Months ago we had one night. One night of amazing sex. One night where my mind was blown. One night where everything was amazing. Then I moved cross country. We stayed in touch, sexting on occasion but nothing very significant in terms of conversation. I knew there was nothing there, but I couldn't get him off my mind. I wanted to hook up with him again. I needed it. The world had other plans, and everything seemed to cockblock us when I was back in the area. His schedule, mine, my period, covid, everything started to seem like a sign that we shouldn't hook up again, that we should leave it at one night, but then we saw a chance and took it.
After I moved, I teased him all the time, and he did the same to me. Sending me dick pics before I'd go to the bar or telling me how much he missed my tits. It drove me crazy with desire and always kept him on my mind. No one who I hooked up with even came close to what he did to me the first time we slept together. Sexting with him was better than sex was with the guys I had hooked up with after the move. Moving south and having big boobs played to my advantage when it was my turn to tease. Pretty much any bikini top gave me great cleavage, and he was definitely a tits guy. I definitely used that to start sexting with him when I was in the mood. I couldn't even begin to count the amount of snaps I had sent him of my cleavage as I was tanning, and that's exactly how it started again.
I was back in the area, staying with my parents, and we had been cockblocked a few times already, but I was in the mood to tease, especially since I had the house to myself. So like normal he got to see my effortless cleavage and after a few snaps back and forth I said "it would be better if you were inside me". After a few more snaps of timing and teasing, I received "what's your address", which after months of anticipation and being cockblocked, was probably the hottest thing he could have said. Then, I was proven wrong when he sent "I'll be there in 15".
My heart started racing, I had been wanting this for so long but I also had accepted that it was most likely not going to happen. Now, it was going to happen. Now, I had fifteen minutes to get myself ready. It was a blessing that it was summer because everything was shaved so I didn't have to worry about that, but I knew I needed to get on a different bra and panties. I stripped out of my clothes and pulled on my black lace panties and a matching bra before sliding my jean shorts up my tan legs and pulling my t-shirt on. I bought these panties with hopes he'd see me in them. Nothing too sexy on the outside, but I knew my clothes wouldn't be on for that long anyway. I fixed my braids. I didn't do my hair like that for him, but it was an added bonus because just maybe he would pull my hair as he fucked me. I'm pulled out of my daydreams to the notification saying that he's typing "oh fuck" I breathe as I open it: "Here". Suddenly, that became the hottest thing he could have said.
I took a deep breath and met him at the door. Opening it, I made a comment about his shirt, and that was the only small talk we needed. We both knew that could wait. As soon as the door was closed, and his shoes were off, his lips were on mine. We fell into each other, picking up right where we left off from our last goodbye months ago. My eyes closed as we stumbled down the hallway and he pushed me against the wall. Kissing me hard, I moaned and my mouth opened. His tongue started exploring my mouth, I could taste the mint on it. His hands start at my boobs, kneading them. I missed how rough he was with me. Everyone else was so gentle, and I almost always wanted to feel used.
His hands went under my shirt and were teasing me over my bra. Breaking the kiss, he put his face between my tits, gazed up at me and said "I missed these."
"Mmmm they missed you too," I responded as he lifted his head to kiss me. Again our lips met and tongues danced. I could taste the mint in his mouth. His hands left my tits and started grabbing my ass, kind of lifting me up. Getting the hint I jumped up and wrapped my legs around him. He held me against the wall and started kissing down my neck. As he was sucking on my neck, I breathed, "this would be easier on the counter."
He lifted his head back up and pecked at my lips a couple times, "yes it would."
He stepped back enough for me to unwrap my legs, and as soon as my feet were on the ground his lips were on mine again. We stumbled through the front hall and into the kitchen. Our hands pulling each other closer to one another. We didn't care as we bumped into things. The only thing that mattered was each other and being as close as possible.
Somehow we got to the counter without tripping. My hands left his body and I broke the kiss to put my hands on the counter and jump up. We smiled at each other and I grabbed his shirt pulling him back to me. Our lips met again, and he wasted no time shoving his tongue into my mouth. His hands push my shirt up over my bra and he starts grabbing my tits. Kneading them in his hands as we made out. My legs wrapped around him, pulling him close to me. It had been way too long since we were together. Way too long since he was actually inside of me.
My hands were running through his hair as our mouths battled for control. He pulled my tits out of my bra, and I let him take control. He pinches my nipples, and I moan into his mouth. His hands leave my boobs and wrap around my waist, somehow bringing us closer together.
With his hands still around my waist he takes a step back pulling me off the counter. I managed to keep my balance as he took me further away from the counter in the middle of the kitchen. He had total control of me and the kiss, pulling me in close. I could feel his cock against me. Taking me by surprise, he put his arm around me and dipped me while kissing me deep. Our tongues started dancing again. No one else kissed me how he did, I was putty in his hands.
His lips left mine and started kissing my collarbone before kissing up my neck and along my jawline. I tilt my head up as he kisses me, my eyes closed and arms around him. He kisses right by my ear whispering, "maybe we should go upstairs?"
"We definitely should," I responded while turning my head to kiss him again. We kissed like we were starving, but it was my turn to break the kiss. I looked at him and smiled. Pecking his lips again I ran my hands down his arms, grabbed his hands, and led him upstairs to my room.
Once we're in my room, I let go of his hand and take off my shirt. Turning back around, I see he took my lead, and he took his off too. I step to close the gap between us and kiss him again. As we kissed, he backed me towards my bed.
He broke the kiss and shoved me down on the bed. I looked up at him. A devilish smile danced across his face as he looked down at me. A smile that made the months of waiting worth it. A smile that told me I was in for a damn good time. He crawled on top of me and his lips captured mine again. It was a little gentler this time, his tongue wasn't in my mouth, yet, but he was rubbing my boobs again.
We kissed with a passion that I had longed for while we were apart. He broke the kiss, but his lips weren't away from me for long. He kissed a trail down my neck and chest and started to gently suck on my boob right above my bra. He knew my rule was that anything below the tan lines was fair game, and he knew how to toe the line, sucking right under my tan line.
I propped myself up on my elbows causing him to look up. Sitting up a little more, I brought my hand under his chin kissing him again. He was on his knees, and I was sitting in front of him. The kiss was slower this time moving in sync with each other instead of someone needing control. It was perfect for me to reach behind me and unhook my bra. I cast it aside, and he took that as his cue to become more aggressive.
Pushing me so I was laying down again, he once again got on top of me and kissed me deep. Our tongues danced, as we made out. As full of passion as it was, he broke the kiss and turned his attention to my nipples. Between him sucking on one and playing with the other, I couldn't keep still, squirming underneath him. I breathed a moan as he gently bit my nipple.
