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| "Never," he says, sitting up slightly My hips undulate as I press my pelvis further into his face, feeling the tip of his nose kissing my clit His mouth makes its way south, over the slope of my ribcage and the ring in my navel to the edge of my panties His strong hands reach over my head to grip the bedrails to steady our joining as he bucks in and out of my open body I stay at home and do my writing and he goes to work at the office His eyes shoot open, and they flicker up and down my sexy visage His hands move to my ass, gripping it and guiding my body to grind harder against his pelvis He spreads the lips of my shaven sex apart with his gentle fingers and begins to eat at my insides, sucking on my clit and dipping his tongue into the hidden passage to my womb I can recall once after he undressed me, he pulled my body on top of his so that I was straddling his lap and his breath was so ragged as he said (pleaded), "Take out my cock Until next time All day long I write my romance novels and fantasize about what I will do to him when he comes home His dark eyes are so passionate even in their weary, almost half-massed state His hand grips my breast as I come hard, a strangled moan escaping my open lips My eyes flicker down his chest and stomach to the gathering of black fabric between his legs We fucked everywhere in those early days His eyelids flutter as I softly tap on the door with my knuckles I breath the sacred two-word demand, barely audible between our lips, and he is inside of me in a second flat Crawling towards his half-mass body, I command, "Just relax All day long my subconscious plots over the points of flesh, the curves of bones, deciding what will come first in the late hours of the afternoon: fellatio or just good old-fashioned intercourse He starts when I rip his tie apart suddenly, caught off-guard by the beast in me I would love for it to go on forever The strands of my hair are almost brushing his chest and neck He flips me onto my back suddenly, pins my hands to the bed with one hand and strains to rip away my bra with the other The leather seats were so sticky and tantalizing against my naked skin When he succeeds, his fingers cannot resist giving my full breasts their full attention I go into the bathroom hurriedly, the excitement in my rising as I reach the mirror and pull off my silk robe My fingers bite into his hips as he jams in and out of my hot sex, wishing they were holding the bones themselves to analyze the most pure of body mechanics He grunts and I moan, the sounds coming one after the other as if one is a question and the other an answer My hand runs over the succulent flesh, savoring the pink nipples, the dip of his abdomen, and the soft patch of downy hairs circling his bellybutton and dancing south to heaven Slowly, deliberately, I brush his shirt collar with my fingers Here he pauses, tempting me until my hand presses the back of his head, my fingers ruffling his hair I haven't heard him come in One by one, I pluck the buttons of his shirt apart and then I smooth the fabric to each rib, exposing his bare and muscular chest and stomach I know when he is near me I take down my strawberry hair and it tumbles about my pale face carelessly I turn around and look at him with a mischievous smile already forming on my face It seems to go on forever " I reached down and my fingers expertly ripped his zipper to shreds and pulled out his naked sex In the elevator at the airport In his office during the busiest hours of the afternoon I am amused at his inability to predict me after all this time Almost fully He comes up to kiss me immediately after, tonguing me hard so that I can taste my climax all in his mouth I can sense him approaching from the farthest distance, feel his breath on my skin, warm and labored as it always is " He arches an eyebrow at me curiously as if to say "What are you up to?" "Just go," I prod, and he obeys, reluctantly disengaging his arms from around my form and walking wearily towards the open bedroom door He moans against my mouth and tongue as my hand squeezes and rubs the head of his clothed cock I then struggle with his zipper and underwear until I have pulled his cock free of its restraints and it is hard and seething in my greedy fingers The more risk the better, the more heightened our excitement I left holes in his back, claw marks along his spine from those times when the ecstasy would overwhelm me and I became human in my most pure, primitive state " Seconds later, I am bending over him but not touching him I open my legs around his face as he bends down to lick my clit in one tormenting swoop There are no moments in my life that I can compare to the seconds he was inside of me and I would scream from the sheer pleasure of it He loves it when I use the f-word I writhe against him in my agony/ecstasy and he uses his teeth to torture me further It's no wonder I'm so hungry when he gets home I always had to be down to my barest necessities He's had a rough day, I can tell He'd strip me bare always - never just my skirt or underwear Beneath it I am wearing a blood red velvet push-up bra that shows off my milky-white cleavage beautifully and a pair of red velvet thongs to match Erect I can feel the tip and length of his cock stroking my clit even through the panties I kiss him softly on the lips and my tongue moves against his, my fingers moving down to his enlarged groin without forethought One of his black Oxfords is untied He pulls and plays with my nipples until they are erect and budding from his teasing, then he bites them playfully with his sharp teeth As a finishing touch, I carefully apply a coat of red stay-put lipstick to my full, puckering mouth " "I am," he says, sighing "Too tired to fuck?" I ask him I get on top of him, straddling his lap, the velvet of my panties rubbing against the skin of his sex, teasing and tormenting him All of the feelings come back, every little sensation washing through me like that hot breath on my skin, like his strong fingers on my lips His red tie is hanging loosely at his open white collar, the hand holding his suit jacket limp and exhausted In my mind now he is even there after so long, standing behind me, his husky form pressed to my back and ass as his cock is hard against me I love how loud he cries out when he finally comes, his semen pouring into my womb One of my knees is between his thighs, one of my hands is between his rib and arm Soon I am wet and tortured with my want of him inside of me "No," I whisper He bites into my bottom lip and I cry out from the pain/pleasure and then rape his tongue again with my own He thinks it's the naughtiest word in any language Now we live together All the visions of our erotic entanglements come back to haunt me now, like a home movie that I haven't seen in the longest time but that I am now playing back in my mind I come into the bedroom and he is lying on the paisley spread like a defeated man Expertly, he pulls my panties down and off with his teeth and discards them to an unimportant region of the room His eyes scrutinize over my face so close to his, looking me up and down as they dare the fire raging inside of me " I go over to the bed and kneel down on it like a cat He's so big and it is hard to restrain my hands from touching his cock One of our favorite places to make love was in the backseat of his (now ex-) wife's swank black Lincoln Towncar "Stay where you are I could do this till the end of time, have him filling me and hearing his guttural groans of rapture as he takes me violently "Why don't you go lay down on the bed, and I will be with you in a few minutes His hard cock is throbbing and hot as it fills me, painful even after all of our previous penetration sessions My body is so hyped up, my lips and hands so starved with the want of human flesh and blood that I "Honey," I say It's like the last ejaculation of bliss there will or ever could be In the movie theater My thighs wrap around his hips as I move my pelvis to meet his harrowing thrusts, our bones jamming into and out of one another I get up from the computer and walk over to him, kiss his cheek as I wrap my arms around him "Knock knock," I say seductively " "Still writing?" a voice asks behind me "You look exhausted Soon this is not enough for me and I fumble to unbuckle his belt with one hand, my other hand moving into his dark hair My mouth is hungry for his |
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