A Decade Is Nothing (And Everything) — Part Two

Before you read this post, you REALLY need to start with this one. Promise.

With his mouth and one hand busy with my breasts, the other reached for the bottom of my dress. His open hand started at my knee and worked its way up my thigh to my hip and grasped my panties. I grabbed his wrist.

He lifted his head and looked at me, incredulous.

“Really?” he said.

“I would. I want to, but it’s bad timing. I started this morning,” I explained.

“I have waited ten years for you,” he growled, “I don’t fucking care. There’s the bathroom.”

I just stared at him.

“Quit blinking those big round eyes at me and get going. If you don’t, I’ll take your tampon out myself if I have to.”

I got going. And, I kid you not, joy of joys, heaven for some unknown reason must have smiled down on me because it had stopped. Completely. I could have cried I was so happy. I ran out of the bathroom shouting the good news.

We crashed together again and this time I didn’t stop his hands. He lifted my dress up and over my head, undid my bra and pulled off my panties leaving me standing in the living room, completely naked while he was fully clothed. He pushed me back on the couch and fell between my legs, using his mouth and hands to bring me to orgasm quickly, twice. I sat up and pulled off his shirt and undid his shorts, wanting him to be as bare as me.

I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth, all of him—so deep that the tip went down my throat. I looked up at him and smiled as I went up and down a few times and then said, “I didn’t know how to do that ten years ago.”

He laughed, “Yeah, but you made up for it with enthusiasm.”

He pulled me to my feet and we kissed again, this time more urgently, both knowing what was coming next. I sat and leaned back on the armless couch while he kneeled above me touching his cock to my clit, playing with the wetness.

“Now,” I said with a low moan.

We both watched as he entered me. The man had waited a decade to know what it was to be inside me. And now he knew. I think that might have been the hottest coupling of my life. But he was just getting started.

He grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the couch and proceeded to drive into me hard and deep, over and over, while playing with my breasts. He did this until I bucked and came and then he pulled out and told me to roll over. I obeyed. The thrust was quick, knowing, sure and filled me completely. He held tightly onto my hips, pulling me to him as he pushed in me. I came again, this time with a scream sliding through my clenched teeth.

I pulled away and pushed him down on the sofa, impaling my mouth on his cock. I wanted pleasure him as much as he as pleasured me. My eyes met his as my lips went up and down his swollen shaft.

“You have the perfect face for sucking dick,” he said.

I raised an eyebrow, questioning his statement, but not wanting to interrupt the task at hand by speaking.

“Why?” he said, “Because you have these great big angel eyes and this perfect full mouth and you look SO fucking innocent and are anything but!”

The corners of my mouth turned up in a smile as I continued licking, sucking and touching until he came.

More to come but this is good stopping point for tonight. 

Part (and final) Three