I lay there thinking as the depth of night gave over to the ever expectant morning, like a pregnant pause before

the full telling of the night before. Her long golden hair finding a path over my beating chest

Even thinking about it now made me warm and hard, the memory or her stroking hand, the caress of her tongue,

man that tongue was long, long enough to take you places you never wanted to leave.

Soft and tactile enough to never make you want to cum, keeping you on the cusp of ultimate pleasure… and then the release,

the sweet release that she would take in her mouth; that was just as much a turn on as anything else.

It started at the door and finished at the door, like a well read book, but in between anything could be expected.

It had been three months of heavy petting, touching on crowded subways ignoring furtive glances, kissing in the park on a blustery sunless days, anywhere we could catch a second of passion, we sought it out like starving animals in the throws of heat.

I opened the door, I knew tonight it would be different, but would the rush of energy, the pent

up craze of lust meet expectations or would it all be so much less.

She stood there, looking like the antithesis of a disappointment, her dress was deep red almost

purple/black in color; the deep v-neck showed off the sweet inviting crevice between her perky

b-cups. My mind wondered to the thought of my cock riding through them like an out of control

train, already I was getting hard and it had only been a few seconds.

“are you going to let me in or thought-fuck me all night” she said,

“well, I’d like to do both and we have all night for it” i almost whispered.

She smiled that graceful demure smile that turned up on the one side suggesting this

cum fuck me look that I swear she only reserved for me, well don’t we all want to feel special.

She brushed past me into the apartment, the moonlight shining in through the floor to ceiling

windows that extended the length of the back of the open planned house that let out a view

onto the Pacific Ocean from the top of a bluff. The full moon was watching tonight,

we did seem to like an audience.

As she passed the brushed against my hard cock, not to be outdone I tripped over my shoes

following her into the house, great this was me all over, but that was something she said that attracted me to her. So she said, my “abandonment of self” as she so gracefully put it.

There would be no build up tonight, we had agreed, that was what 3 months of sexual tension had all been about. I grabbed her hard, god I needed her badly, bad enough that tonight everything else in my life could and would be forgotten. I found her expectant mouth open, her breath smelt sweet, her breasts pushing into my chest, her ass; man her ass that just begged to be grasped like handlebars of life.

I pushed her down on the bed; spread her legs, those sweet soft powerful legs, with thighs that opened up to a place all men would go to die. “No panties” I exhaled, “did I expect otherwise” she said. I smiled, no not really i thought, I didn't expect anything, so everything was a fresh experience to be cherished and relived.

I found her wet clit, she had a plump pussy, with just a small landing strip on top, I caressed her clit with my tongue, squeezing it between my lips; was I doing this right, her soft moan told me I was. Her juices flowed. These lips tasted just as sweet, and boy was I thirsty for everything she had to give. She pulled my head up and deeply kissed me sharing her own taste, licking her lips like a feral cat in heat, she pulled the dress over her head, her breasts where like two pale mounds of succulent instant rock hard cock medicine that flowed right through me, my hands reached out then gently felt those perky soft peaks of joy, her nipples were hard as I put them in my mouth, hmm sensitive there also as I heard her moan in confirmation.

I quickly tore of my clothes, buttons from my shirt flying everywhere. “Oh god, please fuck me” she mouth, I was not so cruel as to deny her this small wish.

I slipped my cock into her gaping wet pussy, I watched as it entered slowly, savoring this moment that would never happen again, the first time we really physically would connect, although hopefully not the last time. The groan connected with my own, our bodies moved in unison, the breeze through the open window, added its own touch to our raised skin. We kissed deeply, our tongues finding their own private love within our mouths, her eyes closed, her arms outstretched above her head, my hands in hers. Her head titled back as I bit her neck softly, always moving in and out in unison, her hips moving like mother earth giving birth to continents.

We rolled over and she rode on top like a wild cowgirl taming a more than compliant horse, she moved up and down, god she was hot in there, her tits bouncing in my face, my tongue finding her erect nipples, the sweat beads falling around then, her purring, my groaning, like a cacophony of nature, coming together in sexual song, in sexual healing; and man like a penitent priest I needed all the healing I could get.

I could feel myself climaxing, and like in wild wet dreams “I’m Cumming” she breathed, brought mine to life. Her thighs clenched around my torso, her pussy got tight around my cock, juices flowing down my side, I exploded at the same time she did. I came like this was the last gasp of life expelling all it had in one final push of creation; she collapsed on top of me in sweat and memory of the best night of my life.

We made love several more times that night, each time awaking something different in us both, but never like the first time we made love; for the first time wasn’t fucking but two spirits becoming one.

The blue night streamed in and enveloped us in seclusion of the world as sleep swept across our eyes, carrying us off to a world suddenly made right.

The morning found Rachel in all her amorous glory, her eyes told me that our story was far from over.

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