Rachel's heart raced as she heard footsteps in the hallway, and then three solid knocks rang against the steel door. Amir was finally here. Animated by the familiar butterflies in her stomach, Rachel rose to open the door for him.
She was especially nervous this time because it had been 5 weeks since she had last seen her man. Their busy schedules often kept them apart for weeks on end. She was a 22-year-old graduate student writing her Master's thesis from Columbia University's Paris campus and teaching English at a private high school, and he a 28-year-old Algerian entrepreneur putting everything on the line to get his enterprise off the ground. She had chosen to date him out of three possible candidates. It was hard to pin down exactly what had made him the obvious choice. Illogically, the thing that immediately came to mind was the little spot just outside his pupil on the white of his right eye. Rachel could never get enough of Amir, but when she did get to see him, it was always a night of pure bliss.
Entre! De toute suite!
Rachel said through the door, urging Amir to hurry in. She didn't want any of her neighbors to see her through the open door. To spice things up after the long separation, Rachel had decided to pull a stunt that was out of character for such a reserved person: she answered the door in lacy, black, almost-too-small lingerie. Her creamy breasts threatened to spill out of the bra, and the panties hung barely above her carefully shaped landing strip. From behind, the holy pattern left none of her round, toned booty to the imagination. Something about the cut of the fabric, the way her tousled light brown hair hung over her pale golden skin in the moonlight, and the slant of her green eyes gave her a vaguely Russian air. Her ancestry was mostly Nordic or Germanic but the genes inherited from her Japanese grandmother lent an almond shape to her eyes and a walnut-colored pigment to her nearly hairless skin. The overall effect was something Slavic-looking.
Rachel had not been sure about this plan. She scanned Amir's face for his reaction. He seemed to be on the verge of saying something, but the words had abandoned him. His lively, coffee-colored eyes were glued in rapture to her long frame. He reflexively dropped his overnight bag on the bed and began to manhandle her perky breasts over her bra. She pressed against him and brought her lips to his and ran her hands through his jet-black, carefully gelled hair. His kiss was as good as a shot of double-barrel bourbon. Her hands hungered for the taut caramel-colored skin of his muscular chest so she began to unzip his jacket. This process took an inordinately long time since she was already drunk on him. By the time she had pulled off the heavy garment and set it on the bed, he had unhooked her bra, cast it aside, and started sucking on her right nipple, then her left. He eagerly groped her behind. She pulled off his shirt, leaving the thin gold chain he always wore, and ran her hands over his broad chest and sculpted abdominals. He began kissing her neck which drove her lust to a frenzy. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. She cradled his rock-hard package in her hand, caressed his gladiatorlike thighs, and then tried to pull his pants the rest of the way down before she realized his shoes were still on.
Amir reluctantly pulled himself away from Rachel's breasts and bent down to take off his shoes and pants, which brought his face to the level of her thighs. He could not stand to take his mouth away from the body he had sorely missed even for the twenty seconds it took to get naked, so he kissed her runner's legs and the hollow of her hip as he removed his pants, shoes, and briefs. He stood back up and kissed Rachel on the mouth again. Her tongue danced against his as he tweaked her hard nipples. He brought his other hand between her legs and rubbed her pussy over the scanty fabric covering it. She brought her leg up to the bed to give him better access and started grinding against his throbbing manhood. He slipped his hand inside her panties and massaged her clitoris, simultaneously mouthing her breasts. Thus Amir gave Rachel her first orgasm of the night.
He took off her panties and continued to rub her pussy, slipping his middle finger inside her. Rachel moaned; she could take no more. She repositioned herself so he stood directly behind her. He lovingly fondled her ass and then her hips. She bent over for him. He struggled to insert his large cock into her tight pussy. Finally, he found the right angle, and he was inside her. He rawdogged her for five good thrusts, enjoying the feeling of the dripping wet walls of her vagina as she relished the feeling of his skin, then pulled out to put on a condom. These thirty seconds without his touch were agony.
Once he had the condom on Rachel bent over for Amir and widened her stance to let him slip back inside her. He made vigorous love to her. She doubled over to receive as much of him as she could and his powerful rod found her G spot. Waves of pleasure reverberated within her like heat lightning rolling over a prairie. She breathed harder than she had in mile 12 of the half marathon she'd run last month and screamed his name as she came for the second time.
Possessed by passion, he grabbed her hips and lifted her off the floor in order to delve deeper into her. He picked her up off the ground like this for three pumps. Rachel was sometimes insecure about her height, her broad shoulders, and her muscular build, so being picked up like this in the heat of passion felt like the deepest re-affirmation of her femininity. "Oh baby, oh baby, yeah, fuck me hard!" she cried out, giving free reign to the Texas drawl she normally tried to suppress. Amir got off when Rachel spoke English during sex. She suspected this was because he watched American porn, but even as a patriot and a feminist she didn't mind his fetishization of her native language. There was something arousing about being his dirty American girl. Besides, expressing herself in her mother tongue while in her most vulnerable state felt deeply intimate. For this same reason she loved it when he spoke Kabyle, his lingua franca, in his sleep.
She continued to verbally encourage Amir as they climbed onto the bed and he repositioned her into a classic doggy style. She bowed at the waist in a cobralike movement and spread her cheeks to allow him back into her gaping pussy. She was starting to dry up after her back to back orgasms so he played with her clitoris to get the juices flowing again. Then he lowered himself over her and encompassed her as he drove his cock deep inside her. He indulged her with two fingers on her mound.
Thanks to five weeks without sex, Amir's semen wasn't flowing as freely as normal. Usually he'd be long gone by now. Rachel offered to suck his dick (one of the few English phrases he automatically understood) but instead he put her in position for a piledriver. He gently placed her ankles on his oxlike shoulders and entered her, making her shudder with pleasure. This position gave him the most contact with her G spot. "Yeah baby, fuck me good and deep!" His breathing grew ragged. She soon climaxed again.
