We’ve been apart for so long. Late nights on web chat have kept us going. Me, staring as you do stripteases. You, trying not to laugh as I try to find the “right angle” but really I’m just trying to find a way for my manhood took look bigger on camera. What can I say, we’ve all got our insecurities.
But finally, it’s time to be together again. My flight lands at 3.
You pick me up from the airport and we hug and kiss and get honked at to move along. Your lips are the greatest I’ve ever come in contact with. I don’t know if you do anything behind the scenes to make them so perfectly soft, but they’re like heaven.
We try to make conversation but we’re just too giddy about being together again.
We’re like that all through lunch. And then you drop me off at my place. I creep inside to check, but my roommate is home. And we want space. So you go home and we wait just a little longer. I shower the plane off of me and you tell me your place is deserted.
So I get dressed all nice for our date and head over to you.
I walk through the door and wonder why we’re dressed at all. Immediately my back is against the door and you’re unbuttoning my shirt. We’re kissing, our mouths mingling, our tongues fighting like hungry snakes that just can’t get enough, only breaking apart for the removal of clothes.
By the time we break apart I’m only in my jeans, and you’re only in your bra and panties. I turn you around and push you against the door in my place. Your hands go down and fiddle with my button but I stop you.
I tell you to stay where you are and gather up our clothes, running to your room and throwing them all in, just in case.
I come back to you and you are still against the door, just where I left you. I take you by the hand and guide you to a chair.
I know you’ve been working so hard, so I start to massage your shoulders. You appreciate it, but you’re frustrated. We’re here to come not to sooth. But I continue.
My hands go up your neck, into your hair, then back down, along your shoulders. Then lower. And a little lower. Soon enough I’m pressing at the top of your breaths and your eyes have fluttered closed from the contact.
My hands make their way inside and give them a massage of their own. You breath out in satisfaction.
My hands travel back up and I press your neck some more. As I do that I crouch behind the chair.
My hands on your neck are replaced by my tongue, my hands traveling down to unclasp your front clasping bra.
I don’t know what you’re enjoying better. My kisses and tonguing up and down your neck, or my hands cupping your now free breasts. But now you’re almost naked and nervous that someone will come in, so we stand and scurry off into your room.
I throw you on the bed and climb on top of you, kissing you hungrily. Our tongues are flying. My hands travel up your nearly naked body, gliding fingers gently over you stomach and thighs, massaging your breasts, avoiding your pussy.
Your hands come down and unbutton my jeans, pull down the zipper, and pull my member out, hard because of you and only you.
You give me a tug and we slow down. I’m still over you, my hands on either side of your head holding myself up as we kiss, and you slowly stroke me underhand.
I get on your side, and kick off my pants. Now I’m naked. You continue to slowly stroke me as my hand travels between your legs, pressing your pussy on the underwear.
That’s enough though. I reluctantly, but firmly, pull away from you and position myself between your legs. Leaning forward, I give you panty-clad pussy a kiss before hooking my fingers on the waistband and pulling the panties off you, your legs shooting straight up in the air.
As I do my tongue trails behind the moving underwear on your left leg, from your ass, all the way to the tip of your toe.
Then I take your other leg and kiss down its length. Kisses with tongue, no tongue, only tongue, wet, dry, sloppy, until I reach the end of your inner thigh and stop again. You whimper in anticipation.
I lean forward. My arms hook under you thighs and rest on you stomach. You feel my breath on your pussy for a moment, and then it’s on.
I kiss your nether lips, my tongue trails up and down them. I’m slow, but deliberate. Jesus you taste so fucking good. It may be better if I included my hands but my ego enjoys getting you off with just my mouth. I kiss, and lick and pleasure you just the way I know you like it.
Finally my tongue goes up and presses the flat of it on your clit, making you scream. You grind against me as my mouth closes in on a big piece of pussy and start to suck on you. I press down on your stomach so you slow down. You have a habit of forcing out the orgasm, I want it to come at its own pace.
My mouth opens wide, my top lip staying on your clit as my tongue travels down and stabs into your pussy making you gasp. It hooks up and out and comes back up to close my mouth around your clit again. You tell me you love it and not to stop. So I don’t.
I repeat this motion over and over and over. Each with the exact same speed. Never giving in to your attempts to make me go faster. My hands travel up and pinch your nipples softly, rubbing them between my fingers. It’s the last straw.
You start to come and I feel the rush of your on and in and around my mouth, but my motion never changes. I just keep it going and going and going and you keep coming and coming and coming, into a second orgasm, screaming without a care in the world.
I love watching you. I love hearing you. Nothing makes me hornier.
Finally I slow down as your moans subside and let my mouth detach from you.
You lay there panting and I go to your side, kissing you cheeks and brushing the damp hair away from you, my fingertips traveling up and down your stomach gracefully.
Eventually you turn and kiss me, and I kiss you back. You’re stroking me and start kissing down my body but I stop you. I want this to be about you. So I ask you if you want me on the top or bottom. And you respond with the sexiest line possible.
“Top…then bottom.”
I smile and climb on top of you once again. You stroke me as I give your nipples the attention they never truly got, sucking both of them, just as much for me as for you.
Finally we find a pillow and put it under you. I position myself between your legs and slowly, very slowly, ease into you. We like trying without lube to start, just to see if it will work. And today it does.
Slowly I ease half my length into you before pulling back out and then back in, giving a little more each time. I do this over and over until my entire length is inside you. When I hear your sounds of pleasure we start rocking our hips together. I lean forward and press our naked bodies together as our lower halves fall into a rhythm.
Five soft slow, 3 hard and slow, 7 soft , 5 hard, 5 soft , three hard…
We kiss so much, lips to be chapped afterwards. Our hands all over each other. Yours on my back and face and hair and hips. Mine on your breasts and hips and face and hair. Just constantly pressing in, kissing softly on soft strokes, kissing roughly on hard strokes.
Finally I feel you pull away from my mouth and your sounds get louder. I clamp my mouth on you neck and beg you to cum for me. Your pussy tightens around my length. I try to slowly continue thrusting inside as you cum. You yell at me not to stop so I don’t, but your tightening makes it hard for me not to cum myself. I bite you softly, clutching the pillow by your ears to keep myself at bay.
Your orgasm subsides but you pull and push my hips to continue. I tell you I’m too close so I pull out of you and hold myself with one hand, making sure I don’t come. I bend down instead, licking your lips softly, sucking your clit and entering a finger inside you, slowing it down as a second enters and play up the way I remember you liking. The way I got so much practice with before we started having sex.
I feel a little bad I couldn’t keep going, but this maneuver works in its own different way, and I feel your pussy tighten again soon on my fingers as they pleasure your mound to the best of their abilities and you clutch at the bed sheets with a vice grip.
This time when I pull out of you, you don’t need recovery time.
You pounce on me, my head at the foot of the bed and kiss me deep, stroking me a little, a sexy new look of ravishment in your eyes.
You ask if I’m ready and I nod, thinking I am. Positioning yourself above me, I hold you open wide so we can comfortably bring you down on my length. I watch your face contort as you do and finally it’s all the way in, and you’re sitting down on me. Your eyes open again and I gulp.
You ride me frantically, your hands on my chest. I tell you to slow down and let it happen by itself but you don’t listen, chasing the next high. I’m a little overwhelmed, but I have to admit, it’s doing the job. My member returns to peak hardness, feeding the cycle of you riding harder, making it harder, and so on and so on.
Eventually the sensations are so strong I have to stop myself from reaching up and touching you. Stop myself from looking at you at risk of coming. I close my eyes and focus on staying hard for you as you close in on orgasm once again. I can’t resist taking your hands from my chest and into mine. You take them and bring them up to either side of my head, leaning forward more, pressing them into the sheets with each bounce. I feel that familiar tightening around me and you’re louder than you have been all day, quivering.
I shut my eyes as you lean in. You’re still not done and I’m determined to give you everything you need until you are. You grind against me, my shaft not so much moving in and out of you as it is moving within you, your pubic bone and clit pushing against my body.
You kiss me and before our tongues even touch your sounds go deep into my mouth. My hands go to your butt and I squeeze and help you rock back and forth. I have a new wind, and I’m moving you slowly.
This time we don’t force it. We fall into rhythm again and hold each other, look into each other’s eyes, kiss, and finally I feel one last incredible squeeze from your pussy as I suck on your tongue. Your whole body shakes above me as the orgasm travels through it, moving involuntarily, and we whimper out moans as indescribable pleasure fills our bodies and temporarily rips us from reality and taking over our brains.
When it’s over we’re laying the wrong way on your bed. My hand behind my head, your head on my chest. You leg draped across my body. It’s always so strangely high, all the way up on my stomach. Your eyes are closed and you’re drifting off to sleep.
I think you assumed that I came inside you, but in reality I never came. But that’s okay, because you did. I want you to be happy more than anything else. My pulsing thickness can be satisfied later. So my eyes drift shut, the last thing they see being your naked body.
But then I feel your hand on me. Sliding under you leg, holding my member gently. I open my eyes.
You’re looking at me from my chest with tired eyes. I tell you to sleep but you just shake you head no and stroke me softly. I smile at you with warmth as you take me slowly and just look at you. Your face, your eyes, your beautiful, incredible smile, and it makes me cum quickly, with a constant, quiet force onto my stomach and your thigh, and you keep smiling at me through the whole thing, happy with yourself and with me. Happy with us.
When it’s over you snuggle against me tighter. We’ll worry about the sheets and our bodies, and our dinner reservations later. For now we’ll just be together and nap. We’ll wake up when we wake up.
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