Like coming home

"Oh, what a wet pussy. You don't mind if I taste this pussy, do you?"

My response was to toss my head and groan deeply. I wanted his cock inside me.

"I didn't think so." His face was buried between my legs before I could think about it, his tongue lapping at my clit. His fingers slid inside as he explored the rest of my sex with his tongue. Sensations flooded me - wet tongue, hard fingers, sliding, stroking. I bucked.

"Please," I begged again when he pulled his face away. I had been begging for a while now.

"Please what?"

"Oh, God, please fuck me with your cock."

"Oh, is that what you want?"

On top of me, he slid just the head of his cock inside my wet, needy hole and he teased me. "You wanted this in your mouth, didn't you?" He rocked back and forth, fucking me with just the head of his cock. I arched up into him, trying to engulf him, but he pulled away each time, maintaining the slight penetration.

"Yes, yes," I agreed, panting, desperate, my body surging uselessly beneath him. So near and yet so fucking far.

"Poor girl. So long since she's been properly fucked. How's this, baby?" He slowly sank a little more of his cock inside me, to many happy noises from me.

I watched him through half-closed eyes as he sank all the way inside me, my mouth opening in a scream of absolute joy as he bottomed out. Oh, fuck, yes. I closed my eyes again with the sheer pleasure as I lifted my hips into him, circling slowly, stroking his hardness with my insides.

"Look at me while I fuck you. Yeah, there you are. I'm fucking you," he growled down into my face, as screams streamed endlessly out of me. Fuck, he felt fantastic after so very, very long. Every millimeter of his hardness driving down into me made me squeal with delight. The strokes out were just as slow, creating anticipation for when the emptiness would be filled again. Days with no sex make this one very sad girl.

"Don't ever stop," I begged him softly as we moved slowly together.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" he asked as we ground into each other.

He didn't, of course. But then there were his fingers, sliding against all the parts so freshly fucked, wrenching orgasm after orgasm from my trembling, sighing, screaming body. "Come for me, baby, that's right, good girl."

Is there any better way to be a good girl than by responding to a command to come over and over and over? I think not.

He seemed finished, but as he stroked my back with his fingertips I screamed. "Oh, God, my love, you've turned my entire body into an erogenous zone," I whimpered as he kept touching my back, my side, my neck, my nipple.

"Oooh, I like to touch your erogenous zones," he responded, and proceeded to do so, despite my begging, screaming, and trembling.

"Ooh, look at you. Are you about to come just from me touching you?"

I was. I was shaking, whimpering, very, very close.

And then I felt his cock, hard again against my back. Apparently an oversensitive girl who nearly orgasms from light touches to vast expanses of skin is a major turn-on for my man.

"You want my cock again?"

"Oh, yes," I whispered.

Afterward, as we lay basking in the glow of our amazing fuck session, I said "Let's not ever, ever go that long without sex again."

Three nights is way, way too long.

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Apologies for the rough-hewn nature of the post. I fear I haven't time to flesh it out properly or even introduce it.