A Long-Awaited Rendezvous, Part 3

Read Part 1 here.


Read Part 2 here.

I press down on your back, pushing your face into the sheets.  You arch your back reflexively, your ass rising to meet me.

"Fuck me," you say again.  Even muffled by the bed, I love the sound of your urgent need.  I'm not the type to disagree with such a wanton request.

My cock throbs, the swollen purple head batting gently against your opening.  I'm not hesitating; I've never been so willing to do something in my life.  I'm not even trying to tease you.  I just want this moment to last as long as it possibly can.  That's how long I've been waiting for this.

"Come on.  Please."

It's the please that does it.  How can I resist such impeccable manners?  All at once I slip inside you, filling your pussy.  You sigh heartily, contentedly even, as I insert myself as deeply as I can go.  Leaning forward, I take hold of your silky, flaxen hair and pull your head back to me.  You lift yourself up onto your hands and despite the awkward angle our mouths meet in a sweltering kiss that stifles your moans as our bodies slowly grind together.

As I feel your delicate lips grazing mine, I taste your tongue against my own.  The passion between us drives me to fuck you harder, deeper, faster.  To my delight, you prove yourself anything but passive as you raise your hips to meet my every downward thrust.  Our bodies move in perfect unison, our movements graceful and deliberate.

The kiss breaks at last, and as you lower your head back down to the bed I feel your fingertips brushing my cock and I realize that you are touching yourself.  Your quick, shallow breaths betray your excitement.  I take my hands from your hips and cup your breasts, feeling their weight in my grasp.  Leaning down to your soft, pale neck, my lips caress your fair, sweet flesh and I thrust with renewed vigor.

Your taste and your scent are almost overpowering, and combined with the thought of you fingering your clit I can feel myself treading near the edge.  I try to distract myself with unsexy thoughts, but there are none.  All I can focus on is the way the your slippery contours ensconce my hardness, luring me ever closer to my orgasm.

Your rapid breaths become moans of pleasure that announce your climax.  As I take my hands from your breasts and place them on your ass I turn up the speed.  My cock nudges your G-spot, and all at once you cum in a copious gush, moaning in ecstatic harmony.  I stop thrusting.

I pull out of you, and as you catch your breath I turn you onto your back.  Looking up at me, you proffer your still-dripping fingers up to my mouth.  I take a taste and savor you once again, then open your legs wide.  I stroke my cock against your pussy until you can't stand it any longer.  You grab my hips and pull me closer.  As I bury myself within you, you lock your feet behind my waist and pull me deep.

My thrusts are persistent and strong.  I know it won't take me long.  You hold your breasts up as though offering them to me for inspection.  We lock eyes and you goad me to orgasm.

"Cum."  The word is a breathless, throaty whisper.  "Cum for me."

It takes no more than that.  In seconds my cock is in my hand, the pulsing head close to your breasts as I stroke.  You give a pleasured sigh as climax overtakes me, and the first jets of my cum splash your heaving breasts.  Your mouth envelops me, and you swallow the rest.

Exhausted, I collapse beside you, watching your chest rise and fall with each breath.  My arms caress your face, and we kiss.  This time the kiss is much more gentle, almost tender.

"Shower?" you ask.  I'm already up on my feet.

Read Part 4 here.