25 years is a long time to want someone. Not as a husband or boyfriend. Just a want. An ache for something more than friends, because a bond was formed long ago that you need to explore. The chance to have that is nearing, my arousal level grows each time I put into words all the things I have played out in my mind.
We all do it, the passion filled romps of foreplay and wanton lust through words and images. But what if the want is so great that at the point it begins you just want something else. Yes I still want to feel his hard cock deep in my throat, I want to feel his fingers wrapped in my hair as he pulls me down onto him farther, his hard cock nearly choking me as I moan for more. I have played out the scenes in my mind of his mouth on my throbbing clit as his tongue probes the velvet walls of my wetness making me writhe beneath him begging him to stop and more at the same time. Oh it all sounds glorious. But the passion, the want runs deeper than that. I don’t need any of the prettiness of foreplay to want him. I don’t need a strip tease to make me wet. The thought alone, getting a text from him, even if it has absolutely nothing to do with sex, is more than enough to make me damp. By the time we arrive wherever I won’t even want the formality of small talk and getting undressed. I will have dressed in the easiest items to get out of the way. I want to barely make it in a door, or out of a car if we get to a field in the middle of nowhere before he is on my like a starved animal. I want him to free his throbbing shaft and see the precum glistening on the head as he has thought of this moment all the way here. Before I can move, or breath, his hands in my hair and his legs forcing mine apart as he enters me, with power and passion. I will cum instantly, this I know. The want and hunger so great that the realization of his fullness in me, the feeling of my velvet walls succumbing to his entrance, pushing me over that edge. I want to feel his teeth sink into the soft flesh of my neck as he simply holds himself and feels the quiver of my tight pussy as it pours forth my own wants coating him like a thick blanket of sticky honey mixed with the scent of my own wants and desires. He will own me in that moment. I will be his instrument and his breath on my skin will make me bend to his will. His thrust will begin as my back is scraped against whatever is near to brace me against. His fingers will be tangled in the hair I have fashioned into soft curls that go down my neck, framing my face. His power will be overtaking and I will cum again at the rawness and feel of it all.
When he has taken me for all he can he will release me to breath and begin the game of getting undressed. I picture it being a room where he can stretch his body, naked and glistening in dampness from the heat of the room and the arousal of us both. To have me kiss up his spine, my tongue dancing softly as my hands massage his back. Feeling his own tension melt away beneath me, the wetness of my own body making us slide down one another. I want to taste every inch of him and him of me, now that the initial barrier has been broken. To be above him as I feel his hard cock slide easily into me, the look on his face at the feel of me around him.His hands roaming my body as if it is a treasure map of priceless things to find and use to take me higher. To lower myself to my arms above him where he can kiss me, his tongue still sweet with my juice as I suck it as if I were giving him head again. To have him roll me over and be above me, his arms sustaining his weight over me as my hands and mouth leave a trail of fire down his body. To watch his strokes in and out as he holds back from simply driving himself into me with full force. Choosing instead in this moment to feel every twitch and tremble his invasion of my pink tunnel causes me. My knees to lift, my hips to arch to keep him as deep as possible on the back stroke and see his eyes when I purposely tighten my muscles around him. To see his own arousal coming to a peak once more and make the decision to take him there. To finish this moment with a crescendo of his body and my body locked in a moment of time where sound disappears and the only thing that matters is what happens next. Our rhythms to match as I lift into him, his teeth biting at my nipples below as his last thrust is slow to happen, every inch pushing me farther up my own peak as he reaches the end of depth my explosion to literally milk his from him. My nails in his back as I tremble like a cold child beneath him, the tears roll from my eyes at the intensity of the feelings running through me in this moment.
To have his weight upon me as he lays there, never pulling out, moaning at each after shock of my own orgasm tightens around his cock that is softening in the warmth of my own body. When the last drop is taken and all is done to have him curl behind me, his body matching mine as he bites at my shoulders and neck again,his arms around my body to hold me next to him as we lay in the thickness of the air that now fills the room. The aroma of sex lingering long after we are done. That heady musky, sweaty smell that enchants us and entices us to not let it fade.