It is 2 A.M. and the night is closing in on me. I ache and I am lonely but not because my husband, in title only, is out of town.
I am yearning for you.
If I had magical powers you would be in front of me right now.
No, change that.
Since this is just a fantasy I will have magical powers.
I get what I want.
You would not be in front of me.
You would be under me, on your back, with no pants on!
I close my eyes and imagine your smile and the passion I know I will see in your eyes as I straddle you. I am so wet and filled with anticipation. I hunger for you. You alone are the object of my desire and here you are right where I want you, hard, ready, and waiting. I have to feel you, all of you. I slide along your stiff cock with my soaked pussy, coaxing my lips apart, coating every inch of you with my juices. As you guide my hips I bump your plush head into my throbbing, sensitive clit over and over.
This feels unbelievably good, just like I knew it would. But still I crave more. I can't wait any longer. No more teasing. No more talking, so much talking! I ache for all of you inside me. The desire in your eyes at this moment tells me you feel it too. With my next long slow stroke I slide your cock further down my wet folds and the ridge of your swollen tip catches at my opening.
Finally, you are right there.
I am more than ready for you. I am dripping. Your eyes are locked with mine. Wow! This moment is finally here. I hesitate. You sense what I am waiting for. I need to be certain of your consent. You smile and just one word comes from your lips with a nod "please." Then, all I have to do is roll my hips the tiniest bit and the tip of your cock presses in to my body.
With a moan from both of us, you lift your hips and thrust up inside me for the first time.
Oh my god! Heaven!
I take in just a few inches of you at first, you are thick and perfect. This is bliss beyond words. I begin to rise and fall slowly, working you in and out of my wet channel. You are spreading me open in the most delicious way, hitting my sensitive g-spot with your crown, rubbing inside me in all the right places. I am using you for my own pleasure.
You are flawless and feel so right. I love the expression I see on your face. Your mouth is slightly open, eyes wide with pupils dilated. It is clear how much pleasure I am giving you. You also look a bit tortured. You are letting me control our rhythm and the depth of your penetration. You are holding back and letting me take charge. You are always such a gentleman. I am assuming this is a good kind of torture?
I lean down to demand your mouth, your hot tongue laps out and twists with mine giving me indescribable pleasure. You are making me feel so good- so present, so alive, so desired, and so beautiful. Every inch of me is flushed and glowing because of our shared passion.
You reach up, grazing my sides with your big hands to cup my breasts. Your hands are so sexy. I am almost infatuated with them. For the longest time I have craved them on me. Over and over you are caressing my breasts, kneading them, and twisting and pinching my nipples hard. I like that. A shiver of pleasure runs through me. You take my hands gently in each of yours and weave your fingers with mine. Looking down at the defined muscles in your strong arms flexing as you steady me is such a turn on. We are connected now in more ways than one.
Our relationship so far has been an exercise in complete restraint on both our parts. I am done with that! I want more. I need to have you deeper, all the way. I want all you have to give me. I want to eat the whole cake, drink the whole bottle, and order everything off the menu. I need you right now as sure as I need air to breathe. No holding back.
I lift up, squeezing just the tip of your cock at my entrance for a moment, we lock eyes and then I slowly sink down your shaft, sheathing you all the way to the hilt with a whimper. Ahhhhhhhhhh. Finally, I am full of you. You take in a long hiss of air and make the most amazing satisfied sound. I give us both a second to savor this moment. Then I can't help it. I have to move.
You help me set a slow delicious rhythm as I ride you. Your stone hard cock is deep inside me. You are turning me in to a quivering mess. As I rise up, I can't bear to let much of your length escape my body. I have been greedy for you for too long. I want to savor every moment and every inch of you. I want to make this last. I ease back down until I am completely impaled and full of you.
I circle my hips and grind you against my walls deep inside. I bounce my clit against the base of your cock, over and over with a soft slapping sound. I want to feel every inch of you I can, push limits. I am hoping to be sore tomorrow, so I can't help but remember this and think about you inside me every moment.
Suddenly, the cat meows at me.
Shit!
I snap out of my fantasy.
Damn it! I don't have magical powers? You are not here? This sucks!
Great! Now what? I check the clock. Hmmmmmmm... You might be awake. I reach for my phone. I've always had impulse control issues when it comes to you. Thoughts of you pop in to my head and I always want to let you know right then that I am thinking about you. I am certain this usually irritates you. I send you a message, not my usual wordy novel. For once I will be concise. I text just 2 words...
"Come over..."
I lean back in to the leather of the couch and pick up the remote to search for a show to distract me. Suddenly, my phone vibrates, lights up and makes that happy sound that I love. Your answer sends my mind spinning and my heart racing...