Christina's boyfriend says the past always repeats itself. She was hopping their past would, even though the event was maybe eight hours ago.
Showering, listening for his heavy footsteps, telling her he was home, ready to let the past repeat itself and join her in the shower.
Sad to say, no footsteps, drying her hair and body, she went to their bedroom. A number of pleasant smells greeted her. Some stronger then others. Fresh sheets and pillow cases, a touch of fragrant softener, his skin, heat, their sex. She went to the dresser, choosing a pink, very skimpy pair of panties. Warm, wooly socks. One of his white dress shirts hung from the ceiling fan. Her blonde hair, damp, silky, rested on the collar. Her nipples, aroused, sharp diamond chips, a sweet chill ran through her body as the material made contact. She smelled him, a toe curling, heavenly scent in the fibers. Fine hairs rose on her neck as she inhaled his essence. Taller then Chris, she had to stand on her toes to kiss him, his shirt was a soft whisper on her thighs.
Writing about last night was futile, her hands, she so wished they were his, could not stay from her pussy. Her orgasm was swift, teasingly short, and empty. Her blurry eyes could barely read the three sentences she wrote. Feeling tired, no wonder there, daylight was cresting the horizon as she cried his name in perfect bliss.
A short nap, maybe an hour or two, she wanted to be awake when he came home.
Lips, his, touched her's, a feathery touch. She saw it was dark in the room, soft lights from candles danced on the ceiling and walls. The overhead fan paddled slow, swirling the scent of lilac. Turning towards him, her lips consumed, his kiss always bringing tears of joy to her eyes. Her hand reached for him, touching skin, soft hair, hard muscle. Finger tips trailing down, finding his most special muscle. "Who said you can wear my shirt?" Smiling as he nibbled her ear lobe, her fingers tracing veins that felt like cables."You want me to take it off?"
"No, you look good in it." His lips stirred heat in her as he kissed her neck. His fingers started unbuttoning his shirt, "I thought you wanted me to leave it on?" She was biting her bottom lip, as the shirt opened, his lips kissed down her body. Smooth, strong hands on her skin,pressing her breasts close, sighing deeply, sucking her nipples.
His cock, its size takes her breath away. Nestled in between her swollen lips, her panties being driven in as his shaft rubs her clit, turning its soft flesh to a pearl. The thin material of her panties soaks in seconds. Her body his, hands, spread wide squeeze her breasts, lips stealing her mind, kissing hers. Moaning as the room flickers, the walls seem to melt as her orgasm comes, no longer empty.
Feeling her panties going down her legs, leaving wet spots on her knees, calves. Her body burns from inside out when his lips kiss her pussy lips. She shudders from his tongue, never able to lick her clean. Millions of pores release her heat in drops of sweet nectar. Her fingers tangle, snake through his hair, her body arching off the bed,pleasure, a tidal wave of pleasure fills her body. She sees the flame of a candle flare up into the darkness as she shrieks.
Her hands slide down his sweaty chest, his cock slides into her pussy. She holds his hips, finger tips gripping as he loves her. Her walls contract, squeezing his thrusting cock, filling her deep and fast. She cums,once? three times? five? Maybe all night? She hears him panting, gasping, "oh babe, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, fuck babe, here it comes!!!" His hot iron poker fills her pussy, soaking her walls with its hot cum. She holds him as he shudders against her body, moaning deep into the darkness. "Sorry I was late." Smiling, her pussy sticky with all his cum, she whispers, "soooooooooo worth the wait, babe."