(This is not my first story of this kind, but I will allow you to decide whether it's any good or not. I don't think it's the greatest. If you happen not to like it, I'm sorry you feel that way. Thanks for reading anyway!)
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I awoke with the instinctive knowledge that I was alone. My lover had left not too long ago for a work related trip. They kept him from me for as long as a month on rare occasions. Stephens' side of our bed was still warm and I cuddled in his body heat under the heavy bed cover.
I used to be saddened when he left me without saying anything, but eventually, I learned it was out of love. Stephen told me he hated my sad eyes to be the last thing he saw before leaving, so he decided not to wake me anymore. It was understandable. I too would rather be reminded of our goodbye from the night before then Stephen walking out, looking like he wasn't going to come back.
My body ached for his touch when I thought of his hands. I loved those hands. I loved to hold them, kiss them, watch them at work, or slide across my skin. He was careful and determined at the same time. Then Stephens' scent consumed me, and as I breathed deeply into his pillow, lying in his warmth, it felt like he was right beside me.
It sent me drifting into thoughts of our previous night together. They would be my comfort while alone for the next two weeks. It made me wet just to think of him. The way he filled me so deeply. How it felt like the first time, every time. He made me laugh and then cry within the same moment. My "true" love in every sense of the word. We fit together perfectly.
I trailed over my own body in a futile attempt to recreate his touch, and became increasingly aroused in remembrance of those hands and lips lingering over every inch of me. I could feel him pumping inside me as my imagination ran wild, fingers finding my throbbing clit, desperate to be touched. I always came hard when I thought of Stephen, and the things that he did to me. The way he made me feel, and how I loved to touch and pleasure him in return. Stephen was fun to tease.
I know it seems unrealistic to feel such, but all he has to do is look at me and I'm finished. Now, I'm not saying Stephen is perfect, we both have our fair share of problems. But who wants to dwell on that with memories like this...
"Theresa?"
"Yeah?" I responded.
"Will ya miss me?" Stephen asked, as if such a question was needed. He just liked hearing me say so.
"Of course, I hate it when you leave me. Although...it's nice to get rid of you sometimes." I tried to act serious, but couldn't hide a smile. It did happen to be true sometimes.
"Aye, it is good sometimes to be rid of ya." He smiled back, playing through the tips of my hair, sending shivers up my spine.
"Yes love, I'm sure it is. I do realize how much I need you when you're away. Plus, I always get some writing done too."
"Oh, you need me do ya?" He teased, shifting closer to me under the covers so I could feel his bare body against mine.
Stephen had always slept naked, and soon after we married I joined the "dark side" as he liked to call it. He was always so natural, and I enjoyed being this relaxed with him. Thinking on it now, I couldn't imagine sleeping any other way. Not to mention that our body heat kept us much warmer without clothes, in the cold weather. Of course, it always made getting out of bed in the morning a hassle, but it was worth it for the most part...
"Yes, I need you." I stated calmly, soaking up his warmth though my inquisitive finger tips.
"And what exactly do ya need from me?" Pressing his arm on the small of my back, he pulled me closer then I thought humanly possible. We meshed together, skin on skin, bone against bone.
"Just be here with me. That's all I need."
"That's all now is it? Well never mind what you need then. What do ya want?"
"You know what I want." Before I finished my sentence his cock stiffened slightly against my leg.
"Do I now?" He half chuckled.
"Someone does anyway." I smiled, grazing my hand over his length.
"Ooh, so that's what you want. Well, why didn't ya say so then?"
"I thought it was obvious." I laughed.
"Aye, ya don't have to ask for that never. I'm all yours, whenever ya want it." He kissed my lips, nose, and forehead, "So love, where do ya want it then?"
"Hmmm..." I pretended to think
"How about here." He said, tracing the outline of my lips, "In that pretty mouth of yours...no?" Stephen kissed them lightly, "Ah, I know, ya want me here." He grabbed my ass with both hands, engulfing each cheek with strong worked finger tips, "right between these cheeks, in that sexy arse of yours....Oh, I forgot. That's where I want it. Maybe later then." His cock expanded as he squeezed them together.
"Anything for you love." I replied in euphoria to the touch of his hands, his hot breath against my skin...and the thick tone of his voice.
"I do believe that every hole of yours will be filled before the night is through....Ah, which reminds me," He said in a sly manner, one hand creeping slowly towards my aching core. I held my breath in anticipation..."This is where ya want it first, isn't it?" He laughed as I gasped a moan in reply.
"No? Ya don't want it at all now? Ah, I'm tired anyway." He tortured me, removing his hand where it was so fervently welcome.
How he controlled himself was beyond me, as I was on the verge of cuming and he had barely even touched me..."Yes!" I answered frantically, "That's where I want it. Please now...I'm ready now!"
"Aye, you're so incredibly ready. Ya love me that much, do ya?" He laughed, even though it was true, grazing over my soaked pussy, before tasting me.
"Mmmm....what about me?"
Two of his long fingers slid deep inside me and brought the outcome to my parted lips. Stephen loved me sucking on his fingers just as much as I loved doing it...and, perhaps I'm a bit bias, but I always taste amazing.
"Ya want this?" He asked, grinding himself against me with great desire as he watched his own fingers exit slowly from my heated mouth, eyes locked to mine. It seemed all of Stephens' teasing was beginning to get to him too.
"Yes!"
"Then take it." He told me.
I stretched my leg around his waist, pulling him to me, guiding his steel cock to enter in. As I did, Stephen latched to my lips and pulled me on top. I moaned lightly as he slid all the way into me, creating a slow and steady rhythm, teasing my insides, and tasting my mouth. I increased our pleasure by joining his motions, counter to his clockwise movements. Letting loose his lips I held to his sides. Keeping us steady, which left Stephen to fondle my breasts or slap my ass. Trading one for the other as he so desired.
After a few long moments, he shifted, propping up on his forearms to reach my lips once more. My hands moved to the sheets in a death grip, as I felt my first orgasm approaching fast. Stephen knew I loved to be kissed and fucked at the same time. He'll say he does it to make me happy -which I do not doubt- but he enjoys it as much as I do. He just won't admit to it.
Sadly now, he removed the kiss, as my hums turned to desperate moans. Stephen wasn't going to let it end that soon, and he also liked to be in charge of when we came. He wanted on top. I loved him on top...
Still entangled, Stephen gracefully shifted his weight onto me. I welcomed his body pressing against mine, and started tracing across each of my ribs. He got the hint, and removed my hands with his own, pressing just enough at the space below my full breasts. Starting a pulse, he moved his fingers across me as if playing piano. Now this, he did solely for my happiness, and to end his symphony Stephen kissed my neck, moving into me, increasing his speed.
"Ya ready love?" he panted, balanced over me on his forearms, gripping my shoulders from underneath.
"Kiss me." I told him, and he smiled, the whole bottom half of him pressing even deeper against me, all the way inside as he sucked on my bottom lip. He decreased speed for just a moment to build up the last of our increasing pressures, savoring my lips. Sliding slowly, and tortuously in and out of my tight pussy, as I gripped him in orgasm.
My enraptured moan parted me from his kiss, and he watched as my eyes filled with tears, the first sign of a job well done. Stephen lowered his mouth to my neck, telling me without words, that he too was about to cum. Our climax filled the air, and we sounded so good together, our tones mixing to create a new one.
I held him tight as he slammed the last few jerks into me, enveloping my whole body with his warmth...
"Ah, fuck." Was his last statement, and he shifted to one side. Always afraid he was going to crush me, no matter how many times I told him otherwise.
"Damn good one too," I replied, playing through the hair around his ears, watching his satisfied face recover. My body shook slightly with the aftershocks, and Stephen pulled me closer as he felt our parting. He didn't want to leave me just yet, and we stayed like that a few more moments.
"You, and you're sexy tears," He chuckled, wiping a new one that fell, voicing my sadness that it was over.
