He had returned to her in the middle of the night and slipped into her bed. It had felt like a dream, but it was real. Now it was morning, and finally, she could have him again.
Her tongue moved languidly up and down his shaft as she took him deeper inside her mouth. Her head followed the movements of her hand that was sliding back and forth on his cock, her fingers wrapped tightly around his pulsing member. She was excellent at giving oral pleasure, and truth be told it turned her on to do so—it turned her on so much that she moved her other hand down between her legs and began to tease herself.
He let out a quiet groan, just to let her know he enjoyed what she was doing. She smiled. It was early dawn, and there was no need to make much noise. They could fuck wildly all afternoon and all night, but for now, their tender reconnecting was one of soft gasps and quiet whispers. That was enough.
His hands roamed her body, grabbing mounds of her breasts through her small cotton tank top. He cupped her smooth buttocks, squeezing them in his powerful hands, demonstrating to her how much he, too, had missed her.
She released him from her mouth and moved up and kissed him. She pressed her body against his, her hips moving in little circles, showing him how desperately she wanted him. His hand moved down between her legs, replacing hers. His finger slipped between her soft folds. He found her clit and flicked it rapidly, arousing her desires to even greater highs. She cried out softly. She couldn’t last much longer. She needed him inside her.
Moving quickly she rolled over and faced away from him. He raised her leg and pushed his hips between her thighs. She felt his cock at her wet entrance. Slowly he eased into her. She could feel her inner walls opening, taking him deep inside her. She gasped as he pulled back out then thrust into her. The feeling of him filling her was like no other. Her mind went blank. A deep heat began to burn in her loins. He spread her thighs open and began to thrust into her more forcefully. Her breasts heaved up and down. His tongue devoured her mouth. They were reconnecting in the way she had so desperately yearned for all these weeks.
Her painted toes danced in the air as he thrust into her. Over and over again their bodies crushed together, his powerful thighs slapping against her soft skin.
He slowed down, then sped up, then slowed down then sped up again. His tempo kept her on the edge. Once again her hand found her clit. She cried out as he drove into her deeper and deeper. Then he stopped, and slid off the bed. His head moved between her legs, his lips finding her soft folds. She moaned as he held her hips in his hands and licked her furiously. She dragged her fingers through his hair, pressing him to her. She could feel herself growing wetter and wetter. His tongue was relentless. Her heels pressed against his shoulders, digging into him. She needed him so badly. His hand moved up her belly, pressing her down into the soft bed as he continued to lick her. The teasing was simply too much to bear. She pulled him toward her, begging with her eyes for him to enter her again with his cock.