He messaged.
They had fucked, fantastically just the other week. It was the kind of fuck, you weren't sure how to define it.
The connection, the chemistry, to be cliché - the passion. The kind of fucking when you need the other person. You consume one another. Its like love making as you're as so present and intertwined, but it's not, it's fucking. Raw and hungry. Animalistic and wrong.
So comfortable with one another, you know, you know the folds of their body, the subtle cues, to suck faster or change position. To run you hands through their hair or pull it tight.
She thought she wouldn't hear from him again for a while. He had, more recently, become distant.
Not disinterested. Still reminiscing and watching past videos, stroking his cock, remember how she worshipped their time together. No girl had ever treated his cock with the respect and awe that you only saw on commercial porn or badly written adult novels. Or local ladies who craved his attention - faking whatever they thought he wanted. But She WANTEDN him, desired him and craved him. Not his status or his name. Him.
He wasn't use to this attention. Genuine attention. He didn't trust it. He couldn't just enjoy it, but he did, he did enjoy it, sometimes, in small doses he allowed himself to believe it was real. ( and if youre reading this. It is real, more real than she ever felt)
She fought it, did she ever. But everytime, they were drawn back together. Forbidden desire. Two world colliding, ying and yang. Black and white.
I digress.
He messaged.
It had only been a week or so since their last interlude.
She pulled back, the wrong time of month. Not the hot mess you want when trying to be discrete. She hesitated, she wanted him so badly...
She replied.
"My mouth baby, all yours"
He knew. ( she never held back)
He had once watch her take his whole load, licking her lips , savouring his seed. His wife didn't swallow.
He loved to face fuck her hard, her eyes watering, mascara running, her beautiful eyes staring up at him. Pleading for release - his and hers......
"Your arse" was his simple reply.
He fucked her ass once before - hard, she wasn't an anal virgin. But it wasn't her go to. but he wanted her, on her front, ass propped up ready for his taking. and he knew she wanted him.
She arrived, 530am, early.
Slipping in the side door. Flushed and eager. Nervous but excited.
No need for words. Their eyes linked and they knew. Sometimes she doubted how he felt, but these moments, these were their moments. She dropped all her clothes and fell into him like they were one. That sexy skin on skin feeling, the heat - even on a frosty morning. The smell of desire and need.
He flipped her over, massaging and lubing her voluptuous rear, his cock hard, knowing the pleasure to come.
She braced. Breathing and trying to relax her muscles , but his cock was big, so much more sizable than her usual. No amount of warming up could ready her for that 'wrong' feeling. Going IN on a one way street, her muscles flighting against the intrusion, the desire to push out and the fear to push out. Her knuckles gripped his bed. Her face tilted so he could seen the mix of pain and pleasure , the noooo and the breathless dont stop.
He knew she was uncomfortable, but he wanted her, she was so vulnerable right now. He owned her, the trust she felt with him - turned him on. He thrust hard, she gasped, God she turned him on " gentle baby" she whispered through gritted teeth, he slowed, but gradually built up again..he wished he grabbed his phone to share the moment , but it felt too good, he couldn't stop. Then he felt it, she relaxed, she started pushing back into him, her quiet gasps, becoming sensual moans. She was cumming. He exploded, filling her.
He didn't pull out straight away. They lay. Him on top, still hard, her - flexing and pulsating around his cock. Feeling more content that she had so a very long time. She whispered ever so quietly, i love this.
He may of heard. But he didn't need to. He knew. She knew.
Until next time......
