I’ve shared with you, dear reader, five encounters (you can read them in my blog if you missed them) of the purest, most passionate and erotic sex I’ve ever experienced. We’ve limited these encounters to work or my bedroom, but don’t be discouraged – we spent three nights together in a different city recently where I experienced the absolute most intense orgasm in my entire life (I’m a bit of a tease, you see…this story isn’t about that trip, just giving you something to think about for a second while I gather my thoughts for this tale). It’s been a while since I shared with you, and for that I apologize. We (he and I) do have lives outside of this affair and haven’t been able to get the timing just right for many new encounters, until last Thursday.
Working hard all day to get everything finished before the long weekend, we talked off and on a bit in the morning and he left work mid-day. I had already decided to leave in the afternoon and get an early start to the weekend, but it wasn’t looking like I was getting out of work early despite my best efforts. 2:03pm, I’m still at work, but get a text from him: “I’ve got my dick in my hand right now. You on the way home?” Me: “Leaving in 10.” Him: “Be naked and on your knees when I get there.” Now, you see, we had no plans to meet that day and, truly, the “leaving in 10” should have been a lie. I had work to do and should have stayed and finished it. But the text left my heart beating hard and my pussy aching and soaked. He still does that to me, and regularly, something I’ve found usually stops in the 2nd or 3rd month of any sexual relationship if not sooner. Not this time though. Not with him. One request, command really, and I’m a dripping mess of desire. So I left work, and fast, texting him when I was almost home (after, of course, a baby orgasm in the car just so I’d be warmed up) that I was going to jump in the shower, and to let himself in if he got there before I got out.
I showered quickly, my heart still beating fast and my pussy still throbbing. Stepping out, I saw him in the bathroom mirror and gasped, startled. I didn’t think he’d get there before I got out. And then, before I said anything, his hands were on me, towel forgotten, tongue in my mouth. I sighed from pure pleasure, kissing him back, my hands roaming but trying not to get him too wet. He broke away for a minute to undress while I got us beer from the fridge. Back in the bedroom, he kissed me again, hard, and we fell on to the bed. I could feel the orgasm already tickling the backs of my thighs and he hadn’t even touched my pussy yet. I wanted – needed – him inside me, now. And he knew it, commented that I was late on the plan and not on my knees when he arrived. I responded with an unintelligible moan as he entered me slowly (teasing almost), kissing me hard. “That is the wettest pussy” in my ear. The sound of his voice, the feel of him filling me up, and his breath on my neck were more than I could take. My hips bucked without any effort on my part, pulling him deeper inside, faster, harder. And quickly, so quickly, I felt the lightning touch of the orgasm send quivers through every nerve in my body. Gasping, my legs locked around him, I couldn’t do anything for a second except feel. I felt every hair stand on end, my toes curl, my eyes close involuntarily, and my breathing go ragged. My nipples were on fire, the friction from his chest sending tiny little shocks through them. It felt like all the warmth in my body was being drawn to my pussy, leaving my arms and legs shivering and every inch of me shaking with pleasure.
I hadn’t forgotten how easily he brings me to orgasm, but am surprised every single time like it’s the first. I caught my breath and he pinned my legs back, fucking me hard, my clit under his thumb as I came again and again, shaking so hard that I couldn’t even lift my arms to touch him. A quick break while we both recovered for a minute, and I flipped over, my knees on the edge of the bed, him behind me standing. Never a big fan of this position before, I absolutely love it with him. Something about the way he moves and how he fits with me just works and I find myself backing into him, fucking him back just as hard as I can and without really trying. I felt him slide into me and move slowly as I relaxed my arms and breathed in the beginnings of the next orgasm. “Touch your clit with your hand.” And I did. Softly circling and teasing more than anything else, I didn’t want to take anything away from the sensation of feeling him fuck me hard as my pussy was already tightening around him with the orgasm that was building. One hand on my ass, the other running up my spine, he pulled back just a bit, as the first wave of the orgasm broke over me, and fucked me harder and deeper and faster as I backed into him, pacing his rhythm as my body shivered again.
He slowed for a minute as I got my shivering under control with the orgasm and surprised me with a hard slap on the ass. Gasping, the heat from his hand spreading on my ass with the sting, I backed into him again. “Fuck me. Please,” my response. Another hard slap and he slammed into me until I had all of him and hard. His hands on my hips, fucking my pussy fast and deep, I stretched out my arms and rested my cheek on the bed. I could feel my breathing speeding up again, shallow and ragged, and felt my own wetness drip down my thigh as my pussy quivered and another hard orgasm started burning in my belly. My body heat drew in again, towards my pussy, and I felt his fingers start up my spine. I lifted my cheek off the bed as the orgasm started to break, and felt his hand in my hair, lifting my head, pulling just enough to hold me still but not so much that I couldn’t tilt my hips back towards him, inviting him to fuck me harder still. “Tell me,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. I moaned in response initially, knowing what he wanted but unsure I had words. His hand tightened in my hair and I felt the heat explode in my pussy as the orgasm rocked me. “I’m cumming,” I whispered. “Louder.” “I’m cumming,” and couldn’t say anything else, my words choked off by panting and a moan that I couldn’t talk through as I felt the tingle again on every inch of my skin, my legs shaking, my heart pounding, and my stomach muscles quivering like everything inside me was turning inside out with pleasure. He still had my hair in his hand and turned my head so that he could kiss me, softly this time, falling with me on to the bed, still inside me from behind, moving slowly. I couldn’t move, could only lay there and feel him inside me as I fought to regain control of my muscles. He pulled back and relaxed beside me while I quivered with the fading spasms of the orgasm.
In control of most of my motor functions again, I slid my hand down his belly, over his hips, and over his thighs, feeling his skin against mine, his sweat and mine together. I could smell the sex in the room, feel the heat coming off his body and mine, and felt him get hard again in my hand. I moved down on the bed and took him in my mouth, tasting myself on him, sweet and salty and sated. Taking all of him in my mouth, he sighed and settled back into the pillows, relaxing, his hips raising just a bit to meet my mouth. I tasted him slowly, licking and teasing until he was completely hard again. I chased my mouth with my hand, intentionally now, not sure if we had enough time for him to finish but set on trying. You see, I enjoy making him cum, enjoy the taste of him in my mouth, his hands in my hair, the muscles in his legs tense and hard as he alternates letting me have control and fucking my mouth.
A long standing fantasy (and where this story is going) was for him to cum on my face. Having never experienced a facial, I got the chance with him on the little trip I mentioned earlier – but that time doesn’t really count. It was dark in the room and neither of us saw it. Today was a little different. I played a little more with my mouth on him until I knew he was close. And then he took over, standing over me as I lay on the bed, my arm wrapped around his thigh, my other hand touching him while he touched himself. I enjoy watching him. There’s something extraordinarily erotic about watching a man who knows you’re watching. And to touch him at the same time, but not necessarily with the intent of taking over what he’s doing, is beyond my meager means of description. I love it though. Watching him, my own body completely relaxed, fulfilled and sated, I felt his thigh tense, saw his stomach muscles contract, and felt my pussy get wet all over again just as he moaned and came…all over my face! It was satisfying, to say the very least. For both of us. I came more times than I counted, got a real facial (in the daylight this time!), and he was able to cum on my face after fucking me senseless. And all before the workday was officially over. We were out of time, cleaned up, talked a bit, and kissed our goodbyes.