I was sprawled out in the middle of the bed, completely naked. There was a slight chill in the room, making my nipples hard and erect. I was fighting the urge to bury my fingers in my pussy. I knew I was wet and my clit was in desperate need of being touched.
After what felt like forever, I finally heard the apartment door opening; I knew it would only take him a few seconds to reach his bedroom and my heart started pounding. He was about to call my name when he walked in the room, but he stopped short when he saw me. I lifted my legs and spread them as far as they could go, a clear invitation to what I wanted.
Without saying a word, he quickly began undressing and walking towards me. His cock was already alert, majestic, huge and absolutely perfect. He climbed on the bed and crawled up to me, placing both arms at the side of my head. Our eyes were locked and we were both breathing heavily. Then the most amazing thing happened; his cock automatically lined up with my pussy. It didn't need to be guided by our hands; it knew exactly where it belonged.
He started gliding into me and I felt myself opening up to engulf his cock. Every nerve ending of my pussy came to life; I lifted my knees towards my head because I needed to feel him go as deep as he could. We both groaned as he started sliding in and out of me. I grabbed his ass with both hands and began pulling him into me; I couldn't get enough of him. I looked down because I need to look at his gorgeous cock pound my pussy. It was glistening with my juices and every time he glided out of me and then pounded back in, I felt my pleasure increase. I needed to orgasm. Fast. Hard. I moved my right hand from his ass, directly to my clit and started rubbing it furiously. That's all it took to send me off the edge. My whole body tensed and the most amazing orgasm exploded from my pussy. He was still looking at me intensely and I could feel him changing his rhythm. His jaw was clenched and he shut his eyes, just as he let out the sexiest moan; he was balls deep in me as he shot his cum deep into my body.
I felt like I could barely move as he slowly pulled out and I didn't like how empty I suddenly felt. He collapsed beside me on the bed and pulled me towards him.
"That was quite a welcome home, Violet!" he said panting.
I laughed, "I missed you today, Matt!"
Six months had passed since we started our relationship. We had become experts in being absolutely professional in the office, to the point that no one knew that we were fucking our brains out once we got home. Sometimes it was hard to pretend it didn't bother me when other girls in the office tried flirting with him, but he always made it clear that he did not mix business with pleasure. I was the only exception, and oh boy did we know how to pleasure each other.
In these past six months I had learned to explore my body, to become comfortable with my sexuality, to discover what I liked and how to reach the most amazing orgasms. Matt turned out to be the most amazing lover, since he got off giving me pleasure. He only allowed himself to cum once he was sure that I was content.
I was pretty sure that I had become obsessed with sex, or maybe just obsessed with Matt. All I could think about was how, when and where we would fuck next. The odour of his skin turned me on, the idea of his dick growing hard in my mouth turned me on, the taste of his cum turned me on, the taste of my juices on his mouth turned me on.
"And I'm going to miss you this month while you're back home."
There it was, the elephant in the room. I was flying back home the following morning and I would be away for the entire month.
"I booked the return flight months ago. I need to see my family and tell them that I'll be moving here. It's not something I could explain over the phone," I replied, a little too vehemently.
Matt kissed me and said, "I know, I know. I just hope no one convinces you to change your mind."
I knew that Matt didn't mean just my parents; we had avoided ever speaking about the fact that I had a long-term boyfriend back home. It was stupid of us, but we had just pretended like he didn't' exist.
Max and I had started "dating" years before but our relationship had not been an easy one. We had both been brainwashed into believing that we couldn't be alone together, we couldn't touch, we couldn't be intimate, until marriage. My own mother had convinced me that sex was just a task a woman HAD TO do to make her husband happy and to procreate. Any hint of a woman's sexual need or desire was frowned upon like a mortal sin. Any woman who did not remain "pure" was deemed a sinner and a whore.
This is what I was going home to and what I was going to have to face for the entire month. Just the thought of it put me in a foul mood.
"No one is going to change my mind," I answered.
Matt was dead serious, "But you know that they will try..."
I got out of bed more upset than I would have liked to. Typical me to run away from topics that I didn't want to face.
