You can hear the music before you walk in the door, in fact you are surprised that the neighbours haven't called to complain about the noise. The thumping beat echoes out into the empty street as you punch in the combination to the door lock and walk inside, throwing your keys on the table. The heavy smell of burning pot mixed with Nag Champa smacks you in the face as you walk through the house and into the kitchen to pour yourself a drink, Kashmir by Led Zeppelin ringing in your ears. Wine in hand, you walk out through the open double doors and out into the backyard, following the trail of clothes until you find me half naked, hiding behind massive sunglasses. I sit up so you can kiss me and you play out your little ritual of kissing my forehead, nose, lips and neck. You turn the music down with the remote, grab the spliff from my hand and begin inhaling, making me laugh out loud as you regale me with your airport trauma, peeling off your clothes as you do. You hand the joint back, run naked across the lawn and dive in to the pool, pounding out four laps before you slide back up onto the edge and collapse, breathing hard. I move to my hands and knees, crawling over to you and kiss you on the shoulder before crawling up the steps to grab more wine.
When I return you are laying on the grass, rolling a second and you look up to watch me walk back to you wearing nothing but black underwear, sunglasses and killer raspberry heels. I have a smile on my face that tells you how much I have missed you and I see your cock grow as I get down on my hands and knees and lean in to kiss you before you light up. You grab the bottle of wine from my hand and take a swig, leaning back against the wall as I kiss my way down your body and clamp my mouth around your cock, sucking noisily, feeling you get harder in my mouth. You groan and pull me up, kissing me while you unhook my bra before putting the joint between my lips, telling me that there is something you missed more than that, and push me backwards, until I am laying flat on the ground, where work your way down my body, licking and biting at my hard nipples as you go, making me arch my back up off the ground.
Running your hands down the outside of my legs, you peel away the silky black bottoms, being careful to leave my shoes in place. You make me giggle as you slide your hands up the inside of my thighs, pushing them apart gently as you do until my legs are spread wide and my hips are tilting up toward you. Your fingers slide from my clit downwards and I sigh deeply, the head rush of your fingers so close to sliding inside me colliding with the headiness of being stoned. As I open my mouth to beg for your fingers, you slide one into me, feeling how warm and wet I am. I moan and push against your hand, burying your finger deeper, looking down at you and grabbing at your wrist, wanting another. You admonish me for being greedy and tell me to be patient as you lower your head and breathe out gently across my pussy, sending chills up my spine. I feel the tip of your tongue working in tiny circles until you have my lips parted and my wet slit is exposed completely, kissing and licking softly before you slide a second finger inside me and begin sucking on my clit, causing me to push up against your mouth and hand.
I start to groan loudly as you work your fingers in and out of me, making me wetter with each stroke and you sit up and cover my mouth with yours. I can taste myself on you, it drives me crazy, kissing you and biting at your lip as you pull your fingers out, cross them and slide them back up in to me. I throw my head back, my pussy is dripping wet and you take the opportunity to kneel between my legs and uncross your fingers, stretching me and pushing the swollen head of your cock against my open pussy. You slide most of yourself into me and slowly pull your fingers out, I'm so wet, its effortless and you sink deeper into me as you lift my legs and wrap my ankles around your neck, kissing my calves. My body is rigid, locked in one continuous orgasm and you put your arm under my hips and lift to push deeper into me. You barely move, but you hardly need to. You are so deep inside me that you literally can't go any further and instead of thrusting you hold still, letting me buck and writhe against and around you, lifting myself off you slowly, barely an inch and then lowering myself back down, hard and fast. You get harder knowing that you don't have to move and yet you can still make me come like this. You push my hips back and slowly pull yourself out of me and I kind of sob, not wanting it to end, but you keep me happy by sliding your fingers back inside me and working me to a long and loud orgasm. With your spare hand, you reach over and grab the remote and turn up the music until you can feel the bass running through both of us.
Making sure I am still coming, you twist your wrist, each time your fingers move, another wave rushing over me. As I come again, I feel you push your cock inside me, making sure you are covered in me before you lift my hips and slide slowly into my ass...
*my apologies if you think this ends abruptly, but this was actually a dream and that was how I woke up. And please believe me when I say I wish it ended too! xxx
