No matter when or where they met, her instant insatiability always amazed him. He'd never met a woman whose needs were so well-defined, and who wanted it all -- right then and there.... no matter where they happened to be. She could never get enough of their raw, roaring, primal sex. They had gotten to know each other's bodies so well over the past year, yet there was always a need to quench a deep, hidden thirst for a bigger, better, more intense orgasm.
Grace was unlike any other woman he'd been with. Yes, she indeed had a more intense, advanced libido. Some women indeed do have a special gift -- a finer tuned sense of passion and sexuality. She'd told him of days riding in the car, a passenger oblivious to her husband's nonsensical mutterings. She'd be engrossed in a book with a naughty passage. She read it over and over, moving her thighs together just the right unobserved way to give herself an intense, yet secret, orgasm without ever touching herself. And there were the nights when hot dreams about sex with her lover would trigger wild, roaring orgasms so intense that they would wake her up screaming and breathless -- and she'd have to change the sheets that were so soaked from her wetness. Again -- without ever touching her splendid self.
And the glorious times when they were together that she could never get enough of his perfect cock, so long and thick, the head sculpted like a finely carved helmet. She loved to ride it, but even more, she loved to suck it or deep throat every inch of it. No matter whether he came in her mouth or spurted his wads of cum straight down her throat, it always triggered a touchless orgasm within her, as if she had a second clit inside her velvety throat. Her senses were tuned so finely that she could always feel that moment, just before he came, the increased heat and subtle increase in size from that final rush of blood into his engorged cock, no matter whether she had it in her mouth or hand or he was plunged to the hilt deep inside her own throbbing, sensitive pussy. And she loved that feeling.
Every time they were together, they'd further kindle the passion and discover new joys. And surprises. Like the night when he was licking away eagerly at her sweet, liquid pussy in near-darkness for a change. Fingers from one hand were busy inside her -- teasing her G-spot -- as the other index finger toyed with the rosebud entrance to her ass, something she'd never enjoyed in the past. Giving his tongue a momentary breather, he glanced up to see how Grace was doing but kept his fingers busy inside her, when he felt a long squirt from her go flying over his left shoulder and land about four feet from them. This primal sex was magic, always intense, always joyous -- and unpredictable.
Like the afternoon neither of them would -- or could -- ever forget...
They'd met again on a long lunch hour at their convenient hideaway. Most days, after kissing and quickly undressing each other, nearly ripping off each other's buttons, she was ready to do most anything... usually content to start exploring each other's horny bodies and fuck and suck like rabbits till an orgasm or three exhausted both of them. But this day would be different. He pulled a desk chair near the bed and sat down right next to it. He said he'd like to start by watching her do herself -- up close and personal. Grace sat right at the edge of the bed and lay back, spreading her legs as wide as they'd go.... such an inviting flower peeking out from between her ivory thighs, its inner lips smooth, silky and oddly distended like the petals on an iris.
As his cock began to stir, her fingers grazed her sensitive nipples, then moved down across her pubic mound... a sparse growth of fine, downy hair that was too red to be blonde and too blonde to be red... more of a burnished gold. She traced a finger along her petal-like southern lips and was amazed how wet she was already just from thinking about the afternoon's possibilities. Up one side, down the other... avoiding her sweet, supersensitive clit for now. She teased herself -- and teased his observing eyes as she continued tracing her own pleasure's core.
