She took him in her mouth, not because she had to, but because she wanted to. It had been so long since she’d tasted him… smelled him… felt him. She needed to have him inside of her in every way possible.
She shifted down in the bed and closed her eyes as her lips moved up and down his sizeable, thick shaft. He was already rock hard and she could feel every inch of his rippled texture under her tongue as she licked him up and down. He groaned, his hands moving down along the backs of her thighs. Her head bobbed up and down more rapidly as she sucked him between her lips. He tasted so good… just as good as she remembered.
It had been only weeks, but it felt like months, or even years. He had traveled away for business and her bed had immediately turned into a desolate landscape of aching wanting. The miles that separated her from her lover were difficult to endure. While they could talk on the phone, she could not reach out in the middle of the night to seek his comfort when she woke. She could not feel the warmth of his body next to her. She could not run her hands over the thick hair on his chest and head. She could do none of those things while he was away. The only thing she could do was touch herself, and imagine that he was there, with her.
Many times she touched herself during those long weeks as she awaited his return. She stripped her body completely naked and stretched her long, slender legs out on her bed. She ran her hands over her large, full breasts, pulling sharply on her nipples until they stiffened under her touch. She moved her hands between her legs, cupping her soft mound and sliding her fingers between her slick, wet folds. Many times she brought herself to orgasm in those long, lonely weeks, yet it was not enough—it could never be enough. She needed him. She needed to feel his thick, hard cock penetrating her. She needed to feel his warm, muscled torso pressed against her body. She needed his lips on hers, kissing her, tasting her, wanting her as much as she wanted him.