I walk in the room to find him sitting on the bed, peeling his dress shirt off. He looks so delicious – it takes every ounce of my willpower not to push him back on the bed and rip his pants off. Instead, I stand before him, hands on his well defined shoulder, rubbing the tight muscles before moving up the strong column of his neck. He moans at my touch, eyes half closed. I don’t think he has any idea of what I want from him.
I push my way forward, parting his thighs with my legs, stepping forward until I’m right up against the bed. I run my fingers through his thick hair, bending slightly to drop a kiss on his full lips. He returns the kiss, keeping it brief, like mine, chaste. We embrace, still kissing lightly. “I’m so glad you’re home,” I tell him. He smiles, looking up at me, so handsome, but I need more.
In one smooth motion, I push him back on the bed, straddle his waist. I lean forward, my hair falling forward in a smooth curtain to hide us both from the world as we kiss, my hands in his hair, my tongue in his mouth. Tongues tangle and he pushes his hands up under the back of my shirt, sliding his fingers down the back of my shorts, finding the lace thong that I’ve already soaked through with my juices.
I spread my thighs wider, dropping my body against the hard evidence thrusting through the thin material of his suit pants. I grind myself against him, burying my face in the smoothness of his neck, sucking and kissing, dropping little bites guaranteed to make his gasp and jerk against me. I tell him that we need to get changed, to get out and bike before everyone comes over for dinner, but that I need him first. It’s been an entire week since I last felt him inside me, and there’s nothing to match the ferocity of my need once my period’s finally over and done with.
I pull off of him, gasping for breath. I pull my shorts down, not bothering to unzip them, just pushing them over my hips. My panties follow, a lacy puddle at my feet. He’s on his feet, pulling off pants and boxers in one smooth movement, then he’s laying back on the bed watching me as I pull my t-shirt over my head, then pull my bra off, throwing it somewhere behind me as I rush to the bed, to him. I’m on him, straddling him again, my legs twined around his, my feet pinned beneath his legs. He’s reaching between us, to grab his cock, to rub it against me. He gasps when he finds how wet I am already, and wastes no further time entering me, pushing into my tightness until I’m blissfully filled with his cock and gasping, trying to keep my hips from bucking and jerking.
I ride him, hands flat on his chest, fingers teasing his hard nipples. My thighs clenching as I move up and down his shaft, my motions becoming less controlled as the pleasure overtakes me. His hands on my waist, gripping my hips, pulling me down to his mouth so he can tongue and taste my nipples. The first orgasm is intense, and I bite my lip to keep from crying out as he pinches my nipple between his fingers, pushing me into that space where blackness rises behind my eyelids and I shock myself by making high pitched animal noises so feral I hardly know they come from my mouth. He pulls me down to him, taking my mouth with his own, pushing his tongue between my lips to give me something to suck on while the spasms in my cunt make me crazy.
Several orgasms later, and my thighs ache. I need more, I need him thrusting into me, his fist in my hair. I climb off, beg him to fuck me on my knees as I bury my face in the covers, ass in the air, legs spread the way he likes me. His hands span my waist, forcing me into an exaggerated bend, my back arched unnaturally in a way that forces my ass up to him like it is served on a platter. The first stroke of his cock goes in deep bottoming out on my cervix, and I’m biting the sheets trying not to scream as he teaches me the meaning of the word fuck. He’s merciless, pounding me, grabbing me by the waist to pull me back up when my knees threaten to give out. He holds back, refusing to come until he’s exhausted me.
Later, riding my bike with him, I can still feel the stickiness between my legs throbbing with each bump and jolt of the road. I look over my shoulder to see him watching me from his position behind me, his look so primal that I know exactly what he’s thinking about. I blush deeply, and look away, wondering if tonight’s lovemaking will be so rushed, so desperate, so urgent…or whether our beasts have been sated, for the moment.
