We live in different states, and hadn’t seen each other in a while. We hugged and kissed briefly when I picked him up from the airport. I immediately got excited and wet, just thinking about having sex with him when we got back to my apartment. The entire ride home I tried to keep cool, and not get too excited prematurely. It didn’t work. When we finally arrived he dropped his bags by the door. I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom.
“Take off your pants. I need you.”
I ordered him. He always took direction well, but rarely needed any. He did as I asked while I stripped my now soaking underwear. I hoped he didn’t see how wet I had become. I wanted him to please me with his hands first.
I couldn’t resist his body. I held his face close while I kissed him, and grabbed his perfectly round butt with the other hand. I pulled him close, or as close as I could with his hand rubbing between the lips of my pussy. He worked his way to my clit, while I worked my way around the head of his already hard cock. I lead him to the bed. We were too busy rubbing and exploring each other’s bodies to make out or kiss too much. His hand moved inside me. I gasped with excitement. I reached down with my hand to play with his balls. His hand felt very wet, almost dripping. His cock was hard, and thicker and longer than anything I had inside me for months.
“I want you so badly” I told him.
“I want you too.”