This is part 1 of 2 events in the same night. It’s already *so long* I decided to split it into 2 different stories. I’m F20 and my partner is M21.
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Covid has been hard for everyone, but I would think especially for partners who don’t live together. Where I live there’s been restrictions on visiting other houses, and while my boyfriend and I have been having online dates by playing video games together, that hasn’t helped the need for physical intimacy.
So yesterday, while we were having our gaming date, I hit breaking point. I was so horny at times that I could barely concentrate on what I was doing, and I had to see him. I had to have his dick.
We had limited time being night already and him having work in the morning, so as I drove over to his house, I was in such a rush that I was sitting on the speed limit almost the whole time. When I walked in, he was sitting at his desk and I decided I needed to kiss him immediately. He cupped a strong hand behind my head drawing me in further, and soon we were in a flurry of hands grabbing on to each other, deep in kisses.
Before I knew it I was underneath him on the bed. As we continued to kiss passionately, I started to grab at the bottom of his t-shirt. Taking his cue, the top quickly came off exposing his gorgeous abs, and my top and bra soon followed.
While our foreplay usually lasts forever, him worshiping the taste of my pussy, this time was brief, with the need to just get down to it. This time, he doesn’t even bother to reach for the lube, to my surprise I don’t need it. My wet pussy welcomes him.
We remain in missionary until I start to get uncomfortable and have the intention of applying lube. But not yet. First I want his dick in my throat, before it gets coated. We move into 69 and I wrap my lips around his cock while he holds my pussy in place on his face. This is what I’ve missed. I spread my knees apart to give him the best and most intense access to my clit and he hungrily takes advantage of it. But I need more, something else.
Up until this point, we’ve barely spoken the whole time I’ve been there, too engrossed in each other and wanting to take advantage of the limited time we have together.
“Put it in me,” I say, climbing off him and getting into doggy, my favourite position. He wastes no time, and once again the lube is forgotten, no longer needed, even as he starts slamming into me.
Ass tilted up and chest on the bed, I can feel him deep inside me. I clutch handfuls of blanket in my fists, needing to grab something. If I have to list a negative for doggy, it’s that he can’t see the look on my face as my eyes roll back in my head. But he can hear the moans of pleasure. Soon I can’t take it any more, but the night only gets more intense from here.
I reach back for his leg and slowly push him away from me, but just as I get to the tip, I can’t help but press back into him for one last thrust, before I tell him to lay back down again and climb back onto his face. I wanted to wrap my mouth around him again, but more than that, I wanted to use it as an opportunity to sneakily crawl down to reverse cowgirl and surprise him. That position didn’t last long, but just long enough for him to plant some stinging spanks onto my ass cheeks, slaps that I later found out left a distinct outline of his fingers.
I was feeling restless this night. I had craved him so much that just one or two positions weren’t enough, I wanted to experience all the different sensations, the way he can feel differently inside me in different angles. And one of the best angles, up there with doggy, is cowgirl.
This is the position that makes my eyes lose focus, and my mouth hang open. I want to kiss him, it’s the perfect position to be able to, but I don’t have enough control over my head. I feel the waves of pleasure sneaking up on me, one after another, not quite making it over the edge as he thrusts up into me. Then come the mini orgasms, not quite as strong as what I used to get from penetration, but still absolutely worth it.
“If I keep going I’m going to cum,” he says. *Good*, I think. I see the pleasure on his face, but he won’t do it, not yet. Not until he flips me back into missionary, his dick never leaving my pussy. With my legs back over his shoulders, it’s so deep again that I want to scream. I think I do scream, I think I have multiple times already. But he pushes my face into his neck, where I bite down to just try to shut myself up. Some of his house mates are still home. I know it, and it usually bothers me so much, but this time I couldn’t help but let myself be louder.
It’s so deep and intense that I’m holding on for dear life. My left hand is wrapped around his bicep while my right hand is frantically grabbing at his chest. Over the last hour I’ve scratched up his back, his chest, his abs, his arms. Anywhere I can touch have been attacked by passion, and a few times where my nails dug in have drawn blood.
Finally he makes it over the edge and pulls out, painting me with cum. That’s why he wanted to finish in missionary, to cover me. It makes it all the way from my abdomen, right up to my neck, some even being transferred to my thigh from the position. I look down to watch, and it hits me in the chin. I lick my lips.
He cleans me up and we continue to kiss passionately, before ending up laying entwined with each other, basking in the post sex euphoria.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/j5id8l/breaking_covid_restrictions_for_cravings_was_100