Fill

It had been months since we've been able to connect, to escape, but it was finally here– two days off in the middle of work week. Two days of absolutely nothing and I mean nothing- no connections- no Internet, no cell phone- no other women, no other men- just the two of us. And I want be selfish with that sweet cock of yours, I want it all for me.

Because of our distance, we decide to meet at a half way point and then take one car our secret hot springs destination. I love road trips with you, I like riding, not driving, not making the decisions, in your hands all the way- plus it gives me the freedom to be naughty as I want to be. The remaining hour and a half drive I let my mind and mouth wander- teasing you with words, kisses and filthy whispers into your ear. My hands perpetually finding their way into your lap, to your branch- I want to make you hard, I want to torture you and make you pull the car over and punish me for distracting you while driving, while I try to make you fuck me right then and there on the side of the road, but you make me behave, you make me wait.

The hot springs is empty, a few random naked bodies, but for the most part the place is all ours. We get our room, unwind, pour those glasses of good Cali wine, slowly disrobe. From behind you- my breast grazing against your back- I lower for a whisper and kiss in your ear, letting my hands float across your chest, down your belly to your branch, lightly stroking and sliding my fingers along your shaft– just teasing the length of you.

"Should we go soak? or shall I continue?"

Grabbing my hands with a firm grasp, you pull me in, mashing my tits into your back, clasping tighter around my wrists– a clasp just tight enough to make my pussy pulse–

"You're going to have to wait dirty girl, lets go soak."

I love and hate it when you make me wait. I break free from the grasp, I let my hands drop around your cock for few more strokes before we head out, making sure you are a solid rock– if you won't fuck me now, I want to make sure you are sufficiently worked up. We robe up, drink up and hit the baths. The soak takes away the drive, the day, the weeks– and leaves just you and I. We shift around in the private bath spring letting our bodies adjust to the heat and to each other, we sink into one anther and drift.

Post soak we seem to float back to our room, I pour us another glass of wine. On the bed you lay back, head propped with the mountain of pillows, your eyes half open, your muscular calves and thighs peek our from the split in your robe. Looking at you makes me drift into how wonderful that sweet cock of yours is going to feel. Starting at your feet I work my up, a nice slow massage, working each joint and muscle, feeling the strength of you legs even while relaxed. Up to your thighs my hands explore what I've been missing, your cock begins that slow transition from relaxed, soft and small to become meat, growing more than looks possible, the softness turning to density. Your robe falls open exposing the entire length of your body, me inbetween your legs continuing my slow massage upward towards your cock, that is now heavy, and I stroke my fingertips across the soft skin, watching the creases disappear with girth, my hands find you well and you know how much I love giving a slow SLOW hand job, no hurry, no rush, no demands, just knowing your cock and balls.

Alternating between my mouth and my hands, your are right where I want you now– a solid rock of a trunk, your big tip forming those clear drops that I massage in with my thumb around the head, causing you sigh.

In what has become almost a beg I whisper into the room,

"I need it now, I can't wait."

Grabbing at the base of your cock, your big hand cupping your balls, your thumb and finger in the form of a cock ring around the base– you squeeze and your cock becomes even bigger.

"Such a greedy girl, you want this cock."

Licking my lips I nod eagerly and and begin my ascent, straddling, you rub that big throbbing head into my puffy lips, instantly making my clit pop, and I've been wet for hours so I more than ready to sink my cunt down and swallow every bit of you.

It only happens with a cock I know, and whose cock knows me and there is generally a build up– a tease. This was a tease that lasted all day, well really when I think about, it it has been a tease that has been going on for months, years even.

I know the moment you your cock touches my junction that I could orgasm from that first insertion into me. You've teased me properly between my legs and between my ears….and I am more than ready for that cock. Sliding it all over my pussy, inching it in slowly– no thrusting, just a slow fill. I drop my hips, my pussy dreamily and deliberately as possible, I want to feel every inch deep inside of me. Feeling from the inside out, my organs clinching, my abdomen pulling in, my body trying to grab your cock, but I stay slow as I sink down. Filling, full… that feeling absorbs me, takes over and consumes my whole body starting from my cunt and deep into my belly— this guttural moan is deeply exhaled into the room- my animal sound. You, are buried into me as far as possible and I want more.

I sit up straighter atop of you and start squeezing your cock, and I can feel it, the orgasm rising, squeezing and squeezing– oh god it just makes me crazy and feels amazing– a wild and deep orgasm that surrounds your cock and makes want to fuck you more. But- I refrain from any grinding and let this concentrated orgasm run through me without either of us barely moving.

Expressions of love leak out of my mouth…

"I love your cock, so fucking good."

Sighs and moans, words no longer decipherable spill and I come– clinching with all of me surrounding your cock– this cock that I've missed so much. No griding, no pounding, just filling.

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