He’s finally here, and just as stunningly attractive as ever. He smells wonderful, and the energy in the room right now alone tells me I’m in for a much needed treat.
He inches closer and leans in to me, meeting my lips meekly. I slowly kiss back, separating briefly here and there, until we both again get comfortable with each other. His hands discretely begin to wander; they move from my cheek, down my neck, over my shoulders, to my waist, and back up again, cupping my breasts, gently squeezing here and there. My hands begin to wander as well; along the back of his neck to that extra soft patch of hair, down over his chest, along his sides, until finally, ever so slightly rubbing, pushing against his thick, growing cock- grabbing at it through his pants, the way I know he loves, as he pushes back into my palm.
His breathing begins to pick up, as does mine. I can feel our heartbeats beating steadily faster as we explore each other, tentatively at first, but with growing confidence and ease. I fall back onto the bed with him on top of me as we make out heavily, and begin to grind against each other in slow, momentous, powerful strides.