I wake up.
It's Sunday morning. You aren't in bed. I'm sweaty, my boxers are bunched a little to the side, compressing my hard-on in a painful way. I reach down to set it free.
I remembered that we drank two bottles of wine and laughed for hours at the restaurant, then came home and attacked eachother.
Goddamn.
I remember the Hunger was in me, I was manhandling you like I couldn't get enough. You breathed hard as I pushed and pulled your sweater up over your head. Your hair was all frizzy afterward and we laughed before locking lips again.
Your tongue was like a hot snake in my mouth and mycock grew hard, ready, steady, aiming into your wet cunt.
I wanted to stuff it in. You wanted me to. You tore at my belt buckle as I ripped your flimsy skirt of your wide hips, tearing it in the process.
We hadn't cared.
We had breathed heavily, and I ate you up like the dessert I didn't order at the restaurant.
I fucking devoured you. I couldn't get enough. You smelled like lilacs and roses and roasted potatoes. And your skin. Soft, gentle, a gift from God.
You had moaned as I ran my rough hand down the small of your back into your ass crack and forcefully grabbed onto your butt cheek.
I love your ass. I want it all the time.
I kissed you on the mouth as your delicate hand snaked in between us and wrapped sluttily around my hard-on.
I throbbed in your grasp. I love being in your control.
Now in the bed I start to jack off my cock thinking of the night before. Hours before. Wine breath and dried cum on your thighs. I emptied my balls into your hot pussy. You wanted me to.
You really wanted me to.
I tried to last longer but you had bucked on me like a wild little pony, my rock hard cock planted deep up into your sopping wet pussy.
Goddamn I had wanted to last longer but you wouldn't let me.
"Just fucking cum!" You said, over and over until I had no choice. "Fill me up! Let go for once, David!"
Now in bed alone this morning I spit on my hand and focus my ministrations on the sensitive wet tip of my hard-on.
Oh yeah. That feels really good. Not as good as your pussy wrapped tightly around my entire length, but pretty good.
A brief thought of coffee wanders through my head as I lay on our bed jacking off underneath the bedsheets and then you walk in.
Holy shit. I've never seen you like this before.
You're wearing a blue knit bodysuit, one that has a bit of shorts and t-shirt, that hugs every curve of your body. Your voluptuousness.
You have thigh high stocking that leave only just a strip of thigh-flesh bare. I like that. A lot. My arousal heightens.
"Hey babe, why don't you come back to..."
