[FM] My [31F] Covid dry-spell-ending partner [40M] has turned into a relationship. In addition to his sexy body and perfect cock- he has magic hands too!

*(This happened a few weeks ago, and I wrote it shortly after but forgot to post it! And now he’s already traveling again! Womp womp.)*

Rob came back from his business trip!!! He was able to stay socially distant with mask-wearing people for the duration, so it didn’t seem like it was much different than if he’d just been here the whole time. So I wanted to have him over. My own work travel was coming up, so I wanted to seize the day.

I cooked him dinner- the first time I’ve made food for him! It was good to empty my fridge and also show him that I can cook. We chatted at the table for a while. I got up to rinse dishes. He got up with me.

I couldn’t get over how handsome he was. His smile melted me. His broad shoulders and muscular arms filled his shirt. I needed to touch him.

I came over for a hug. So happy that he’s back in town! And that quickly turned into making out in my kitchen. His hands all over my body. Yes. Grab my ass, Rob. I’m wearing a short, form-fitting Jersey-knit dress. His hands grope under the hem of my dress, bare cheek. He wasn’t expecting that, and it makes him give a short moan. He’s pulling me into him, and I’m grinding myself into the bulge from the front of his shorts. I can’t take it anymore. I need to be naked with him. I lead him into the bedroom.

Once we’ve cleared the door, he keeps me facing away from him, kissing down my neck to my shoulder with his hands wrapped around my waist. He continues kissing the other side, this time with his hands lifting my dress up to my waist, revealing the lacy black thong I’d chosen. I pull my dress all the way over my head. Matching black bra. He moves my hair to one side and his lips trace my shoulder blades. My hands are behind me at his waist, fondling his erection through his shorts, playing with his belt line. He slips his shorts off. I play with the fabric of his boxers around the head of his cock before turning to face him.

Something I adore about Rob is that he is excellent at kissing and he has a certain look when he is about to devour me. He has that look now. His lips are on mine, tongue teasing me. He pushes me against the wall, his dick pushing against his boxers, and all that pushing against the front of my thong. He unhooks my bra and bends to take a nipple into his talented mouth. I have to hold the door frame to stay upright since my legs want to give way.

I need him in my mouth. I pull down his boxers and walk him to the bed. I so enjoy having his cock in my mouth while looking up at him. It doesn’t matter if he’s looking back at me or not. He usually doesn’t look for long because when I take him all the way in he needs to put his head back and close his eyes.

He pulls me up. We make out, me grinding my now very wet thong against him. He pulls it off and I get back on top. “Fuckkk, you are wet.” He is so aroused and the head of his cock is entirely engorged. I have to take my time to accept him, but he feels so wonderful as he enters me.

We fuck. With him, cowgirl is actually an accurate depiction of the position. With partners past, it was not an enjoyable position because I was expected to do all the work and they just laid back passively. Not with Rob. He has his hands on my upper thighs to depict a pace that matches how he thrusts into me. He is actually lifting and pulling me. I have to hold on to his hands to coordinate how I ride him, and my God, what a ride.

“Mmm… Shit…” he says softly with a grin, looking up at me.

“‘Shit’ what?” I ask, after he pauses.

“Shit, you’re so sexy.” Drawing it out so when he says it “shit” has two syllables.

We take cuddle breaks between positions. We catch our breath, kiss, and cuddle until we get so turned on that it’s time to go at it again.

He extracts himself from our human pretzel, he keeps my ass towards him. Obediently, I raise my hips and he slowly pushes into me from behind. With my head turned to breathe, I can see him fucking me in the mirror. Holy fuck, that is hot. (Writing about it today is making my pussy wet and tingly.)

He flips me to my back and draws my knees to his chest. He holds them to bring himself in deep with every single stroke. “I’m going to come,” he grunts. “Yesss,” I respond, my speech slurred from pleasure. I expect him to finish in me, but he pulls out and ropes of cum coat my breasts and stomach.

Snuggle break.

I’m wondering if that’s it, and if this is the beginning of falling into the “man gets off and falls asleep, and woman remains anorgasmic” trope… Nope, I shouldn’t have worried. After catching his breath, he rouses me in a soft and caring way, a departure from the raw animal clawing at each other that started the night.

He starts kissing me, my cheek, my neck, my shoulder, then transitions to sucking at my nipples. His hands slowly trace my body in increasingly sexual ways. It starts with the platonic and comforting shoulder rub, then romantic gentle pressure on my waist, then sexual scratching on my back and grabbing my ass. I grind against his thigh with increasing frequency and desperation. He turns me around so I am the little spoon, and positions my leg to drape over his, opening access to my clit.

He plays with me, still kissing my cheek, neck, and shoulder. But as my body stiffens and my breathing becomes more labored, he focuses all of his attention and energy on his right hand.

He feels fantastic, but I’m wondering if he’s going to be able to get me all the way, wondering at what point do I stop him and finish myself. I compromise and guide his hand a little- which he is very receptive to, and has clearly learned that women get off when there is a pleasurable and predictable rhythm. And my goodness, his forearm strength and stamina… I’ve never been able to masturbate the way his hand played with me- I wish! He dips his fingers between my pussy lips to rewet them then continues to flit his fingers across my clit. That added slickness makes all the difference. Suddenly, I’m unmistakably on the path towards an orgasm.

“Oh my God. Yes… Yes.Yes.Yesyesyes!” His hand is still wedged between my thighs. My arm has been behind me the whole time, my hand on his thigh, and now gripping him as I brace myself in waves of pleasure.

Still a very new lover to me, he has just accomplished something I’ve only experienced three times in my life: a partner making me come using only his hands. I told him that his forearms have more stamina than mine! He laughs, “I’d feel like I’m about to cramp up, then your body would signal to me that it is working, so I kept going!” He really does want me to feel good, and he is reading my non-verbal cues.

We basked in the post-orgasmic glow. As is now typical for us, we cuddled and talked. He enveloped me in a full body hug. His leg around mine, arms swallowing me into his torso, my head in the nook of his neck. He stroked my hair and kissed my forehead.

He will be back soon enough. I can’t wait!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/jln02z/fm_my_31f_covid_dryspellending_partner_40m_has