• Wednesday, February 08, 2006

    Lost.

    We were lost for most of two days. I could only be reached on my cell phone. He didn't have a phone or email, and no one knew he was in town.

    I licked a solitary drop of pre-cum off his cock, then devoured him until he shot his hot semen into my mouth. I swallowed it all as he caressed my back, traced the thin blue veins under my fair skin. The afternoon light was flat and soft. We admired each other.

    He felt me up in the car.

    After we arrived, he made the bed. I told him not to fuck me. He said he wouldn't. He promised. He teased my clit with the broad underside of his cock. I began to whimper. I began to beg. He sank deep into me, and I felt it all the way to my navel. He drove into me; I ground against him. He flipped me over and wrapped him arms under me to cup my breasts as he fucked me. He had all of me. I came hard, like a flash had gone off in my eyes. It ebbed, then with each of his next thrusts, it rolled through me again. My cunt was still pulsing, grabbing him when he pulled out and came over my back. I continued to come, too. Pow.

    We ate. We drank. Late night we went at it again, driving, fucking, sweating.

    The next morning we had dark thick coffee and pastry. After showers, we got back in bed. He ate me out until I wept for relief. He rode me without mercy. Our sweat plastered the sheets.

    Later on, we sat on the bed, talking. We kissed gently, tentatively. I caressed his cheek. He stroked my hair. He lifted it away from my ear and kissed my neck. We each undressed. He kissed my breasts. I nibbled my way across his chest. We made love softly for a while. I clung to him. He whispered in my ear. He drew my face onto his lap and I took him in my mouth. I asked him to push my head down and he did, over and over. I had the taste of both of us, musky and metallic, on my tongue. I delved farther back, to his ass, and fucked him with my tongue. He moaned and writhed. Eventually he was inside me again, working hard. I jammed my hands against the wall to push against him. I made him take me. It was building for both of us, finally, after two hours. Gasping in my ear, he said he'd come if I would. I said yes. In a sudden, swooping wave we came, all at once. Clutching, throbbing, pounding, gasping. Only with each other, lost to the world.

    6 Comments:

    At 7:08 PM, Blogger WryGirl said...

    You can imagine the let-down of returning to real life. All the hassles, none of the fun.

     
    At 9:16 PM, Blogger JUnderCovers said...

    Wow, Wry, you've still got it. It's really a skill to paint such a vivid picture in relatively few words.

     
    At 7:25 AM, Blogger Tommy said...

    I loved this post, it really struck a chord, well written, just excellent!

     
    At 8:21 AM, Blogger WryGirl said...

    Aw, thanks guys. Been in kind of a funk; it felt good to switch it up and get back on the horse, as it were.

     
    At 2:58 PM, Blogger WryGirl said...

    PM: It's never been like this with the spouse, and how do you switch it up after 10 years? Ugh. What a crowd we are.

     
    At 3:23 PM, Blogger Jody said...

    very hot post

     

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