I’d never wanted a long-distance relationship, in fact, I’d actively turned Max down on several occasions because I knew distance would often be a factor in a relationship with him.
When his work took him out of town for a few months I found myself missing him, longing to grab a drink with him or chat over dinner. It was then I realised that if the absence of a friend had such a potent effect on me, that perhaps it was time to add a little romantic sex to that friendship.
It was not a decision I regretted. He was attentive, caring and filled with love that he revelled in lavishing on me. With sex that was impossible to describe without sounding like I was bragging—I knew this was the man for me no matter how many miles or minutes were placed between us.
Like many couples fucking who spend long stretches of time apart, we had found inventive ways to keep the spark alive but it had definitely been too long since his lips had met mine and our bodies had melted under the warmth of the others’ touch. I let out a soft sigh at the mere thought of his hands brushing against my skin, proving that too long was perhaps an understatement. I smiled in the knowledge that time was now on our side, both our diaries had been cleared, the Airbnb had been booked, our bags were packed and nothing would get in the way of the pleasure we were aching to indulge in.
Arriving separately from our respective locations meant Max was there to greet me when I arrived at our home for the weekend. One look at him and my skin tingled with the need to have him touch me. To have his hands brush against my flesh in the softest of ways, a tease to make me hunger for more, a gentle caress that promised I would not be left wanting. I was frozen in place by those thoughts as my body and mind tried desperately to find a way to function in the presence of a man who never failed to make panties wet, my knees go weak and my chest heave with desire.
As my eyes settled upon his face his bottom lip was captured between his teeth as he set sight on me for the first time in two months. I knew the silk dress I’d chosen to wear skimmed my body in all the right places and I keen to see if it has the desired effect.
“Damn Ella, what are you trying to do to me? That outfit is sinfully sexy.”
My nipples were hard and the flimsy fabric was unable to conceal them. The sheer lace of my thong was similarly inept at containing the scent and moisture of my growing arousal when he pulled me into a tight embrace. As the door closed behind us, I wanted nothing more than to be pinned against it as his lips pressed against my collar bone as his cock grew hard against my pelvis, sliding into me before I’d even had time to survey our surroundings. Whoever said patience was a virtue had clearly never been this horny before.
It seemed that Max was also in no mood to prolong our abstinence, though he did, however, have more willpower than me and with a movement so slick it took my breath away, he scooped me into his strong arms and carried me to the sofa in the next room. As I sat with my legs draped in his lap, his lips found mine and I was lost in a kiss that had my pussy craving his touch, as every inch of my skin began to tingle with the desire I felt for him. They often say that absence makes the heart grow fonder, in my experience it also makes the cock grow harder and his length was impossible to ignore, eager, wanton and so hard it made my mouth salivate with longing.
I was grateful he didn’t make me wait for his attention. His hands began caressing my thighs before his fingers ran along the folds of my pussy, my thong still in place, the tease was delicious, but I ached for him explore my bare, wet sex. There were so many nights where the only fingers I experienced were my own, fingers that now pulled my thong aside in his presence, making my need for him explicit. I watched while his touch moved to my clit, rubbing, circling, teasing, edging as his eyes gazed down at my shaved labia, a soft fuzz of pubic hair adorning my mound.
I knew I could come easily, within minutes should he desire it, but as his lips peppered kisses against my neck before capturing my nipple in his mouth, I knew he’d be bringing me to edge many times before he’d finally let my orgasm take hold. The sensation of his warm tongue against my nipple though, fuck, that sent my need for him into overdrive. Knowing he wasn’t likely to slide his cock into me any time soon, I decided I would need to have it inside me in another way.
“Stand up. Let’s get some of these clothes off of you so I can get to that gorgeous cock of yours.”
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There was nothing smooth about the way I removed his trousers and boxers. Speed was my goal, fuck I needed to see him, taste him, enjoy the weight of his balls in my mouth. I held my breath in anticipation as I made fast work of his belt and zipper, tugging at his trousers like a woman possessed. When he placed his toned, beautiful buttocks against the coffee table it brought his twitching cock to eye level and it was a perfect reminder to slow down. I wanted to savour him and most of all, make him squirm and moan as my mouth enveloped him.
His cock was as addictive as ever—I never got over how good it felt when my tongue ran along the silky skin of his shaft, or the way my mouth stretched almost uncomfortably as it opened wide to take in his girth. I loved that moment. As much as I loved taking the deep breath that followed as the magic of relaxation made the whole thing effortless. Sliding my mouth up and down his shaft with enthusiasm, my hands rested against his thighs and saliva trickled down my chin.
My pussy twitched and my nipples grew hard as the head of his cock nuzzled against the back of my throat, my hands now gripping the base of his cock. My eyes streamed with effort, and when he started to moan, his hips bucking with the desire for more, I knew he was starting to ache for my pussy to wrap around his length.
After so long without the pleasure of being able to play with his cock though, I wasn’t about to leave my mouth bereft, even if that would give way to my pussy getting exactly what it was craving. My fingers wrapped around him as my mouth sucked on his balls. It felt so damn good to have him filling my mouth as his deep groans of pleasure filled the air. I became lost in my actions, the need to make him come was overwhelming, so much so that I was caught off guard when he guided me away from him.
“Fuck Ella. You’re too good, and I don’t want to come in your mouth … this time. I want that pretty little cunt of yours for that.”
Excitement coursed through my body, this was it, after months of waiting I was finally going to feel him inside me once again. He was hard as a rock, what I playfully referred to as a double erection. Those times where he seemed so erect that it simply couldn’t be a regular hard-on. He, however, had other plans—I would be made to wait a little longer. Waiting would be delicious though because his mouth beelined for my pussy and I knew he would be experiencing the same heady rush at my taste as I had when I swallowed his dick.
His tongue slowly flicked against my clit, I squirmed with my need for more contact as he held back, his actions controlled and measured. His eyes grew hungrier the more he played, and the more he looked at me, the longer we waited. When his mouth finally sucked me fully, I writhed beneath him from both pleasure and frustration.
“Max please, stop being such a tease, you know what we both want. What we both deserve.”
“Luckily for you,” he said, bringing his face up, glistening with my juices, “my need to fuck you is greater than my will to tease you.” And with that, his cock slid into my pussy causing us both to moan.
That moment has always been exquisite, from the first time we made love, and every time since. The first few seconds he slides into me are incredible, the sensation of belonging, of home, of knowing that the best feeling in the world is when his cock nestles deep into my cunt. I tell myself it is even more delectable having waited so long, but truthfully I know that when we do all this again in a few hours, I will get the exact same rush.
I always marvel at how easily fucking comes to us, even when we have been apart for months there’s never a sense of awkwardness as we shed our clothes and indulge the person we adore. He never forgets how best to please me, which is evident as he thrusts faster inside me, causing my breathing to quicken and my orgasm to creep ever closer and just as I’m nearing that peak, he slows.
Groaning and hissing he takes in the view of his cock slowly moving inside me. His jaw clenches, the vein on his neck visibly pulsing and the rise and fall of his chest is hypnotic. The look in his eyes is so intense it makes my fingers curl into fists, as I bite down on my own lip and luxuriate in the throbbing in my cunt.
I can’t speak—his presence has reduced my vocabulary to incoherent mumbles and whimpers. I dig deep though and find the words I need and they tumble from my mouth with an almost embarrassing sense of urgency.
“Fuck! I need more. Show me how much you’ve missed me. Shove your cock into my pussy, I want your balls slapping against me as you pound into me.”
His eyes glisten when I utter my request and he pulls me to my feet and the armchair which has not yet seen any action is graced with our presence as he stands behind me and I use the chair to steady myself. When he pushes into me from behind he fills me in the way I’ve been craving and he doesn’t hold back. I’m stretched wide, filled deep and fucked well.
It’s one of those days though where one position is never enough and we soon find ourselves lying on the sofa. This is the most contact our bodies have had since our initial hug, his body the big spoon to my little spoon as he continues to fuck me from behind. Running his hands down my thighs he spreads my legs wider as I finger my clit encouraging the rise of orgasmic promise, as I push back against his cock repeatedly as he thrusts into me.
As good as it is to be fucked by him, to have his body controlling my pleasure I want something different. I want to ride him, to straddle his strong muscular thighs and find that perfect rhythm as my body bounces and grinds against him. I want him to feel the way I do as he shows me how amazing it is for him to take his pleasure from me as he moves in and out of my wet pussy. He sits with his back against the sofa as I mount him. I’ve never enjoyed this before, being on top, being in control, but he makes it so easy, so addictive as his eyes widen and he grins as he drinks me in.
I grind against him and he sucks my tits. His warm tongue flicking against my nipples is a sensation that makes me want to come right there and then. I want to run my fingers into his hair as his mouth is held firm against my nipple. As I grind against his cock and moan against his ear knowing it gets him off, having my sounds of ecstasy delivered close up and hot against his skin.
“I want to come. You know it will be so good when my pussy spasms and grips your cock as you come inside me. I need to come now.”
He raises an eyebrow in my direction, sensing my intention to push us both over the edge and grips my waist as he controls the movement of my hips. Faster, yes, oh yes, this is it, I will come and it will be glorious … but oh no, slower, slowing me down, right down, pulling me back, pulling out, making me wait.
He shifts from the sofa to sit in the armchair with an amused smile on his face, as he instigates what he knows will be a truly torturous change in position. He makes a come-hither motion with his finger. An action which is wasted on anything but my g-spot. I go to straddle him and he turns me around. I follow his lead and place my feet either side of his thighs, squatting onto his cock, bouncing, grinding, enjoying the ripples of pleasure that no longer need to build, they just are, they’re present in every part of my body. The sensations he is creating in me are everywhere, coursing through my veins, dancing upon my skin, there is no part of me that isn’t succumbing to the pleasure being created by his cock being buried in my pussy.
He grabs my waist again and his guidance, his control, his touch, all of this means I’m no longer able to decide whether or not I will come. I can feel it rising within me and I know that this time when I’m close enough to the edge pulling back will not be an option no matter what tactics he employs. I will tumble into the deep chasm of orgasm and my body will be wrapped in a darkness so sweet I will wonder how I ever survived so many months apart from him. I’m losing myself in these moments, touching him, hearing him, inhaling him, it is sublime, and sweeps me up into a state of being that I cannot reach alone.
His mouth brushes against my flesh, my torso twisting in such a way that he can just about capture my nipple briefly before it is snatched away from him as I bounce up, attempting to trap it beneath his lips once more when I lower myself down on his cock. When he misses, his lips and tongue caress my skin, his hot breath tickling my flesh. The warmth, the wetness, the tactile nature of being side by side is irreplaceable when we’re apart.
There is no holding back now, the only speed we have is fast as he grips my hips and pushes me down onto his cock with urgency. Each time I counter, rising up his length before being deliciously impaled once more. I pay close attention to the noises he makes and the tension in his muscles as his movements start to betray him, he is unravelling and his loss of control is exhilarating. There is a strong sense of him doing what he must, animalistic, biological impulses driving his cock into me, as he grunts and groans, sounds that push me closer to my own climax.
When my orgasm comes it is strong, deep and leaving no part of me untouched by its potency. A growl of satisfaction leaves his lips as my body is gripped by pleasure so intense my toes quite literally curl and my skin flushes with the heat my orgasm generates within me. I’ve had many orgasms of my own creation in his absence and they were good, in fact, some were great. This climax though, the first one with him after time apart is always in a league of its own. Born of intimacy, love, passion and distance it unfolds within me like a tsunami. It is not gentle or careful, it cares not for leaving me in one piece. It is a climax that ravages—consuming my energy, tightening my muscles, stealing the breath from my lungs and the thoughts from my mind.
I’m still riding the waves, savouring each morsel of pleasure as I try in vain to regain some composure. There is more to come though, more to enjoy. I’ve missed feeling and seeing him climax. My body is sensitive post-orgasm, but still receptive and welcoming of his last few thrusts. I relish the way he uses my body in these last precious moments of fucking. The base of his cock pulsing against my pussy, it’s a small, discreet sensation, but a powerful one that makes my body shudder with delight. His fingers have curled tighter against my hips as he thrusts into me for the final time, hard and deep, before his body is paralysed by his pleasure and he spills his climax deep inside me.
There’s a sheen of sweat upon his skin as I curl against him, his tender kisses given sweetly as he wraps his arms around me and we settle for a while in the warm afterglow of making love. The waiting will never get easier, but the rewards for our patience are immeasurable.
The End
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