To set the scene in your heads: I am younger, pale and curvy with a soft round ass and generous bust, he is a little older, dark and lithe and wiry from trade work.
My boyfriend was exhausted and grumpy by the time he arrived at my house. He had to get up early the next day, so we decided just to curl up and go to sleep together and catch up on all the sexing we were dying for later. We had seen each other once earlier in the week, briefly, in public. [It was a mildly torturous reunion](https://img.buzzfeed.com/buzzfeed-static/static/2014-06/20/17/enhanced/webdr06/enhanced-5833-1403299774-16.jpg?downsize=715:*&output-format=auto&output-quality=auto). Turns out we couldn’t do that twice.
He stripped to his boxer-briefs and I to my little striped panties–we both prefer to sleep naked or nearly naked–and we turned out the lights and slipped into bed together.
“God, I’m tired,” he said, pulling me into his arms, “but I just had to see you.”
“Thank you,” I whispered, stroking his hair, and we kissed, and kissed, and, oh dear, didn’t stop. After a few moments he muttered something about how a little skin-to-skin contact wouldn’t hurt, and he pulled me tight against his chest. Every hungry touch of his lips sent a tiny spark of electricity through me. Then he stopped.
“Fuck,” he said. “I don’t bring anything.”
I laughed. “I have condoms.”
“Okay then!”
He rolled on top, his erection pressing hard against me.
“I thought you’d be asleep by now,” I teased.
“I should be.”
I ran my hands over his back and his firm summer-work-tanned arms as he teased my chest with his lips, tonguing at my sensitive nipples as his hips thrust against mine. He pulled back to rub at my clit through my wet panties. “I can’t promise anything long,” he panted, and my “I don’t care” was lost in his mouth as he kissed me suddenly and deeply the way he does when he’s intensely aroused, our tongues meeting as we finally tasted each other for the first time in months. I felt his teeth graze my lips and melted into him, gripping him tightly, until he rolled onto his back and breathlessly asked for a condom.
I fumbled in my top drawer and tore open a fresh box, tossing a condom to land on his chest. I slid off my panties, starting to say something about how my period might start before I was cut off by an urgent “get on top of me right now.”
Ok, babe. Don’t have to tell me twice.
I giggled and stroked a hand gently over his hard, waiting cock as I mounted him, admiring his lean form beneath me. He moaned at my touch. We made eye contact as I wrapped my shaking hand around his shaft, lining it up with my pussy. I slid him inside me and he cried out softly, rough hands coming up to cup my soft breasts. I slid slowly up and down his cock, savoring the feeling of him inside me, *finally*. I ran my hands over his tattooed chest as I rode him, loving the way his hips surged up to meet me. “Fuck me, baby,” he moaned breathlessly. I took him to the hilt, and he reached out and wrapped one hand around my neck and gripped my waist with the other. I closed my eyes, lips parting in bliss. I reached to his neck too and he moaned, placing his other hand over mine, telling me to squeeze harder. He took control of the rhythm and we moved fast and smooth, clinging to one another tightly with both hands, breathing in gasps and whimpers as our hips rolled perfectly in sync.
“I’m going to cum,” he panted, his dark, hungry eyes locked on mine.
“Cum for me, baby,” I whispered, leaning forward towards him as he gasped and quickened his pace. He moaned and bucked powerfully against me, hips surging upwards with each pulse of his orgasm as I savored the feel of his ecstatic hardness inside me, the desire and relief painted on his face, and the strength of his straining body under my hands. He quieted and I fell forward onto him, breathing hard against his neck, and we rested there in a sweaty pile while he recovered from his peak. But I wasn’t done yet.
Condom tossed and toy retrieved, I nestled in beside him and he held me in his arms as I pressed my vibrator against my aching pussy. “This won’t take long,” I said, and he chuckled softly, pressing his forehead to mine. My breath grew shaky as my pleasure rose, and a few short minutes later I was close to cumming. “Mmm. Let it happen, baby,” he whispered, and the sound of his deep, lazy voice brought me closer. I squeezed his hand and he squeezed back, holding it tightly as my orgasm swept over me, making me shake and whimper out loud as he breathed a satisfied, almost amused “atta girl” in my ear.
We drifted off together, basking in the afterglow of good sex and a renewed connection.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6npqdd/a_gorgeous_unexpected_quickie_with_my_man_after_2
Very sweet, sexy, and well written.
Hot. How come you haven’t seen him in so long?