She got home from the gym, dirty and hot. Sweat streamed down her body. Her tanned skin glistened in the light as she stripped down for her shower.
Thoughts of him made her lips swell as she adjusted the water. She stepped in and shuddered as the water felt cool against her heated flesh.
Oh, how she wished he was there with her! She slid two fingers between her legs, into the wet heat. She sighed his name as she trusted. Eventually her shuddering had nothing to do with the water temp. She finished getting clean and stepped out. Drying off, she thought she heard a sound in the other room.
There's no way... Is there?
In response, the bathroom door flew open. He scooped her up in a fluid movement and tossed her playfully onto the bed. In her surprise, she could not even speak.
Soon, his tongue was plunging where her fingers were not long ago, but doing a far better job at pleasing her. She made noises as she grasped the back of his head and wiggled her hips against his face greedily. She came hard as he covered her entirely with his mouth. He moaned his approval and the vibration of his mouth impossibly made her come again, even harder. He slurped and licked passionately, clearly enjoying her. She cried out and tried to move away. As much as she only moments ago had been pulling his face to her, she was now pushing away, overwhelmed with the sudden, intense pleasure he brought her.
He laughed and grabbed her hips, roughly flipping her over. It was his turn now. He mounted her and fucked her, his balls slapping against her plump clit as he pumped. Her juices ran down her thighs as her pussy squeezed him. He wasn't going to last long, and this knowledge excited her greatly. He told her when he was about to come and this drove her wild with excitement. She tensed and came with him. Tandem explosions of white-hot pleasure seared their loins as one. They crumpled in a messy heap on the bed.
She looked down at her now sweaty again body and laughed. This workout was so much more satisfying than the one earlier. He knew what she was thinking. He kissed her tenderly as he traced his finger through the sheen on her brown skin.
It was a good morning.
The soft, steady rain on the metal roof is soothing, but she longs for more this night. She sighs and stretches in her bed, checks her phone. Nothing. Every time she gets a notification, she hopes it's him.
She can't stop thinking about him. He's intelligent, funny, and a little bit of a nerd. And those gorgeous eyes of his... they are so striking. Also, his voice has a certain quality she loves. He has a humble confidence as he speaks on matters he is passionate about, with a distinct masculine growl that runs throughout. He has a breathy laugh she longs to feel against the hollow of her neck and along the insides of her thighs.
There’s no way around it: he turns her on like no other. Her attraction toward him is magnetic. Gravitational.
Yes, his physical nearness and the sound of his voice at her ear would be divine on this rainy night. She feels a tingling warmth and knows sleep will not come now, not without release.
She wants to call him, but what does she say?
Hey... I want you to fuck me relentlessly.
She imagines him taking her roughly from behind, the fingers of one hand digging into her hip as he pulls her against him with hard thrusts. The way he ropes a handful of her long hair around his wrist, pulling like reins. Her squirms and noises of pleasure increase his excitement.
He whispers a breathless warning into her ear that he intends to destroy her in the most beautiful way. She shudders hard against him, crying out loudly. His chin grazes the skin between her shoulder blades as she finishes coming noisily beneath him. He can no longer fight her snug sleeve massaging him rhythmically. He groans as he empties himself into her. His grip on her eases and he slowly plants kisses across her shoulders and on her back. He says her name sweetly while his pulse pounds wetly within her. Indeed, she is destroyed for all others now.
These thoughts make her swallow hard with lust. Her imagination is one brutally horny slut.
Frustrated, she decides that her favorite toys will have to do tonight.
Thank God for technology…
You're driving and I'm beside you, my bare right foot propped up on the dash. I hike up my sundress, the sun feels good on my skin.
You look over and smile at me, your eyes bright. I don't even know where we're going today. I'm just in a blissful state knowing we're together, finally.
You reach over and slide your hand over my knee, along my upper thigh, pushing the hem of my dress out of the way. Stopping there and squeezing for a few moments. I love the feel of your firm grip.
It occurs to me that other drivers may see us. Maybe even truckers with their elevated view. Good for them, I think. To think we may be seen just makes me more horny.
Your finger starts tracing my lips, exploring each curve enticingly. I recline my seat just a little bit to allow you better access.
I can hardly believe all the delicious feelings you're creating with just one fingertip. You gently press on my hardened button, swollen with sweet anticipation. I'm powerless against the firm, tight circles you start making there.
I shudder with a small orgasm and feel slightly self-conscious as your fingertip encounters my quick wetness. You laugh and raise your fingertip to your mouth, lick it thoughtfully, and then return to me, plunging in.
You are enjoying my silky smooth, wet folds as you slide in two fingers and leave them there briefly for me to enjoy. I squirm and squeeze against them tightly, savoring the feel of each knuckle as I eagerly envelop them with my wet heat.
You soon begin to work me rhythmically. Little sounds escape me and my back arches involuntarily as I can't hold it back much longer. I need more. I need you.
I beg you to pull over so I can feel your face in my lap, your mouth covering my lips, and so I can grind my swollen clit against your tongue. I can’t handle another second of your fingers teasing me. I'm sitting up now, quivering on your fingers, soaking wet, hotly pulsating, holding your hand tightly to me, squirming, squeezing, trying to bounce, begging you as my leg shaking orgasm builds—
My own noises wake me up. I'm naked and sweaty. Writhing against a body pillow, wet fingers working furiously, panting, reaching for invisible you.
head to toe
skin on skin
all barriers gone
a steady simmer
to be discovered
sharing how it should
have been all along
his hot breath
her damp skin
the embers rekindle
now they begin
what was long overdue