I gazed into her eyes, although mine were momentarily foggy. Her
face showed delighted pleasure at my slow entry. Her leg, casually
over mine, now hooked behind mine and she held me tight. We were
connected, and now we could re-connect. We had been apart too
long.
Her face at first was smiling, but then the passion began. The
corners of her mouth fell somewhat as she judged my intent. She
got that cute, studious look she assumes sometimes, and so I had to
kiss her. I had to let her know it wasn’t all about fucking and
sucking cum from her. It was no longer so damned casual. I kissed
her, and I meant it.
Our lips touched, gently at first and then they were crushing
against each other. My head tilted just a little, and her mouth
opened. I love that about her, how she becomes so available for my
masculinity. She hadn’t insisted on foreplay, but had allowed my
intrusion into her being. She was receptive to me and I treasured
her for that.
My tongue slid deep into her, searching for resistance. There was
none. In fact, her soft exhale was accompanied with a low moan, or
perhaps it was a whimper. Then I withdrew my tongue and waited
patiently for hers to come out after me. It was me who became
impatient, and I pressed my face harder against hers as my tongue
again plumbed her depths. At the same time, I rocked my hips so
that I ground against her clit.
We both moaned.
Our kissing grew even more impassioned, if that were possible. My
hand stroked her face, her hair, her neck. Her fingers rubbed my
back, my shoulders, my spine. And still we lay on our sides,
conjoined as we kissed. I grew breathless with desire for her.
Pulling back, I saw her eyes open and her look was more than just
lust. She desired me.
We smiled at each other, so glad of the opportunity to be together.
With my cock buried within her, we were like one organism. We
moved in unison, joined together. This is what we treasured, more
than just raw stimulation of nerve endings. We had been too long
apart to merely fuck.
Now she grabbed my hair, as short as it is. I trembled as she took
command, pulling my face into position for hard, deep kissing. It
was my turn to give up control, to be the one who was being kissed.
To emphasize the change, I felt her squeeze me repeatedly with her
pussy. Her leg drew me in tighter, so that our bodies were mashed
almost as tightly as our lips. Her fingers found my buttocks, and
pulled me closer still, as if she wanted even my balls inside her.
We continued kissing and writhing slowly against each other. She
rolled on top of me, her weight feeling so very nice. I rolled on
top of her, returning the favor but careful not to pump. 30
minutes of remaining still inside her had me ready to pop.
Finally, we ended where we started, on our sides and intertwined.
When I came, it was caused by nothing at all. I wasn’t thrusting
vigorously. She wasn’t pinching my nipples or saying hot words
that tripped a breaker in me. We were kissing, like we had been
all along, and I just started cumming. I went to pull out, so that
my cum was shallow and she could clean what I did not. But her leg
hooked my buttocks and she urged me deeper. My entire cock was
sheathed in her heat as I poured out my essence.
Still we kissed, until I deflated. Then, looking her in the eye, I
began to pull out. On cue, she rolled onto her back, allowing me
to slide down and cover her sex with my mouth. Despite the depth
of my cockhead, she was already leaking creampie. I lapped at her
hungrily, and then scooped some up with my tongue, slathering her
very erect clit with it. Then I kissed her properly, sucking her
pleasure center into my mouth as my tongue massaged it. I made to
move my mouth lower, but again her fingers found my hair and she
held me there. I continued the sucking and massaging while she
came, enjoying as always her orgasmic sounds and how she tenses in
waves.
She finally relaxed and I slid down to clean what had been ejected
when she came. My tongue began to slide in, to gather as much as I
could, when she pulled me up again. She looked at me intently,
kissed me. “I want your cum to drain out all day,” she told me.
“I want to feel you, remember you, all day.”
Believe me, I remembered her all day as well. We had reconnected.