'll be fine. Baby, I'm in control. Take the pain. Take the pleasure. I’m the master of both. Close your eyes, not your mind. Let me into your soul,” he whispered into my ear as he cupped the back of my head.

“I’m a work it 'til you're totally blown,” I moaned, throwing my head back, as he kissed my chest. His warm hand on my back kept my body from falling backwards. That is the beautiful thing about him, I felt safe whenever I am with him. With him, I know there someone will always be there to catch me when I fall. Not just during sex, but for everything.

We went on whispering the lyrics of the song - following its order. Before long, I was underneath him again. His hands were all over my body while I dug my nails into his broad back. As I could feel myself reaching an orgasm, I wrapped my legs around his waist. Verbal words turned to wordless moans when he picked up his pace. I clung on to him tightly. We came at the same time when he shoved himself deep inside me, both of us calling out for each other's names. He pulled his flaccid member out as his release oozed out of me. The sheet beneath me was wet with our bodily fluids at the intensity of our lovemaking. His body fell next to me as he caught his breath. As soon as his breathing stabilised, he brought me into his arms. Beneath his chest, where I rested my hand, I could feel his heart pounding. He wiped the sweat from my forehead and smiled at me.

“That was intense, wasn’t it?” he panted. I reached up to kiss him. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered. His hands caressing my shoulder. I was tired and I knew he was, too. We enjoyed the moment being in each others’ embrace when he started humming a familiar tune.

“How do you know the lyrics Adam Lambert’s ‘For Your Entertainment’ flawlessly?” I asked out of curiosity.

“I've watched you wearing only in your panties, dancing to that song more than enough times for me to know,” he smirked, kissing my forehead.

“I do not!” I protested.

“Of course you do. Now, enough with this Adam Lambert guy. You are sleeping with Jacob Frye, not Adam Lambert. You are in love with Jacob Frye, not Adam Lambert. And that song is not that great anyway,” he said cockily as he closed his eyes to sleep.

Yeah right, Jacob Frye. If that song isn’t that great, how did you manage to memorise every single line of the song?

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