So I’ve actually seen him again since the previous story. He came over and he brought me groceries because my clumsy self sprained my ankle. Honestly all a fuzzy blur from there cause that move made me more shook than I could’ve expected. He stayed over because I asked him to, even though he didn’t plan to, and we had a lot of very good sex and watched movies while we snuggled in bed and honestly I could relive the blur forever. It was not a quickie but boy did it all happen in a blink of an eye. Waking up next to him, and him fucking me while I’m the little spoon while also rubbing my clit to the point I wanted to scream. That is slightly less blurry. This story is not about that.
This story is about him coming over after work. I’m actually working from home (corporate quarantine measure cause my travels shout-out COVID-19), and he gets there a little before I’m quite finished. I open the door, I’m in a tight turtleneck dress. I have a surprise for him underneath it. He picked me up coffee beans because I ran out that morning. Look. He’s great. He sets it down and I open the fridge and offer a beer, and let him know I also had wine or bourbon (I offered water too). He goes for bourbon, I grab a beer for when I’m done working (I’m a good girl). Now while I was opening the fridge, he comes up behind me and feels me up and kisses my neck. I tell him I have just a liiiitttle bit more of work to do. He says no problem, but continues to caress my body. I can tell he’s started to feel the surprise underneath. There’s a pause on the straps underneath my dress. Then he continues. I deeply sigh. I turn and I kiss him back. We kiss deep. I sigh/groan into his mouth. God I want him right now. Work sucks, I know.
We head to my room. He sits in my chair to try to give me some space to focus on work. I do have a deadline to submit by today. Fast forward. Submitted. He comes over to my bed, we start kissing again. Then I get multiple people messaging me asking me questions I really don’t wanna deal with at the end of a Friday. I REALLY don’t when I have this man I really wanna bang right next to me. I grab his arm, ask him to stay in my bed and I’ll get this all settled soon. He obliges. He’s running his fingers up and down my back while I’m responding and answering questions. Ok. Managed. Laptop closed. It’s the weekend!
We make out a bit, he lets me know he has to leave sooner than I’d hoped. I get it – he has some things he needs to get done and plans for an early Saturday morning. We’d planned to listen to a podcast we love together and held off on playing the new episode until we could be in person together. Corny, sure, fine, I get it. We are pretty connected via this podcast. Horrible awful annoying millennials that we are. I play it and we keep kissing and fondling. We go from giggling between kisses to not really paying the podcast much attention anymore.
I don’t remember exactly when, but the dress came off and the surprise is revealed. I’m in lingerie. The last few times I’ve seen him had been much more casual, and I wanted to give him my effort today. It was sweet but sexy. He approved. I could tell because pretty quickly he got off my bed and walked over to the end of it. I know exactly what that means. I’m already positioning myself to have my head hang off the bed. He starts to fuck my throat. Vigorously. I can feel myself getting wet. Sticky. So can he because he reaches over and starts to rub my clit and finger me. He’s going forcefully down my throat, and I don’t last too long. A bit out of practice from this angle. I slobber and spit up…and then some. Won’t get too into detail, I know it’s not for everyone. But uhm, it is for us. He lifts my body up and cleans up my face a bit. I apologize for not being able to take him as forcefully as long as I’ve been able to before. He’s just smiling at me, telling me not to be sorry.
He’s back on my bed now and my mouth is back on his cock. He tells me to go slower. I’m slowly bobbing and sucking, adding movements with my tongue. Then I go down on him and get him down my throat. I sort of swallow while it’s there trying to add another sensation for him. I slowly go back up. He’s now grabbing my hair and started to slowly fuck my face. He takes my mouth off his cock. Tells me to lick him and look him in the eyes. I do. He’s back in my mouth and I return to slowly bobbing up and down, focused, trying to give him as much eye contact as I can while not letting up on having my eye on the prize here (the prize is his cum, for those not following along).
He pulls me up and says he wants my pussy now. Happy to oblige. I’m on top of him and he easily enters me. I’m so wet. God he turns me on. Sucking his cock makes me incredibly wet. Everything he does has that effect on me, to be honest. He loves me on top, and I just really love him being inside me – this is certainly one of those ways. We’re switching up to slower concentrated motions, hip grabbing and grinding to fast paced, he’s grabbing my ass physically moving my frame up and down his cock and I’m trying to match him and keep up. I bury my face into the crook of his neck and shoulder. He squeezes me tight binding my arms to my body. I let out a moan. He knows I love when he squeezes me. We continue this cycle. Now I’m grinding into him as he controls the pace, again moving me up and down him. He cums inside me, and I stay on top of him.
I come off of him for a little and then notice he’s still hard. My mouth is around his cock again. He says not to expect anything just yet, he’s still too sensitive. I roll my eyes and go back to lazily licking and sucking him. I let up, but then I do saddle myself in top of him again. I ask if I can at least put him inside me. I just like feeling him. We don’t have to fully fuck right this moment. He allows it. We kiss and chat and what have you just like that for…some minutes? Not entirely sure. I eventually relent and say I’ll cuddle up next to him. When I lift myself off his cock. Holy shit. A no exaggeration puddle. Like a splash. And this isn’t his cum because I’d already been off of him, it leaked out and I’d long licked it up before I went to licking his cock. No no, this is just how wet he makes me without even having to really fuck me. Insanity.
We cuddle. We try to hop back into the podcast. We’re laughing and just enjoying each other. Im nuzzled up into him, I’m looking into his eyes, amazed by how quickly he can make me feel so happy. I’ll fast forward to say we do this cutesy shit til it’s time for another round. This round goes into prone position. Where I just melt entirely into whatever the fuck he wants me to be. I’ve tried to explain it to him but I still don’t think he gets it. I think he could ask for my social security number in that position and I wouldn’t think twice. It starts off a bit forceful. Mm.
My face is in the pillows. He’s using his legs to spread my legs further apart. My back is arched and my ass is up in the air presenting itself to him. He’s pumping himself inside me, pulling my hair, making my neck presentable to him so he can wrap his hand around it. Fucking fuck. The mix we have. We can be giggly and happy. We can have our bodies be in harmony. He can be rough and forceful. He can completely own my body. This is that. He tells me to put my hands behind my back. Yes Sir (I say in my head, I can’t really compute words at the moment). He feels great in this position in an anatomical way, but also just mentally it does something to me. I’m practically grunting. I used to be self conscious about it and try to stifle myself. Now I don’t care. The intensity continues. He’s now gripping my hips giving me hard thrusts at an angle that hit me in a really specific way. My hands are still behind my back, but he isn’t having to hold them there. I’m in a daze, but I still can follow orders. This time when he cums inside me, and exits me, I’m just laying there. I need to catch my breath, but I also need to level back out again. Snap out of it.
He notices my static behavior. He plays with my butt a bit and playfully spanks me. I’m coming back down to earth. I turn my head and smile at him. I eventually sit up to meet his eyes. We smile and kiss some more. He lays back down and pulls me into him. He’s holding me now. He asks what’s up. I try to explain the effect he has on me, especially in that position. He says he appreciates and enjoys me sharing my perspective and reactions. He welcomes them. We’re laying together and he’s saying how he really needs to get going soon.
I really want him still. I’m being a little bratty. Stealing kisses as he’s trying to get up. As I’m laying at the edge of my bed watching him get dressed, he gives me some more spanks. Oh come on! Not fair! Can’t get me goin like that. He’s such a tease. I look down. It’s clear he’s not finished yet either. I don’t care that his jeans are back on. He’s out of arms length but I sort of reach out and lunge for him. I’m not saying I’m proud, but I’m also not saying I bare anything shame. I look directly at his bulge. I look back at him. Incredulously. Oh come on! Please? I then grab his arm and guide his hand to my pussy. I tell him he can’t just do that to me and leave me here like this.
I swing my body around on my bed to meet him at as close to eye level as I can. His pants are still on. We kiss. He pulls me to the edge of the bed. He starts to take his pants off. He enters me while he’s still standing and I’m still sitting. I look up into his eyes and smile as I kiss him. He pushes me back and gets onto the bed all while inside me. I swear I catch a slight head shake and chuckle half in disbelief that I’m getting him out his pants again, half, I like to think, respecting the move I just pulled. And just like that we’re fucking again. He’s on top of me, and my legs are wrapped around him. I just want him to take whatever he wants or needs from my body. I’m dripping wet and just desire him utterly and fully in this moment. He grabs up under me to pull me in deeper and grip my ass. We’re meeting each other’s movements up and down his cock, rhythm going, hips grinding. There’s a…desperation isn’t a word. But there’s a difference in this fuck. There’s an immediacy. There’s a the clock already struck zero about an hour ago about this fuck. We continue to go at it. The pace remains fast. Our bodies are slapping against each other. He’s pulling my hair again. I feel myself gush onto his cock. He’s breathing heavily into my ear. I’m breathing heavily into his ear. I tell him something I can’t even remember exactly. I think I tell him to take what he needs. Something like that. He knows he can always do that. I like to remind him. Soon after he cums inside me, again. I think he’s going to get up and put his pants back on right after, I mean I’d understand, he already had them on before. But no. We cuddle again. This time it’s a little different. It’s apparent how much neither one of us want him to leave. He has some previous obligations to be met. I tell him he knows I’ll never ask him to go, I just accept when he has to.
Then he does this thing. I acknowledge two things – I’m recollecting about a time not too long ago that he fully picked me up and carried me, my legs wrapped around his body, us face to face and how smol that made me feel (he was noting how smol I felt in his arms at that moment). I then acknowledged how he’s practically cradling me so that’s probably why I seem smol. I joked he should pick me up this way next time. In a swift movement he does exactly that. And now he is quite literally cradling me. He spins me in circles. I’m laughing incredulously out how loopy and ludicrous and unimaginable this all is in so many ways. He sets me back down on the bed. I’m just beaming at him. It’s that he just spontaneously did that, but it’s also just everything.
He really does need to go. This time I relent. We end up talking. Me laying across the end of my bed. Him in the chair gathering his things. It’s a nice talk. Not really a gonewild talk and this is certainly long enough. I put on my satin robe and lead him to the door. Fondling him and giving him little peck kisses all along the way. It was hardly over two hours he was here. It felt like 2 minutes and 2 days all at once and I can’t possibly explain it. I just know I need to see him soon.
*Edit: some typos
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/feopo2/another_quickie_fm_long