The days that lead to weeks into months were filled with memories and fantasies of the next time she would see him. Taste him. Kiss him. Smell him. More often than not those fantasies were fueled by a longing that was palpable and an as of yet, unquenchable desire for him.
The days leading up to their reunion, visions of that first kiss and tight embrace would give way to memories of his touch. The way his hands are large and firm yet baby soft. A simple caress down the length of her arm slays her, leaving her a quivering mess. The feel of his beard at the base of her neck sends her sex juices spilling and then he proceeds to torture her with firm yet slow and teasing lovemaking. she sigh out loud at the thought.
And yet, as soon as they kiss in the hallway, not far from his room, slow and sweet is the furthest thing from her mind. She devours each of his kisses as if she’s never been kissed before, grabbing his face and pulling herself up on her tiptoes as she enjoys the feel of his beard along his strong jawline. And then he growled.
Something in her snapped as she grabbed at his belt, fumbling about to undo it as he takes his hands off of her swollen breasts long enough to unhook her bra. Looking up at him she grins and slides to her knees, bringing his jeans down around his legs along with her. Her fingers tremble as she reaches into his boxers to reveal his hard, delicious cock. Oh god, his cock. How she’s longed to flick her tongue across the silken smooth head before engulfing it with her mouth, salivating in lust as she spends time worshipping at the altar of his deliciousness. Her hands fast at work, touching him, caressing his balls and tickling that soft patch of skin between his balls and his ass, she’s wet in anticipation and yet still lets out a “hmpf” and pouts when he can’t take it any longer and pulls her up, tossing her backwards on the bed.
“Get on your hands and knees” he commands, as if he has to command at all. She finds herself on all fours, pushing her ass back at him, not wanting to wait. No, don’t make me wait she moans and with that first deep thrust he sets off a frenzy he couldn’t stop if he wanted to. She has no other thought than to cum and cum hard. Fast. She was wound tight and begged for that blessed relief. The relief that only he knew how to coax from her multiple times, time and time again. “Oh god lover, please don’t stop” she whimpers, “don’t stop. fuck me. hard. use me. take me. harder.” the words tumble out over one another. “Slow down Baby” he huskily implores “we have time.”
She grinds back in answer, her pussy clenching and demanding as her hips undulate. Looking for the best angle to impale herself on his glistening cock. The scent of their co-mingled sex only further fanning her fire. “Shut up..” she mewls as her eyes rolls to the back of her head and she gives into the pleasure she gasps as she falls over the edge.
is me is really me 