God, I wanted you.
Since this morning, when you woke up to the sound of the shower turning on and followed me in, I've thought about nothing else. You surprised me with your cold hands on my breasts, automatically pinching my already-hard nipples. You traced your hand down my stomach to tease my pussy, getting wetter and wetter as you touched. You began to thrust your fingers inside of me, making me push my hips against yours, grinding back into your massive cock.
I tried to swing around and drop to my knees to take you in my mouth, but you had a different plan. You moved your hands to my hips and thrust your throbbing cock inside of me without warning, making me grip the wall of the shower for balance.
You pumped your cock into my pussy for several minutes, alternating between pinching my nipples and fingering my clit to urge me on, my moans pushing you further. I began to cum around you at your touch, and you exploded your cock inside of me.
But, just as quickly as you came, you left. You hopped out of the shower, and I stayed in to continue washing and come down from the high of my orgasm. My knees shook a little, so I took a minute to regain my balance. But, by the time I got out of the shower, you had left for work.
It was unfinished business. Cumming just once in that short of time is unacceptable. Although we are accustomed to our morning quickies, I never feel like I get enough of you to hold me over for the day. After all, on weekends and days off, we might leave bed (or even the house) but we rarely stop fucking. Our sex life is apparently at its prime, as we have the sexual stamina of a family of rabbits. We've been known to tease under restaurant tables, give oral and hand-jobs in the car, and there's no doubt our house is the hotspot for voyeurs.
Today, the need to have you was more urgent than usual for me. I always want you when you walk in the door, but we usually at least chat and eat something before retiring to the pool, the bed, or the sofa to make love.
I finished work a half hour earlier and hurried home to make supper. I threw in some lasagna and opened a beer as I leaned against the counter and turned on the TV in the living room. We have a large spacious three-level house, with a living room right outside the kitchen, but more of a spacious den downstairs.
I started flicking through channels on our digital cable. TV movies, kid's shows, then a hardcore sex scene came onto the screen. I flicked past it quickly, only catching about four seconds worth before I realized what it was, but it awakened that pressing need for you that I had been feeling all day. I flicked back for a moment to find a little blonde thing riding a muscular man in a cowboy hat. The position looked appetizing, though not something we hadn't done a million times before. Nevertheless, I felt myself grow wet—not at the porn, but at the thought of being on top of you, riding you 'til you came.
I heard the garage door open and quickly clicked off the TV. You walked through the door, and I almost tackled you, not totally realizing my own urgency as I pushed you against the wall just outside our kitchen. I kissed you hard, grinding my hips into you and pressing my tongue into your mouth. Your response was delayed because you weren't expecting the onslaught. You figured I'd be downstairs in the den working on some project, or watching TV, or preparing dinner. But you were delighted at my abrupt come-on to you.
You pressed one hand into the small of my back with the other wrapped around the back of my head. You took a few steps forward and suddenly had me pressed into the kitchen counter. My automatic instinct kicked in and I pressed my hands to the counter and pushed myself up, now sitting with your body pressing between my legs, still kissing fiercely. Your fingers move to my shirt and untuck it from my slacks, pulling it quickly and urgently over my head before resuming our steamy kiss. Our breathing was rapid, and our hips met at random intervals, making us both moan and groan immediately.
Your lips moved to the bare skin of my chest and the tops of my breasts, barely concealed by a sexy black bra. Your mind wandered as you sucked on the milky flesh about what panties I was wearing, if any at all. Perhaps, if I was this ready to jump you when I had come in the door, I had removed them earlier to make our heated sex easier. You hoped they were still on, knowing how much fun it is to tease me with the fabric, pressing the cotton onto my clit, or sucking my pussy through the lace, or sliding the polyester down my long smooth legs with your teeth. Your thick cock twitched inside your boxers at the naughty thoughts racing through your mind.
Meanwhile, the oven beeped.
"Mmm. Dinner... is... Mmmm baby... Dinner," I tried to tell you between kisses and thrusts of our hips that supper was ready in the oven.
"No, your dinner... fuck the lasagna, I want you," you told me bluntly as you ripped my pants from my body and continued sucking on my supple, exposed flesh.
You pushed me back, so I was lying on the counter. I moaned at the roughness and anxiousness of your movements, knowing you were as desperate for my body as I was for yours. You left my high heels and black stockings on, revealing a barely-there skimpy red thong. So devilish. So, naughty. You Loved it. I reached to turn the oven off, so we didn't burn the house down; because there was no way we were stopping this to eat until we both came numerous times, in numerous positions, in numerous places.
Your teeth gripped the material of the thong, and your lips massaged my pussy through the thin lace. You applied no pressure, just the movement of your tongue and teeth along my lower lips, but it was enough to soak the red fabric right through. You tasted my juice, hardening at the thought of me cumming on your tongue. You wanted it, and you wanted it now.
You pulled me off the counter and down to the kitchen floor. There was a sofa about fifteen feet away, in front of the big-screen TV that was probably still showing the porno of the blonde and the cowboy, but you didn't care about comfort. The cold, hard floor served fine as a surface to 69 on. You pulled me to the floor, straddling your face.
Immediately, your fingers moved the thong and pulled it aside. You stared hungrily at my gaping pussy, dripping juices down my thighs. You licked the inside of my creamy thighs, keeping your eyes on the bare mound that rests above the delicious parting of my lower lips leading into my wet heaven.
I unzipped your pants and pulled your throbbing cock from your boxers. I immediately took the tip in my mouth. There was no pre-cum yet, but the gorging veins running up the thick shaft left no doubt of the degree of your total arousal. I ran my tongue along the sides, licking hungrily as you sucked my labia into your mouth, getting delicious drops of my cream running into your mouth. I pushed my pussy down on you and your nose bumped against my clit, sending a shiver down my spine.
Your tongue snakes into my pussy as I take several inches of your huge cock down my throat. The slurping sensations each of us are making with our mouths fill the room. I massage your balls softly and you clamp down on my clit in reaction to the unexpected sensation. I pull off your cock and scream in absolute pleasure as you suck at the entrance to my pussy, my cum spurting into your waiting mouth. I continue to moan as I take your cock back in my mouth, massaging it with my tongue, moistening it.
You press on my hips trying to get me off of you, and you stand me up. You press me back against the counter, kissing me madly as you take my hand. My need is still so animalistic and pressing.
The thought crosses my mind to completely seduce you. I toy with the idea. I walk ahead of you through the hall to the stairway. I take the first step, swaying my hips. I spread my legs slightly as I walk, then turn suddenly on about the fifth step. I sit down but put my foot out to your chest, stopping you. You stand there, in only your boxers, me in my thong, wondering what I'm doing.