A Little Addiction
It wasn’t like I was addicted to him, I thought to myself.
My hands trembled as I knocked on the door, and I smoothed my skirt down.
The cherry red color blended well with my tan, and set off the red in my
hair as well. The door opened and his face cracked into a welcome smile
as I slowly glided into the foyer. His arms wrapped around me and he
backed me up against the door. Slowly he ran his tongue over my lips and
I parted them to allow him unfettered access to my warm mouth. He
delved deep, his hips pressed to my stomach as he slowly assaulted my
mouth with his tongue. I wanted more. We stayed like that for a few
minutes, my back to the door, his hands on either side of my head as he
drank from my eager lips. Finally we broke apart and he looked at me,
desire in his eyes, “Welcome back, it’s good to see you again.” He said.
It was good to see him.
He welcomed me into his home, and I strolled across the deep mahogany
flooring with ease. I had been there many times before. I set my bag
down on a bar stool, and accepted the glass of wine that he offered me.
We drank, and laughed, he refilled my glass, and we chatted some more.
“Want to get into the pool?” He asked. Of course I did. It was a muggy
hot day, but overcast. It looked like it would rain, but that wouldn’t
spoil our frolicking one bit. I wanted to feel his thick hard cock in me
sooner rather than later. I wanted to feel the thick head of his cock
spearing my cunt and filling me to the brim.
We both changed and hopped in the pool. The water was a soothing balm
against the sticky heat of the day. I swam around for a while before
coming up to my lover. I wrapped my arms around him, and he did the same
to me. His mouth covered mine, and he backed me up against the edge of
the pool, and drank my passion like it was a vintage wine. I moaned into
his mouth as his hand drifted down into my swim suit bottoms, and I
felt him rub my clit gently. I wanted to feel his fingers in me, his
mouth on me. We got out of the pool but only made it as far as the
lounge chair before he had me on my back, swim suit pulled aside, and
his mouth feasting on my pussy. He tasted every inch of my fragrant wet
hole, and I couldn’t get enough of it. I wanted it more.
His cock was about to rip out of his shorts, and he quickly shucked them
off. Grabbing my hand he pulled me to my feet and we both hurried
through the house to his room, giggling and showering the floor with
water as we went. I laughed in delight as he tossed me on the bed. His
fit body following me soon after. Naked, both of us kissed longer,
deeper than we had before. The feel of his skin on me was an
aphrodisiac. I wanted to feel him moving in me. I begged him to put his
cock inside of me, and he finally did. Covered and ready he plunged into
me and I sighed in satisfaction. I couldn’t wait to cum on him and
cover him with with my sweet creamy juices. I wanted them running down
my thighs as I came on him.
He pushed into me again and again. His cock straining inside of my wet
pussy. I felt him stretching me with his delicious girth and I flexed
inside, milking his cock with my pussy. He raged into me harder and
harder, the escalation of his passion all consuming, delicious, I wanted
it more and more. He lost himself inside of me and groaned loud and
long as he finally released. It was divine. I came immediately after
him, and the combined orgasm felt blissful.
It was mere moments later, he backed up and went to clean up. I smiled
to myself. It was always pleasurable coming to see him, and I couldn’t
wait until the next time.