You take that as your cue and move to brush two fingers along my saturated lower lips. I shudder and you do it again, pressing harder, obviously reveling in how wet you've made me already. Quickly you slip one finger deep into me and I gasp again. You put your mouth against mine, swallowing my cries as your thumb circles my clit. I tightened my grip on your rigid length; you moan into my mouth and slip another finger deep into my folds, curling them as you move them in and out. My orgasm takes me, fast and hard, as I shiver and clamp down around your slick fingers. You wait until I stop shaking, withdrawing your hand and moving it to my lips. I take them into my mouth, swirling my tongue around before you take them out again and kiss me, licking my moisture and musk off my lips.
You kiss me harder, drinking me down, and with both hands on my hips you maneuver your rock hard cock into position. With one deft, quick move you sheath yourself inside me. I nearly scream with the incredible pleasure. You bury yourself deep inside me and just hold yourself still for a moment, savoring the feel of my hot, slick pussy surrounding you. I tilt my hips, wanting you deeper; you answer by withdrawing almost entirely and then slamming back into me, hilt deep, bringing a harsh groan from us both. Then you do it again, hard and fast, out and back in, your grip on my hips pulling me forward to meet your thrusts. You kiss me softly, contrastingly to the hard, fast fuck.
I can't believe how you know exactly what I want, what I need. You move one hand down and start to rub my hardened clit as you continue to piston in and out of my yielding flesh. I'm close, so close, the angle and rhythm so intense it's almost pain. I can feel you try to slow, wanting to make this last, but I won't allow that, the momentum is undeniable. Again you withdraw your whole length, then thrust deep back into me, your hand rubbing my clit faster.
"Cum with me," you tell me, more an order than an entreaty, and the authority in your husky voice tips me over the edge, I scream out your name as I cum hard around you, clamping and shaking in a long, unbelievably powerful climax. You can't hold on any longer under the onslaught, feeling the familiar dizzying rush sweep over you, and cum deep inside me. The feel of your spasming into me sets off a second orgasm and we seem caught in a delicious feedback loop, your cumming triggers my own and for many long moments we peak and peak, our mingled juices slick and hot on the table top.
Finally we stand there gasping, your sweating head bowed and resting on my shoulder. I can feel the tremble in your knees and feel an answering weakness in my own body. You raise your head and look deep into my eyes and I am again thrilled at the longing I see there, affection and heat, yearning and contentment. How did I earn that kind of regard? I don't know, but can only respond by placing a gentle hand on the back of your neck and pulling you to me to kiss with infinite tenderness. You respond with equal softness, and I whisper against your swollen lips,
"Welcome home..."
