Is Fucking An Option?

It had been two weeks since I had sex.

It had been two weeks since I had his cock in my mouth.

It had been two weeks since his mouth was near my ear.

I was in my car rocking myself to music and pushing the leathery cushion against my pulsing cunt. I was on edge. I could almost taste him. I could almost feel his fingers pushing into me so perfectly against my g-spot making me flood his hand and my panties. I could almost feel his cock pushing inside and causing violent orgasms. Yes, so close.

I text him when I was near.

His reply: Should I start laundry or you want to eat first?

I read his text and was a little dumbfounded. Fucking was on my mind and those words were not in his text message.

My reply: Is fucking an option?

His reply: I'll be waiting for you then.

I smiled and then wondered if that was acknowledgement of our plans to fuck when I walked in the door. I thought, it didn't matter; I was going to drag him kicking and screaming to the bedroom.

There is no hesitation when I walk in his front door. I saw him waiting in bed with a hard on; I put all my bags down, stripped my clothes and crawled into bed with him. I hugged him and my hands roamed but I kept it away from his cock on purpose. His body shifted and our mouths met immediately and I melted into him. His cock nestled into my hand and I grabbed and stroked. He let out a sigh in my mouth. My other hand grabbed at his hair to pull him into me more. I wanted him and this all exploded out of me at the same time.

Two weeks of pent up sexual energy escaped and I wanted everything all at once. His hand pushed between my legs and I rubbed my panty-covered cunt against his hand. He teased when I wanted his finger knuckle deep inside me. It took him several seconds to get past the fabric and me groaning in his mouth. My nails started to claw into his back. I wanted to come on his fingers. I wanted my wetness to squirt out from the small gaps from his hand and my cunt. His fingers slipped along my slit and he took the wetness that was pooling. He was making me wait. My nails dug, his fingers pushed inside and I let go of his back and arched up. The wetness purged and drenched my panties, the sheets and the mattress. His fingers pulled slowly out as the rest of the wetness gushed out. His fingertips circled my clit and I was climbing and grabbing the headboard and pillow. I came hard with my body twisting and writhing.

This was all he could bear and he got up and I twisted around pushing my ass in the air. His hands slipped the soaked panties from my round ass, down my thighs and off my feet. He threw them off the bed and I took a deep breath as his hands gripped my ass and I felt his cock push slowly in.

Two weeks of wanting.

Two weeks of waiting.

Two weeks were finally over.

He put his length inside and I gasped and clenched the sheets. It was heaven. It was all the stress and tension escaping from every pore of my body. It was a therapy long overdue. Nothing can really replace this very moment of having physical sex.

The sex was urgent. It was primal and I pushed back hard as he pushed forward. We were a rhythmic machine of lust. My teeth were clenched and his hands gripped my ass as he hit my cervix. I felt myself climbing, as his cock would hit my g-spot.

"Come in me." I whispered over and over. I knew he could hear me. His hearing was very good.

Then it changed to, "Come with me," and I was pleading. I felt his body jerk and I seized and we came at the same time panting, hissing and gasping.

He fell beside me and touched my sweaty back. He always feels he did "good" when I ended up in a sweaty mess by his side.

He smiles at me, "Is fucking an option? Fucking is always an option."

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