When we broke apart, he asked again, "Where is your bedroom?" Again I hesitated, and, sensing my hesitation, he said, "We don't have to do anything if you're not comfortable."
I didn't realize I'd been holding my breath, and I let it out slowly and said, "I'm okay. C'mon, the bedroom's this way," and I led him down a short hallway to the bed I sort of, but not really, shared with my husband. We lay down on the bed, spooning, and he kissed the back of my neck and shoulders. I had never really before associated passion with slow and sensual, but he most definitely knew how to mix the two. As his lips traveled in little trails over my upper back, his hand moved slowly up and down my stomach, his thumb occasionally brushing my breast. I pushed my butt back into his crotch and felt his already rock-hard cock against me. He gripped my hip for a moment, pulling me into him, and thrust his dick against my ass...then released me and turned me over to face him. He kissed me deeply, making my lips burn and my body tingle; it had been forever and a day since I'd been kissed like that.
He pulled back for a moment and we studied each other, and then his arms tightened around me again. He kissed me hard, his kiss full of need, and I kissed him back in the same manner. His cock swelled even more against me, and I could feel it throbbing against my stomach. I swung one leg over his body and pulled myself up so I could feel his massive hard-on against my wet and tingling pussy. Even with our clothes on, he felt so good between my legs that I almost came right then.
Swiftly, we sat up and tore off each others' shirts in the heat of the moment. He pulled off my bra, and then we tackled each others' pants and underwear. His underwear was damp with precum, and mine was soaked with my own arousal. His fingers found their way down along my clit and I shuddered with pleasure, and then inside me, where he fingered me in little thrusts. I wrapped my hands around his swollen member and stroked hard and fast, using his increasing droplets of precum as a lubricant.
What seemed like only a moment later, he pulled his hands away from my now dripping wet pussy and lay on his back, pulling me on top of him. He held his visibly throbbing cock still as I sat down on top of him, effectively shoving him inside of my tingling abyss. He reached up for my breasts as I rode him, and rubbed them, massaged them, cupped them in his hands. He pulled me down far enough for him to lean up and suck each of my erect nipples, which had been dying to feel the heat of his tongue on them. As he did so, the tautness of his abdominal muscles sent me over the edge, and I cried out in ecstasy. At the same time, he thrust deep inside of me and threw his head back, engulfed in the sensations of his own orgasm. He filled me up with shot after shot of creamy cum, and we both writhed against each other in ecstasy.
But we weren't finished. We turned over, without his pulling out, and he began thrusting hard in and out of me, barely losing any of his wonderful hardness. I moaned, softly, at first, but more loudly as I became sensitive again. I thrust my hips up in time with his movement, rubbing my aching clit along his pelvic bone, feeling the most exquisite sensations. He kissed my lips, my neck, my collarbone, and I gently bit his earlobe, which was a hotspot for him; he sucked in a sharp breath and shuddered slightly, which made me nibble more.
"Oh my god..." he whispered hoarsely. "You feel amazing..." He buried his face in my shoulder, his movements getting more frantic as he hurtled towards a second orgasm.
I wasn't too far off myself, and I couldn't tell if the wetness on the bedspread was me, him, or both of us. My juices were pouring out of me, making him slide easily in and out, in and out. And then I couldn't hold back any more. I dug my nails into his back when I came again, and he moaned, "Scream for me, oh god, scream for me..." And I did. He didn't have to ask me to, my orgasm was so intense that I couldn't keep from screaming. My whole body contracted around the spasm, and I convulsed in his arms. The sensation of my cumming was so intense for him that it pushed him over his own edge and he came too, hard, and he buried his sweet, rock-hard dick inside of me as deep as he could.
As each of our orgasms subsided, we slowly separated and lay down together. Suddenly, I jolted awake, not even realizing that I'd fallen asleep. I glanced at the clock and realized that if I didn't want to get caught, he had to leave now. Near panic, I shook him awake and said, "He'll be back any time now. You must go." He stood up and dressed quickly, then gave me a quick kiss goodbye and left, not even leaving me a way to get in touch with him. I felt overwhelmingly sad and lonely, and I cried myself to sleep.
When I woke up, it was light, and my husband still wasn't home. The feeling of emptiness in my heart got worse, making it so I couldn't get back to sleep, so I put on my robe and wandered listlessly out to the kitchen. There was a small piece of paper folded up on the counter that hadn't been there the night before. Curious, I opened it up.
"Never before has a woman made me feel so complete. Here's my main email address, please write me. Jason."
