She took him in her mouth, not because she had to, but because she wanted to. It had been so long since she’d tasted him… smelled him… felt him. She needed to have him inside of her in every way possible.
She shifted down in the bed and closed her eyes as her lips moved up and down his sizeable, thick shaft. He was already rock hard and she could feel every inch of his rippled texture under her tongue as she licked him up and down. He groaned, his hands moving down along the backs of her thighs. Her head bobbed up and down more rapidly as she sucked him between her lips. He tasted so good… just as good as she remembered.
It had been only weeks, but it felt like months, or even years. He had traveled away for business and her bed had immediately turned into a desolate landscape of aching wanting. The miles that separated her from her lover were difficult to endure. While they could talk on the phone, she could not reach out in the middle of the night to seek his comfort when she woke. She could not feel the warmth of his body next to her. She could not run her hands over the thick hair on his chest and head. She could do none of those things while he was away. The only thing she could do was touch herself, and imagine that he was there, with her.
Many times she touched herself during those long weeks as she awaited his return. She stripped her body completely naked and stretched her long, slender legs out on her bed. She ran her hands over her large, full breasts, pulling sharply on her nipples until they stiffened under her touch. She moved her hands between her legs, cupping her soft mound and sliding her fingers between her slick, wet folds. Many times she brought herself to orgasm in those long, lonely weeks, yet it was not enough—it could never be enough. She needed him. She needed to feel his thick, hard cock penetrating her. She needed to feel his warm, muscled torso pressed against her body. She needed his lips on hers, kissing her, tasting her, wanting her as much as she wanted him.
He had returned to her in the middle of the night and slipped into her bed. It had felt like a dream, but it was real. Now it was morning, and finally, she could have him again.
Her tongue moved languidly up and down his shaft as she took him deeper inside her mouth. Her head followed the movements of her hand that was sliding back and forth on his cock, her fingers wrapped tightly around his pulsing member. She was excellent at giving oral pleasure, and truth be told it turned her on to do so—it turned her on so much that she moved her other hand down between her legs and began to tease herself.
He let out a quiet groan, just to let her know he enjoyed what she was doing. She smiled. It was early dawn, and there was no need to make much noise. They could fuck wildly all afternoon and all night, but for now, their tender reconnecting was one of soft gasps and quiet whispers. That was enough.
His hands roamed her body, grabbing mounds of her breasts through her small cotton tank top. He cupped her smooth buttocks, squeezing them in his powerful hands, demonstrating to her how much he, too, had missed her.
She released him from her mouth and moved up and kissed him. She pressed her body against his, her hips moving in little circles, showing him how desperately she wanted him. His hand moved down between her legs, replacing hers. His finger slipped between her soft folds. He found her clit and flicked it rapidly, arousing her desires to even greater highs. She cried out softly. She couldn’t last much longer. She needed him inside her.
Moving quickly she rolled over and faced away from him. He raised her leg and pushed his hips between her thighs. She felt his cock at her wet entrance. Slowly he eased into her. She could feel her inner walls opening, taking him deep inside her. She gasped as he pulled back out then thrust into her. The feeling of him filling her was like no other. Her mind went blank. A deep heat began to burn in her loins. He spread her thighs open and began to thrust into her more forcefully. Her breasts heaved up and down. His tongue devoured her mouth. They were reconnecting in the way she had so desperately yearned for all these weeks.
Her painted toes danced in the air as he thrust into her. Over and over again their bodies crushed together, his powerful thighs slapping against her soft skin.
He slowed down, then sped up, then slowed down then sped up again. His tempo kept her on the edge. Once again her hand found her clit. She cried out as he drove into her deeper and deeper. Then he stopped, and slid off the bed. His head moved between her legs, his lips finding her soft folds. She moaned as he held her hips in his hands and licked her furiously. She dragged her fingers through his hair, pressing him to her. She could feel herself growing wetter and wetter. His tongue was relentless. Her heels pressed against his shoulders, digging into him. She needed him so badly. His hand moved up her belly, pressing her down into the soft bed as he continued to lick her. The teasing was simply too much to bear. She pulled him toward her, begging with her eyes for him to enter her again with his cock.
He did not need to be asked twice.
Pinning her down onto the bed he drove his cock back into her as deeply as he could. Her body shook as he worked his long shaft into her. She moaned with the delicious pleasure, yet still she needed him in her even deeper. She pushed herself up and turned around, then offered her back side to him. He took hold of her hips and drove his cock into her from behind, hitting her so deeply she could only gasp. He pulled her toward him then reached around and cupped her breasts. He held her to him, her back pressed against his chest as he remained deep inside her. They paused, taking a moment to breathe.
He let her go. She returned to all fours, this time ready to climax. He drove into her with everything he had and she pushed back against him with equal force. Their bodies glistened in sweat. Their primal cries grew louder and louder. The bed shook. The morning was no longer quiet. The bedroom walls barely contained their passion as she grew closer and closer to a final moment of pleasure. Then, it was upon her. She cried out as she came, her insides exploding in a sensation of pure bliss and electrified pleasure.
Now it was his turn. She moved over and once again took him in her mouth. She could feel his tension, his need to release. She sucked him harder and harder until he was so close she could feel it, then quickly climbed on top of him and straddled his leg. She faced away from him and held his cock tightly between her legs. She pumped him hard until she felt him explode in her hand, his body shaking quietly underneath her. She leaned back and collapsed back onto his body.
They kissed deeply again, unable to keep from smiling at one another. Both knew what the other was thinking… it had certainly been worth the wait. Another thought was also running through her head: it was only morning, they still had the entire day to do it all again.
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