So long.
It had been so long that when he first caught sight of her, standing there on the deck of her boat, her blinding slightly goofy smile shining down at him, for a minute he wondered if he even remembered how.
She waved, disappeared, and next thing he knew she was scampering down the ramp, coming his way. Then she was in his arms and he held her close and as he kissed the nape of her neck and felt himself begin to grow against her thigh he thought, Oh yeah, I remember.
They walked towards his hotel. He hadn’t told her he’d gotten a room. Neither of them really knew, or admitted to themselves, what they were going to do, what was going to happen, but he was prepared, and if it did happen he knew the bed on her boat was too small. They needed a good bed, a big bed, something strong, the feeling of illicit intimacy only a hotel bed can properly provide.
They’d walk a couple of steps then he’d pull her aside, sweep her off the sidewalk, and kiss her again. He never tasted anything so good. The second time, he laced his fingers in the hair on the back of her head, and when the kiss went deep he made a fist and pulled her hair. She made that sound he always remembered, that quick excited inhalation of breath, and his cock felt like it would never be soft again.
It did go down slowly as they broke it off and began to walk again, but then he slipped his hand into her back pocket and it jumped to life again. It went down a bit and then she snuggled into his side and gave his earlobe a little nip and it went back up and wouldn’t go down again. Anybody walking by could see. He didn’t care.
He took her hand and led her into the lobby of the hotel. She didn’t flinch, didn’t say a thing, just felt a deep building rush and thought okay, here we go. When she played it out back on her boat, before she saw him, she figured there would be negotiation involved, a period of adjustment at least, some level of protest and then surrender, but it wasn’t like that in the lobby. She melted instead.
They were in the elevator and he backed her into the wall and his hand was up her shirt and in a blur he was kissing and nibbling from nipple to nipple. Then they were at his door and then they were inside. It flowed like a fever dream.
She drank the smell and taste of him, that mix of mint and cigarette. Memories flooded her, replaced in a flash by his hands opening her pants. She helped him get them over her hips and then his cock was out, throbbing in the palm of her hand, just like old times. They kissed and kissed, neither one wanting to stop, ever, as his right hand reached into her black panties and between her legs.
He collected wetness that was flowing from her hungry little hole and he spread it onto her clit. His finger moved back and forth between her clit and her hole then he pressed his finger all the way in. One now two fingers. They were tongue kissing hot both mouths slightly opened as she gasped.
He pulled his fingers out slow and he painted her stiff right nipple with the wetness from her pussy. He held her tit and licked her nipple, looking straight into her eyes, then came up quick to share her taste in a kiss. Then his fingers were deep in her again. This time he brought them to her lips and they both licked his fingers and kissed.
She closed her eyes, then drifted down onto her knees in front of him. She looked up at him and smiled that smile. A low rumbling groan escaped from his center. He was going to enjoy this. Yes he was.
No one in his life ever sucked him like she did, she was special, and this, this was the best she sucked him ever. Yes it was.
She looked in his eyes and took him in, slowly, her warm wet mouth enveloping him, deeper, and he closed his eyes, he could barely take it, it was almost too much all at once. He always remembered her blowjob as wet, she was shy sometimes but she wasn’t shy about spit when she sucked him, and it excited him, her special style. You suck me so good, he said.
You make my cock feel so fucking good.
He held the back of her head and he fucked her mouth. Not porn style, he didn’t want to make her gag, but he did want to see how deep she could take him.
It was deeper than he remembered.
But he had other plans for her, and he needed to get to her pussy. She was on the bed and he got on his knees beside it and he was at the perfect height to devour her, to eat her whole. He wanted to just absolutely bury his face in her, center of the world, but no, he made them wait.
He kissed her flower up and down, kissed her, kissed her clit, kissed her hungry little hole, kissed and licked her little asshole too. She was hairy then, retro she called it, and he loved that. He loved it there. He was hungry and he didn’t want to leave. He did his best to eat her little pussyhole eat it like his last dinner. Then he did that to her ass.
He licked her clit, his tongue lashing back and forth, and his first two fingers filled her hot cunt. He sucked her clit and he fingerfucked her strong. He sucked and licked her clit with all he had, trying to will her into cumming the command in his mind cum for me cum for me as he sucked her and fingerfucked her cunt.
She moaned and she shuddered.
He let his fingers slip out and then he licked from hole to hole, but no, she couldn’t take it, it was too much she pushed him away and he crawled into bed and slipped his arm around her shoulder, holding her close. Their hearts beat in time. His cock was pointing up at her and it was so hard. She took it in her hand and stroked it slow.
She climbed on top of him and guided that big cock in with her hand, brought her hips down slow, sank down onto him, both of them throbbing, hypersensitive, every centimeter exquisite, feeling it all, her hungry pussy stretching to take his thickness in. And she did. She took him down to the root, all of him inside now, straining and pulsing in her as she moved her hips from side to side, began to grind. He sucked a nipple into his mouth and it felt like it was going to pop off, like a rocket.
She could make him cum now, they both knew it, both felt it, but it was too early, too easy. He rolled her off, kissed her, and didn’t let her touch his dick for a while.
He came back from the bathroom and took her hand. He led her to the dresser, by the big mirror, and put her up on it. Her pussy was at a perfect level, right in front of his cock.
He spread her legs and said, now watch.
He pushed his cock in as slow as he could go and they both looked down, watching, fascinated. They were outside of time and they fucked so slow, trying to record every instant, trying to keep it and put it someplace outside of time where you can visit and feel like right now but forever.
I want to cum inside of you, he said and her eyes got wide.
She was scared for a second then he pulled his cock out of her, slow, both watching.
He pressed the head against her ass.
Oh, she said, oh.
He had a small bottle of lube in the top drawer of the dresser, that crafty bastard but she couldn’t be mad, he was lubing her hole with his finger, now his finger was in, lubing the inside, and she thought of that afternoon in his apartment, them resting between rounds, him still inside, that amazing feeling as he grew hard again inside her ass. He was pushing in now. Again. That feeling of oh no he’s too big and then just oh. Oh.
He fucked her ass and they kissed. She began to move her hips and moan and it was all too much, just one big wave and he tried to stop but then he came just one big wave and then she came and then they came together they came together so sweet and so long.
So long.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/bxj6ll/so_long_mf