[FM] Finally fucking him after weeks of sexual tension

It feels like we’ve been trapped inside his parents’ house for days, even though it’s been only a few hours. He had graduated and traveled home a few weeks ago. We hadn’t seen each other since then; I hadn’t felt his arms wrap around my waist or his lips brush my neck since then. A few steamy text messages and one particularly hot video chat had held us over through the weeks apart, but now we’re together and I’m dying to get him alone and feel his smooth, hard body underneath me. He had picked me up from the airport, surprising me by meeting me inside with flowers in hand. I had hardly recognized him. He had cut his hair short since I’d last seen him, and weeks in the summer sun had turned his brown hair almost blonde and his skin a luxurious gold. In the weeks we’d spent apart I’d forgotten the sheer size of him. He seemed to tower over me, and he picked me up with ease as I hugged him. We exchanged excited but subdued kisses in baggage claim, both of us nervous about making a scene in front of the other airport-goers. In the privacy of the car I was more bold, leaning over to bite playfully at his ear and kiss his neck. I ran my hand from his throat to his chest, tugging lightly at his shirt to pull him deeper into my kisses. I then placed my hand in his lap, stroking the inside of his thigh first, then travelling up to feel him harden as I licked his neck. He made me stop because he couldn’t focus on the road and I pretended to pout, but that didn’t stop him from reaching over and massaging between my legs as we continued toward his house.

Now I can feel his hand gripping my thigh tightly under the blanket we share on the couch, letting me know that he wants me. I haven’t heard a word his dad has said in the hour we’ve all been sitting in the living room. I’m meeting his family for the first time and they’re being welcoming and kind, but my head is spinning from the pressure of the hand on my thigh, of the thought of his tongue running along every curve of my body, of his strong hands holding me as he finally slides into me after waiting so long… I can feel my face getting flushed. Does anyone notice? I shift suddenly and pull the end of my sundress between me and the couch as I notice how wet I am. He grabs me harder beneath the blanket and I have to keep myself from crying out at the delightful pain of his fingers digging into me. I’m surprised, he’s usually so gentle. But weeks of deprivation have made him wild, and I can feel his desperation growing along with mine. God I wish everyone would just stop talking and leave us alone.

At last his dad gets up. He says he’s going to water the flowers in the garden outside. We sit in tense silence, frozen in anticipation. We don’t move until we hear the hose turn on outside, and then it’s a race to the bedroom. I beat him there and spin around to face him, expecting him to take me up in his arms before we both fall onto the bed, tangled up together. Instead, he pushes me roughly backward onto the bed and my breath catches in my throat. He knows I like things rough, and I’ve been begging him to be more aggressive in bed. All of the reluctance he’s been showing disappears as he wraps one hand around my throat and plunges the other between my legs. I’m grateful I wore a dress today as he wastes no time sliding his fingers inside my already wet pussy. He leans over me, putting his weight on the arm that pushes heavily into my neck, and whispers in my ear. “Do you want me to lick you all over?” he growls. I try to tell him yes but can’t make a sound under the weight of his hand. He doesn’t care about my answer. “I’m going to lick your clit until you’re begging for me, then I’m going to shove my cock inside you.” I writhe underneath him, his words bringing me close to the edge as his fingers work inside me. He’s never spoken like this before and I love it.

He takes his hand off of my throat and his fingers out from inside me. He licks them, loving the way I taste, and takes a step back from where I lay on the bed. We hear his dad working outside, just on the other side of the bedroom wall. We know we don’t have much time. I sit up to unbutton his pants and see how tight they are on top of his hard cock. He pushes me back down; he says it’s not time for that yet. He kneels at the foot of the bed and I feel his fingers grip the insides of my thighs, pushing them farther apart. He spreads my lips apart with his fingers and starts to tease my clit with little flicks of his tongue, then roughly covers my mouth when I start to moan loud enough for someone to hear. He switches expertly between sucking and long, gentle strokes with his tongue, slowly at first, and then faster, with increasing force. I can’t stand it anymore. I have to have him. I grab him by the shirt and pull him onto the bed with me, pushing him onto his back while he quickly takes off his shorts to reveal the cock I’ve been aching for for weeks. I climb on top and slowly grind my pussy against him, letting him feel how wet I am. He leans his head back and closes his eyes, stifling a groan. I hold on to the base of his shaft and tease myself with the head, inviting him inside me but not letting him in. He squirms underneath me, pushing his hips toward me in an effort to coax me onto him, but I keep him down, loving the power I have over him in that moment.

Just when I’m about to ride him, we hear the hose that was running outside stop. We both freeze. Did we miss our chance? Will we have to wait for more agonizing hours in frustration? At last, we hear the hose begin to run again. Spurred on by the close call and unwilling to lose what may be our only chance alone, I slide onto him hard, my lips tight around him, almost pulling him into me. We both let out long, silent moans as we finally feel relief from the weeks of sexual tension. I pause for just a moment with him completely inside me, loving how full he makes me feel. He grabs my ass, pulling me up and down on his cock. I’m leaning forward, our faces together, both of us breathing heavily but trying not to make a sound. I go harder and faster, throwing my head back and arching my back, tempting him to cum with the sound of my wet pussy slapping against him. I know he loves it when he can hear how wet I am. “Shhhh,” he says and holds me down on top of him. I’ve forgotten we have to be quiet.

I begin to ride him more slowly, but we don’t have time for that. He rolls me over onto my back and pulls my sundress up to my waist before plunging hard into me again. I wrap my legs around him as he pumps in and out of me. “Oh fuck, that feels so good” I can’t help but whispering. “You’re so deep. Oh god, fuck me harder.” He obliges, thrusting his hips into me, my body responding to his every move. My legs are trembling as I look down and watch his cock slide in and out of me. I can see my lips holding onto him as he pulls out, begging him to sink back into their warm wetness. “Fuck I’m gonna cum,” he whispers, his voice wavering as he reaches his climax. He pulls out of me quickly, kneeling over me. I open my mouth and flick my tongue against his head, inviting him to fill my mouth. He falls forward as he cums hard, holding himself up on one arm, the other hand trying and failing to control the seemingly endless current coming out of him. He cums in my mouth, on my face and chest, and on the flowery sundress I wore just for him. I swallow and take a moment to bask in the post-sex radiance. I can almost feel him inside me still. When I open my eyes, he’s already dressed and handing me a towel his mom had left out for me. We hear the hose stop running again. Perfect timing. I jump up, smooth my dress, and adjust my hair into a messy bun on top of my head. We exchange quiet smiles and a triumphant high five. I walk out the door as he gives me one last playful smack on the ass.

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