They were happy.
They were fulfilled.
They were together again.
It has been more days than they could count, but their bond was such that time, distance and separation meant nothing. It seemed like years since they first met, and fallen for each other.... hard... and over that time their bond had grown only stronger. It had not been so long, but their connection, spiritually, mentally and physically was so intense that they felt as though it had.
They loved each other deeply and truly, and had what felt like a magical connection... a connection that most people would never get to experience in their lifetime, and even fewer would have that love reciprocated.
Beyond this they had a true friendship and respect for each other... they had shared intimacy and made new experiences... this is what made it far more than sexual chemistry.
She smiled coyly and tucked her dark hair behind her ear, looking up at him.
Goddamn...she was so beautiful. He adored her.
She was petite, barely five feet tall, but perfectly proportioned, not stocky like some shorter women.
She wore her black hair long, below the shoulder, and it was straight and shiny.
She was smartly dressed in business attire, a black trouser suit and white blouse from her favourite Jermyn Street tailor, which fitted her perfectly. Her man had bought it for her as a gift to replace the one she had ripped recently at work.
Although he had loved the slit that led all the way up her glorious inner thigh he wasn't keen to share her flesh with anyone else... Besides, she deserved a new one and he loved dressing her.... although she looked good in anything, even the joke potato sack dress he had bought her for her birthday once.
A pair of four inch black heels had been kicked to one side, and her stockinged toe toyed on the floor, making small figures of eight on the wood.
"Why did you make me remove my heels," she murmured... "Now I'm short!" She fake pouted her full, beautiful lips, mock annoyance playing over her face.
He wrapped his arms around her, smiling gently as he pulled her in to his broad chest, holding her to him.
He gave her a soft, warm squeeze, looking down at her.
"Now you are even more cute and pretty. I love that you are petite... it makes everything look... bigger."
He chuckled, cheek dimpling, and kissed her forehead, tightening his embrace. She loved being wrapped in his strong arms, and looking up at him. She sighed happily. "I missed this, so much."
"I got you, gorgeous girl," he murmured, cradling her, smelling her sleek, beautiful hair, stroking it lightly with the tips of the fingers of his left hand.
"You look good enough to eat. I know most of the time I see you is through a camera, but I can't stop looking at you. You drive me to distraction. You are so pretty. Your hair... it's amazing. I fucking love it. "
She giggled, squeezing him back. "My hair doesn't just do itself, you know? But I'm glad you fucking love it.... and I fucking love you." She looked up at him, eyes shining with admiration.
"How did we get so lucky?" she whispered, burying her face in his chest, inhaling the scent of Calvin Klein, CK One, their signature scent.
"I don't know," he replied, hand sliding down her back, pulling her in towards him... sliding his right knee between hers... "and you make me so happy I don't care. What I do know is we both deserve this... love, affection, attention... we are perfect for each other."
He felt the warmth of her as she pressed against his thigh. Tilting back her head, she let out a slight moan, and he dipped his lips to place small, soft kisses on her neck, flicking at her with his tongue, nipping with his teeth.
"You're so fucking sexy, so beautiful," he growled as he kissed along her jawline, breath hot on her skin.
Sliding both hands down the backs of her thighs, he lifted her up and carried her through to the bedroom and tossed her on her back onto the bed.
"Asshole!" she exclaimed, leaning back on her elbows, eyes narrowing and flashing with feigned anger.
"You can't just throw me around... don't you know who I am? I'm important!"
He grinned. "You are. A very important person. My number one."
She knelt up, turned and looking over her shoulder, batting her eyelashes, before throwing herself to all fours.
"I know you love this... I know you want me... like this."
She giggled and wiggled her pert buttocks, the material of her suit tight across her gorgeous bottom.
"I know you fantasise about fucking me from behind... and that you love to masturbate over that picture... looking at my asshole and my pussy."
It was a statement of fact, because it was the truth.
He had fantasised about her a thousand times... about them finally being together. Life had almost gotten in the way of their love, but this was their moment, finally.
She started to undulate her hips.. moving her shapely ass in time to a silent rhythm.
He blinked twice.
"Twerk for me then, gorgeous girl. Show me what you've got."
This was an order, not a request.
She giggled and increased the tempo of her movements, her ass vibrating up and down, before suddenly rolling over onto her back and spreading her knees.
"Fuck me. Now."
She licked her full, plump lips and undid her figure hugging trousers... sliding them down over her exfoliated and moisturised thighs, revealing a pair of sexy black lacy panties and lace top stockings, with a suspender belt.
She kicked her trousers off to one side and placed one hand over crotch.
"You want me... you want to slide your thick cock into my tight little pussy, don't you?" She bit her lower lip and pushed her lace covered twat toward him.
"Fuck, baby... you know I do. I want to be inside you, I want you to feel me cumming deep inside you."
He unbuckled his belt, letting his trousers fall before stepping out of them. His erection strained against the material of his boxer shorts.
He climbed onto the bed, crawling towards her, siding between her knees, his broad shoulders spreading her legs.
"Oh, baby...," she murmured, her tendons stretching, reaching out to take his head in her hands and pulling him downwards into her warm knickers.
He pressed his mouth against her, hot breath seeping through the black lace, causing her to moan as he slid a finger inside the damp material, hooking her panties to one side.
Her smooth skin was revealed... and the jewelled head of a buttplug.
"Sweet girl... I'm surprised! You HAVE been training," he breathed.
She squirmed, fingers interlocking behind his head, gently but insistently pushing her pussy toward him, wrapping her legs behind his neck.
"Of course I have... you didn't think I could take the huge dick of yours without some ass training, did you?" She gnawed on her lower lip and wiggled her hips.
She giggled as he flicked his tongue over the head of her plug, teasing the sensitive skin around it.
