[MF] Don’t you remember that time you and I fucked not just because we wanted to, but because we needed to?

Don’t you remember?

Don’t you remember when we locked eyes from across the room? We had never met each other before, let alone seen each other before. But in that moment, we knew… We both knew. We introduced ourselves, the tension was immediate. It wasn’t just sexual tension… not just lustful emotions and thoughts… it wasn’t just infatuation or an attraction… it was more than that.

We were talking like we knew each other for years, like we could talk for hours a day and never be bored with each other. We weren’t big fans of the event we were at, truthfully the people there were more fake than genuine. You were the only *real* person I met there, and you felt the same about me. As we talked our want for one another grew. You wore your lust on your face. I wore desire on mine.

Don’t you remember when we got back to my place? After that drive in my car where we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, and almost hit the curb a few times? I pushed you up against the wall and started to kiss your neck, sucking and licking, making sure to mark my new territory. I held your wrists together above your head, your knees became weak. I kissed my way up to your lips and started to passionately make out with you, our lips and tongues discovering each other. With my free hand I started to explore your body, lifting up your short skirt and feeling your soft inner thighs. You could feel my fingertips gently trace further and further up your legs until it stopped short of your wanting pussy.

You felt your thong being pulled from your pussy and a few fingertips start to trace your labia and clit; lightly, gently, slowly, agonizingly teasing your pussy. I could feel your wetness dripping onto my fingers, our tongues together, my fingers gently touching your pussy, my hand pinning yours above your head. With your thong held aside I sunk two fingers into your wetness, you were soaked. You felt my fingers start to gently trace the ceiling of your pussy as you let out a long drawn out moan into my mouth. I started to work a steady pace giving you that touch you desperately wanted, but not enough to give you what you really needed.

Don’t you remember how I pulled my fingers out from you, turned you around and gently grabbed your hair and pulled back? Gently enough to not hurt you; but just enough to let you know I was in charge and going to take you where I wanted you, my bed? I walked you like that, myself behind you, to my bedroom, and laid you face first onto the bed. I pulled up your dress exposing your ass and your soaked thong. With both my hands I grabbed your ass, parted it, and gave you a firm lick from top to bottom, tasting your pussy. I pulled your thong down your legs, past your ankles, and off around your black thin strapped heels which we never bothered to get off you. We didn’t have time for that.

I pulled my cock out from my pants, standing erect. Your anticipation was killing you, you were laying face down in my bed, your hair in your face, the dim lighting, smelling my fresh bedding, feeling my hands and tongue but not being able to see me. You felt the head of my cock starting to rub up and down your pussy, rubbing your clit and your hole, but not going in. You wanted me inside you soooo badly, remember? Don’t you remember how badly you wanted me to fuck you right then and there? How badly you wanted to feel the girth of my cock split your pussy lips open and push into you, claiming your pussy? Don’t you? I do… You didn’t even need to tell me, you were already saying it without knowing.

I got the head of my cock covered in your wetness. I slowly pushed inside you, listening to you gasp. I watched you start to clench the bed sheets and bend your head back with your mouth open to let out your moans. As I worked my cock deep into your pussy, I slowly pulled back out, just before my cock exited, I gently and slowly pushed back inside you, hearing your moans escape from your mouth. You were so into it I could *see* the moans escaping your mouth. With you bent over my bed, skirt hiked up, and my cock inside you, I leaned forward and grabbed your wrists, holding them to the bed. I started to pick up the pace of my rhythm, feeling the walls of your pussy tightly grip my cock with each thrust into you. Your moans getting louder and more desperate, the sound of my crotch hitting against your ass.

Our grunts and moans filled the room, I could feel your wetness on my cock, on my crotch, and on our legs. You were clenching the sheets hard, chest heaving harder, legs started to get weaker and weaker, lightly buckling while I thrusted into you. I released my grip from your hips and planted my hands on your ass, spreading your cheeks to give myself a good view of my cock working your desperate pussy that held on tight as I would bring my cock back out before thrusting deeply back in. I gave you a few spanks, with each spank the corners of your mouth showed a bit of a satisfied smirk while your mouth was open, moaning. You could feel that intensity that was building was about to reach a tipping point with each thrust of my girth inside you. You knew that waves of pleasure were about to over come you. You moaned out loudly that you were going to cum and you buried your face into the bed to muffle your desperate screams, still clenching the bedding as hard as you could, and your legs buckling. Those waves of pleasure you were dying for started crashing over body emanating from your pulsing pussy, complimented with each perfectly timed thrust from my cock. You felt my hands holding your thighs as they gently shook, making sure you didn’t give out.

As you came down from your orgasm I slowed down my thrusting. You lifted your head from the bed and let in a loud and long inhale for air. I pulled out of you and stood you up, your knees still weak. I turned you around and laid you back on the bed, spreading your legs wide, your heels in the air. I pulled your dress down exposing your breasts to me, pulling your black dress off. I stripped out of my fitted suit. Due to the slight intimidation you still felt from me, you felt somewhat more vulnerable this way, as I was mounting you between your legs. I could now see you completely as you were, giving yourself completely to me. The feeling didn’t bother you though, because although you felt vulnerable, you somehow felt comfortable. Then you heard that one word that quietly escaped my lips that let you know you were exactly where you belonged.. “Gorgeous…”.

With your legs spread I pushed my cock into you again. I had fought hard to fight off desperately spilling my cum into you in that moment, slowly pushing into you again. I started to pick up the pace faster than before, both our moans escaping our mouths into the room, filling the room with the sounds of our lust and pleasure. Your chest bouncing and heaving with each hard, meaningful thrust I delivered into your perfect little pussy. I held a hand on your soft cheek, holding your face towards mine. We looked each other deeply in the eyes as we fucked. I could feel the sensation starting from deep within my loins, working its way through my balls, up from the bottom of my shaft to the top. I couldn’t hold it anymore. I told you I was going to cum. You told me to cum inside you and grabbed my hips and started pulling me into you with each thrust I made. I couldn’t hold it anymore, you helping me while we both looked deeply into each other’s eyes. You were about to have that moment you needed, you knew you were well beyond just wanting it at this point, you felt you *needed* to feel my warm cum fill your pussy. You needed that feeling so badly‚Ķ Don’t you remember how ropes of my cum spilled from my cock into your tight, wet, and wanting pussy? My cock draining itself completely inside you? Do you remember how my cock became sensitive as the last drops poured out and I had so slow down? Remember how I got weak at that moment from how intense I came, and I collapsed exhausted onto you while you still held my hips keeping my inside you?

We laid there for what felt like forever, our bodies touching but we felt like we were one. Making out, kissing, and back to relaxing. We finally separated our bodies and laid next to each other, your pussy leaking my cum onto my sheets, and we didn’t even care. We just laid next to each other, in each others arms, living in the ecstasy.

Don’t you remember?

**For the mods: true story written from a different perspective**

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/olttym/mf_dont_you_remember_that_time_you_and_i_fucked

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