The quickie [FM]

So my trip got cut short due to COVID-19 (really, it did), I had to rebook and come home within 24 hours notice, and I managed to incur some minor injuries in my travels (mess of a human), but that didn’t stop him from seeing me the first day I got back. He had some set plans already, as this was all a very rushed chaotic 24 hours of complete change of plans from my part. Even still, I was able to snag a couple hours of his time.

He comes over and I kiss him at the door. I’ve been resting in bed so far, bum ankle and extreme time difference does that to a girl. He wakes me right up. Seeing him is a rush. Every time. It has yet to fade. I don’t think it will. We go to my room. I plop onto my bed. I’m in a satin and lace shorts/camisole set. He’s in many layers from the cold. He sets his things down. He’s becoming familiar in my room. He has certain spots for his things now. He begins to de-layer and gets into bed with me. He’s wearing the thermal I got him. He points it out as if I hadn’t immediately noticed. It’s cute. He’s cute. He asks me how I am, how am I feeling (physically, injuries and what have you). We start kissing.

We start fully making out. He takes my clothes off. I’m naked and he still has multiple layers on. In a way, I like this brief period of imbalance that happens. I am into power dynamics for a reason, I suppose. He’s caressing my body while hovered over me as we kiss with an impatience that only happens when you’ve really missed somebody. It’s fast and it’s desperate and it’s so so wanting. Soon his clothes are off. Soon he has me on my side. He enters me with ease, gripping onto my waist. He feels so good inside me. He always does. Today he’s doing most of the work, as I’m a bit unable. He’s moving his hips as he pumps himself in and out of me, holding me, feeling me. I respond back with my hips and I clutch his arms as they hold me. Fuck I missed this. I missed him.

He (carefully) flips me onto my back. He takes more control. He switches from holding my arms down, eye contact and precise strokes to scooping me with both hands, lifting my ass up off the bed so he can really hit deep inside me. He’s burying his head into my shoulder. His ear is next to my mouth. I’m sure he hears my moans and feels my breath. I think he changes his pace just to get a different sound out of me.

Now he has me on my stomach. This position makes me slip into a very submissive headspace. He’s on top of me. I like feeling him over me like this. He’s fucking me and grasping my neck, a slight choke. Pressure. An awareness of his physical presence. Now it’s his turn to be in my ear. He tells me his plan for me today. A growl of a whisper. He finishes by telling me, for now, I’m going to need to finish him with that pretty little mouth of mine. Yes Sir.

He rolls off of me, and I immediately take in his cock. He mentioned he’d been saving his load for me while whispering in my ear. I’m eager to taste it. I start a bit fast, as I’m overcome with desire. I slow it down and take more intentional sucks, head bobs, use my tongue. I take him all the way down my throat. His turn to moan a little. I love it. He grabs my head and starts to fuck my throat. I can tell he’s going to cum soon. He loosens his grip and I do my best. He wasn’t kidding. He cums in my mouth and normally I swallow it all no problem, but this time a little dribbles out. I look up at him after swallowing, and lick up the remains. He’s still hard so I give home some more licks. He pulls me up and in. He kisses me, and he holds me. I smile at him.

We cuddle for a while. We talk. I can talk to him forever about anything and nothing. There’s this spot. The triangle. It’s where his neck, chest and shoulder meet. It’s where I fit. And I mean I just fit. Perfectly. I’m looking into his eyes from that spot. He’s looking into mine. We’re kissing. More leisurely now. Windows of make out and tongue. Pockets of several short quick kisses. Like a battering ram. Just assaulting him with my affections. We talk about how we missed each other. He holds me a little tighter. He props himself up and starts to massage my back. Taking away my tension, while building up some in a sense. But honestly not really. We got that desperation out of our system and can now enjoy each other. Still wanting the other. It’s nice. As he’s propped himself up I take the opportunity to scratch his back. We continue talking. I can’t even remember the topic anymore. I was in a distracted daze. Scratching his back thinking about him. He gets me on my stomach so he can better massage me. He wants to take care of me he says. Long journey and injury and all. I let him. I don’t let anybody take care of me. But. I let him.

Somehow I end up back on my back with him deep inside me. He’s practically doing push-ups into me. Or that’s how it seems to me. It feels amazing. He feels amazing. We’re both sweating. Earlier, before he came over, I mentioned he probably shouldn’t cum inside me, with taking my BC I tried to account for the time difference but who knows if that’s effective or even what I should’ve done. Well. I got a bit dick drunk. I didn’t want to disrupt what was happening, didn’t want to disrupt the pleasure and I did want to feel him cum inside me. Fill me. So. I told him. That I want him to cum inside me anyways. He doesn’t say anything. He gives me slow deep strokes, grinding his hips, moving in circular direction. I’m lifting my hips up and back into him. He’s grabbing my ass again and shifts into a different angle. Somehow deeper. It feels great. I can feel my pussy is gripping him. We are less frenzied this round. He’s taking his time. He tells me he loves how I feel, loves being inside me. Well, ditto my guy, ditto. We kiss. I hold his face. We look at each other. He goes back to the position with his head buried into my shoulder. I wrap a leg around him (sry other leg with the sprained ankle). Trying to pull him any closer if possible. Deep long strokes. Less slapslapslap, more sloshsloshslosh because god am I wet. He cums inside me and then stays there on me a little longer. I wonder if he’s doing it for me. He knows I like to stay on top of him after he’s already cum because I just like feeling him inside me. I don’t ask. Just wonder. He slides off of me and I slide back into the triangle. I know he needs to leave soon. I know I want him to stay. I should’ve asked him to stay.

We talk more. He also has a trip coming up. We discuss the various things he has planned (and how what if they don’t happen because of the tiny lil pandemic we have goin on). It’s time for him to head home. He gets dressed and so do I. I hobble walk him to the door. We make out a little more. I shut the door behind him, and miss him again already. A couple hours felt like a few minutes. Time doesn’t make sense with him. As I write this now, I’m thinking about his arms around me.

*edited a typo

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/fc60ip/the_quickie_fm