We can't always be together. It's part of the deal. The contract. The arrangement. I hate it.
It's been twelve days since our last meeting. Twelve long lustful days and nights.
I meet you at our hotel. It's dark, sexy and oh so wrong.
With barely a "hello," I reach for you and begin passionately kissing you. Lips and tongues intermingling, our bodies pressed together tightly, desperately thirsting for one another.
Clothes start to fall to the floor. You gently slide your body down mine, and kiss and nibble down my stomach to my already swollen cock. You kiss it, you lick it, and put it in your mouth.
You take your time knowing there is no rush, and no place you would rather be in the entire world. You make love to my cock like it is the pinnacle of my being, you look up at me with a beautiful lust and desire in your eyes.
You move your head as you take more and more of it in your mouth. You look up again as I am telling you how good it feels. I reach down and pull you up to me to kiss you again.
I put my fingers between your legs and I feel your pussy wet on the outside. I slide one finger inside you and move it in a way that causes you to moan and to desire me even more.
I move you to the edge of the bed, and push you down over the edge, your ass in the air, begging for me to fuck you. I move my hard cock around the outside edges of your warm wet pussy. I slide it inside of you slowly and deliberately.
I grab your hips as I start to thrust my cock into you. I am moving into you much harder now and you can feel yourself building your passion with each hard thrust. I tell you to give me your arms, and you comply. I hold them tight. I pull you against me, as I push my hips forward into you.