“You look too beautiful cumming in lace,” I grinned, tossing her now thoroughly dripping panties in a random direction.
She smiled that wonderful, embarrassed, happy smile that makes me melt.
“Shut up and fuck me.” She said playfully.
Without further provocation, I knelt between her legs. I hadn’t been inside of her for six months. I had dreamed of this every single night in that time. I felt a need to be inside of her deep in my bones. I was almost frantic to have her. Hell, I was still wearing my shirt and jeans! Mostly.
I lined myself up, taking a second to run my tip over her lips. Her beautiful shaved pussy split for me, literally dripping down my shaft. I moved my tip up and down, savoring the painfully slow seconds of anticipation, watching her squirm every time I got close to her clit, and wiggle every time I grazed her opening.
Finally, I pushed in.
She gasped, mouth and eyes wide. I moaned, lifting my head to the ceiling, lost in the burning hot grip of her body. She was so wet that I slipped into her with ease, gliding into her molten, tight tunnel.