I’m a pretty needy and sexual person. Being away from my love for 2 weeks was incredibly difficult. I would find myself fantasizing about him every day, often imagining what he’d do to me when I got home.
He’d push me against the wall and kiss me, grabbing at my ass, tits, waist, and throat. I imagined him pulling my hair sharply, kissing my neck, and slipping his hand into my pants. He wouldn’t be able to stop himself and would fuck me right there against the wall.
The reality was different, but so much better. When he stepped through my door, I immediately ran into his arms and we just hugged and kissed for a while. He made me tell him a day by day description of my trip while he slowly stroked my body, stopping to pinch my nipples every once in a while. It was torturous, which was exactly what he wanted. Id stop in the middle of speaking, distracted, and he’d grab my chin, pull me to him and tell me to keep talking.
When finally, I finished, he flipped me over so I was on my back on the bed. He pulled my pants off and kissed his way down my body, before licking up my pussy. Grabbing my thighs, he pulled me to the edge of the bed, staring up into my eyes as I arched into his mouth. But I quickly pulled him up, begging him to fuck me.
He didn’t fuck me right away, however, because I went to lubricate his dick with my mouth, and couldn’t stop myself from sucking him off. I missed his cock in my mouth so much, feeling his hands in my hair as he pushes me down farther and farther. I begged him to fuck my face, needing a punishment for daring to leave him, my everything. So he did, fucking my face through my gagging and choking. I loved it.
I got on top of him, relishing in the feeling of him pushing into my needy pussy. I would never leave this again. He quickly flipped me over though, pushing into me and grabbing my face as he fucked me. He praised me, calling me his beautiful girl. He told me how much he needed me under him, cumming around his cock.
I needed to be his submissive whore after having to put on an innocent front for 2 weeks. It’s only with him I can be my true self. He took a pretty cloth and tied it around my wrists, using my body for his pleasure. And it felt so good for me too, I couldn’t stop cumming around him as he railed into me, screaming that I was his.
Any time the words “you’re mine” passed his lips, I came all around him.
He fucked me for an hour, eventually taking off the cloth so I could grip at his hair as he destroyed my body and soul. As he came in me, I felt complete again.
We took a shower after, in which I couldn’t help myself and got on my knees. I sucked him down like a good girl. He told me how pretty I looked, on my knees worshipping him as water dripped down my newly tanned skin. I don’t like myself with wet hair, but he says there’s never a time I’m not the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Especially if I’m sucking his cock.
Eventually, I got up and he fucked me from behind, pushing me against the shower wall. The water rawed me out, however, so we got out, dried off, and went back to the bedroom. There, he had me put a vibrator against my clit and hold it there with my thighs. I went back on my knees for him, grinding on my vibrator as he fucked my face. I watched him lean back, gripping my hair. His abs were defined and his face concentrated in pleasure as he hit the back of my throat over and over.
After, I rode him. He choked me from below, and I dropped all my weight into his hands as I bounced up and down. It felt so fucking good. We fucked for a while, but I wanted him in my mouth again, but he wanted me in his mouth too.
I put my pussy on his face while I leaned over and took his cock in my mouth. He licked and sucked at me while I gave him a blowjob only a whore good. I took him into my throat again and again as I grinded on his face. It didn’t take him long to cum, and I swallowed him down with greed.
Then he pulled me back up to sit on his face. I held his hair as he licked me. I needed something inside me, and he grabbed my g-spot vibrator. He fucked me with it while licking at my clit. I couldn’t tell where he ended and the toy began, it all felt like pleasure. I was dripping over him. When I wasn’t throwing my head back in pleasure, we’d look at each other. Watching him lick at me, staring into my eyes, seeing how much enjoyed my pleasure, pushed me over the edge several times. I don’t know how many times I came, or how long I was on his face, but it felt like hours of pleasure.
Afterwards, I was so exhausted, both from the sex and the jetlag, that I passed out in his arms.
I had a nightmare that woke me up, so we fucked my fear away in the middle of the night too.
It was a good return home.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/wnvh0t/coming_back_to_him_after_a_2week_vacation_i_was