They had been together for a little more than ten months, off and on.
They shared tremendous affection for one another, but they both knew it was the sex that kept bringing them back together.
She was fantastic in bed. He was fucking unbelievable.
And they were both horny as hell 24/7.
The first time they went out together they didn't make it to the restaurant, but ended up naked, tangled in crisp, lilac-colored sheets. Neither of them had planned it, the stars just must have been aligned or something.
Even though they had only recently been introduced, right from the start that first night out they couldn't keep their hands off each other. Maybe it was the full moon.
She couldn't believe it. They'd been together less than two hours and she was massaging this guy's cock through his pants and loving it.
Their kissing was so soft and romantic. Gliding all around, their mouths opening and closing with smooth wet lips and sweet, warm, saliva-scented breath.
She had never been so turned on just from kissing. He felt as if he were floating.
He gently sucked her tongue, and in return she slowly, easily fucked his mouth, giving him all the tongue he could possibly want.
It was unbelievably tender and quiet and oh-so-sexy.
Her pale blue panties were totally soaked, yet still she felt a new trickle running down each time she heard a quiet groan rise from between his smooth full lips.
Her flesh was so soft, her hair smelled so fresh, he could have creamed his jeans just about any second.
When he slid his hand inside the back of her pants and pushed his middle finger down into the warm cleft of her ass, she finally breathed into his ear, "Shit lets just go back to my place."
So that's how they began, almost a year ago.
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Now, on a Friday, he was coming over for the evening, which would probably last the entire weekend.
She had candles going, the lights down low, a spicy cabernet and that expensive bourbon he loved.
Nat "King" Cole was singing "Tenderly" from the CD player.
She was perfect.
Sweet smelling but not perfume-y, hair up with carefully arranged wisps that made her look and feel like a goddess--or one of the intoxicating elves from "The Lord of the Rings," she giggled (she had begun sipping the wine forty-five minutes ago).
She wasn't bi-sexual, but if elfin Liv Tyler ever wanted her she'd have her panties off in two seconds just for a chance to feel those amazing lips.
Right now, though, she was all beautiful bare feet and naked legs, loving her own silky thighs as they pressed together, then feeling the cool air between them when they separated. No panties, bra-less. Her only clothing, a thin, tight, very short little black dress with a remarkably low cut neckline.
While she padded around putting the finishing touches on the apartment, a thought floated through her alcohol-influenced mind. It was completely unbidden, and it stopped her.
Nat Cole sang, "You took my lips, you took my love so tenderly," and she felt warmth spreading across her chest.
Did she love him?
No, not Nat Cole, she fell into the sofa laughing (no more wine!).
The man whose body she loved, did she love him?
This fantastic big strong guy who could make her totally thrill when he overpowered her, pushed her to her knees and forcibly fucked her from behind--god what a cock.
Oooo she wanted him deep in her right now!
One of her hands silently found its way between her soft thighs under the black dress and began just barely touching the wetness, sliding a little, hardly even moving, just the tip of one finger.
Now her mind flooded with a powerfully familiar image of him fucking her from behind. Steadily, then harder, then shoving her face to the mattress, his strong hands twisting her arms behind her and pulling them back, pinning her wrists against the sides of her ass.
Grunting, straining, driving his cock all the way in, driving it deep, always so deep! Pounding her again and again, pounding her ass till she felt herself starting to cum--shit! oh goddam shit!--and bucked against his strength, shuddering, thighs jerking, and cried out, her pussy rushing to clench and release a thousand times.
The little black dress was halfway up her ass now, exposing her wet pussy, and her hand was more active. She pulled at her pussy lips, rubbed her clit very gently but so fast (oh god his tongue on her soon!), and finally fucked two long fingers up the soft wet opening, the place she was dying for his thick cock to plunge into.
Oh god she was so totally ready. (She knew the wine had done her in.)
Mmmm, she loved the feeling when he pulled his big cock all the way out of her throbbing pussy from behind, away from her ass and thighs. She could hear his breathing as he turned her around and grabbed her head with both his hands. Then looking down at her, he forced his eight hard inches between her lips and shoved his cock down through her gasping mouth.
(He really was eight inches, she measured it once.)
God his shaft could get so incredibly HARD.
She devoured him, eating his big dick sloppily, sucked him loudly as he fucked her beautiful face and filled her warm mouth with her own creamy pussy juices.
Oh god, she was so wet and swollen, her ass was tingling--and he wasn't even here yet!
This fabulous man. Did she love him? Did it matter? Could she love him? Had she ever been in love with anyone?
Her mind stilled and was silent as her relaxed fingers wandered slowly around her pleasure spots.
Love? She had no answer for herself.
He would be here any minute