…. Is that it’s you, and you’re standing in the doorway. But you smile as you ease your hand around my back, drawing yourself against me to feel the heat of your body against mine and my response is immediate, meeting your open mouth with all the lust and gratitude that months of separation could provoke. It’s been so long since I have seen you, and despite myself I was afraid of how you would react after so long. Would you still feel the same improbable fire for me, would your eyes dance in the same mischievous way, full of promise and daring? But now with your arms wrapped around me and my cock growing stiffer against your belly as your open lips meet mine and your tongue lashes wetly against mine, I know that it’s all going to be ok.
We shuffle awkwardly back to the lone bed in this studio apartment, not wanting to break our embrace, and I fall back against it, fully clothes as you hike your floral dress up and then climb up on top of me, the electric jolt as your warm, swollen mount, barely clad in your cotton panties, pushes back against the stiffness in my jeans. You laugh into my mouth, teasing me and biting my lip as you grind back against me, your eyes flashing and daring me to action. Up for the challenge as ever, I slip one hand into your dress where your full breasts are hanging and grasp one, feeling the weight in my hand and the stiff nipple against my fingers before pulling it out of your dress. You shift forward to dangle the nipple against my mouth and I kiss it, eagerly, deeply and pull your hips against me harder. In the face of this rapid escalation you rise to your feet and pull your dress over your head in one motion, standing in front of me wearing only your panties, full hips, round belly, full breasts, freckled skin, and those flashing eyes.
I’m fumbling with my belt before you approach and move my hands away, deftly unbuckling my pants and then yanking them off as I tilt my hips off the bed. My hardness revealed at last, you stand in front of my prone form for agonizing seconds, idly gliding your hand up and down the shaft, as if testing the heft, as you taunt me with your eyes. “Fuck …. please” I manage to grunt, and without further hesitation you are on your knees in front of me, fastening your lips around my swollen head before plunging the shaft deep into your throat, as you eagerly, hungrily begin to suck my cock, swallowing all but the final fraction of an inch and pausing for an agonizing moment before drawing your lips back up the shaft now glistening with your saliva. Your moans of pleasure are stifled by the thickness filling your mouth and my world is exploding with pleasure, urging me on with your moans as I wrap my hand in your hair and beginning guiding your mouth ever further over the length of my cock.
It seems like the pleasure will last an eternity but finally you pull your mouth off me, gasping, and mount the bed again, walking forward on your knees until you are straddling my face and I can smell the mysterious, amazing, luxurious scent of your pussy and feel the heat against me face. “Please … I want to taste you” I expel and you comply, lowering down on to me and pushing your glorious wetness against my mouth, grinding your wetness against my tongue as I flick it across your stiff clit each time you move against me. I’m stroking my cock with one hand and the other spreading your cheeks apart with the other, teasing your tight ass with a finger tip and provoking you to gasp “oh fuck fuck fuck” as you push against me more urgently and your breathing becomes quick and ragged. I know you are thinking, as I am, of the many times we’ve shared the pleasure of your tightest little orifice and the dirty urges it brings out of you, how you have begged for me to stretch you wider and plunge my cock as deep into your tight ass as I can fit it.
I can feel from your urgency and wetness that you are close but before you come, you raise your hips off my face, leaving me to give a disappointed sigh as your my lips and tongue are forced to disengage with your wetness. You move as if to straddle me, but I pull you playfully down onto the bed, rolling on top of you and sliding in between your spread legs. Your eyes dance but then go round as you feel the head of my cock push between the lips of your pussy, pausing at the entrance to your slick tunnel before I slide my engorged member into you, match your breath and staring into your eyes as each inch of my hardness slides into you. After I’m buried deep enough to feel your wetness against the base my of shaft, you wrap your arms around my neck and pull me close, and I’m lost within you, breathing with you and pounding into you, deeper with each thrust.
My shaft pistons in and out of you, stretching you open and plumbing you to your very depths and I feel like I could fuck you for forever, despite your increasingly urgent moans and despite the spasms of your pussy gripping my cock with every thrust. However, as your moans give way to hoarse cries and I feel your orgasm spill over me, you are crying “Please fuck me please keep fucking me please cum cum cum oh cum” and I can take no more, my orgasm flooding over me and my own ragged cries wringing from my throat, sending my flood of hot thick cum spurting into the depths of your womb as I plunge into you, deeper still, slamming against you before my orgasm subsides with yours, and I collapse, spent next to you.
When I recover, you are looking at me, eyes dancing once more, one finger idly playing with the thick cum beginning to slide out of your spent pussy, absently smoothing it over your lips and enjoying the tiny jolts as you brush against your still sensitive clit.
“I missed you” I admit, breaking the silence. “Me too” you respond, with a lopsided grin.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/jh0avd/mf_the_most_remarkable_thing_about_you_standing
Last place I expected to find a Mountain Goats lyric….