I had just finished taking a bath, I came out of the bathroom in a towel and my damp hair resting on my shoulders. I was about to go to my dresser when i saw him struggling with the buttons of his shirt. I walked to him and replaced his fingers just holding his shirt together.
“You should really stop wearing shirts that are 3 sizes smaller than you”
He grunted in agreement as I unbuttoned his shirt. After undoing the last button I stepped back. “Take it off, while I get you a better one”. I went to closet browsing through his shirts till I found what I thought would do. I bent to look for a nice tie, when I had found it I took both back to him.
“Here you go”, I handed them over to him, he took them and threw them on the bed. “What the heck did you do that for?”, immediately I was slammed into a hard chest and imprisoned by very strong arms. I rose my head to look at his smirking face, “What?”, no answer.
“Why the heck did you throw them on the bed?”, still no answer.
“You know its going to get wrinkled!”, no comment.
“What type of sick game are you playing?”, no answer.
“Talk to me! Damn it”, no answer.
“What the fuck is your problem?”. He leaned into me but passed my lips and went to my neck inhaling my scent, the feel of his nose tickles my skin sending shivers through me making me gasp. Gosh I missed him so much but i couldn’t give in. I can’t give in. I can’t let my emotions get the better of me. He deserves it. I kept chanting it in my head, trying so hard to hold myself back even though he was doing absolutely nothing but breathing on me.
“I miss you”, he finally said. I released the breath I didn’t even realise I was holding. “I’m sorry about what I said I was angry and frustrated.”
“Is that why you were trying to force yourself in a shirt 3 sizes small?”, we both giggled.
“Maybe”, he smirked.
“Why would you do that?”, I asked smiling.
“I don’t know”, he moved my hair behind my ear. I hit his chest as he laughed.
“Just tell me”, I whined. After his laughter subsiding and him still not replying me I started hitting his chest playfully. “Tell me! Tell me!! Tell me!!!”, but all he did was laugh. I gave up hitting him and struggled to get out of his grip. He stopped laughing and smiled at me.
“Stop moving”.
“Let me go”, he held me tighter. “Are you crazy? Get the…”, he shut me up with a kiss. My hands instinctively went around his neck . His grip on me loosened as he roamed my body, one hand grabbing my ass while the other was on her breast though the towel.
“Actually, I did wear that shirt to get your attention although I didn’t think it would work”, I laughed.
“What if I didn’t react?”
“Then I would have gone to work and made sure all my colleagues call you to ask what happened, although I think my female colleagues wouldn’t mind though”, I laughed harder.
“Your freaking insane you know that right”.
“Only when I’m with you”.
She touched him face, “Very cute”.
“I really do miss you”
“I’m right here”, he lifted my face with his hands on my chin and leaned to kiss me. Before our lips collided he said, “I love you”.
Our lips collided in hunger and desire. Our hands went back into position with my fingers getting tangled up in his curly red locks. Squeezing my breast harder through the towel, I moaned into his mouth allowing him access to explore my mouth with his tongue. He pulled his body slightly apart from mine but not enough to separate or disrupt our movements. A cool breeze chilled my body as his warmth immediately enveloped me making me realise my towel was no longer on me.
His arms slammed me into his body making our naked chests relax on each other. Not a second did we stop for air. His hands grabbed my ass cheeks squeezing them tenderly, his hands spread to my thighs lifting me up as I instinctively wrapped my legs around him. He walked slowly to the bed flinging me on top of it.
I watched him as he stared at me taking off his trousers and boxers. His eyes never leaving mine as he licked his lips slowly. I could feel my taste still on his lips. His eyes travelled down my body, dwelling on my spread out thighs that pleaded for his attention. I couldn’t help but feel even more aroused under his heated gaze. He didn’t move for a while and it was beginning to frustrate my aching pussy, I needed to motivate him I also needed my own inspiration. I looked at delicious edible lips that I wish would dwell between my thighs. I looked at his defined chest and well sculptured torso remembering all the times I had caressed it with my tongue and massaged it with my hands, such good times those have been. Many more are still yet to come.
My hands found its way to my core slipping the first finger. God damn! I was dripping. My eyes drifted to his thick hard cock that stood throbbing in anticipation of its release. The second finger went in and I moaned in acceptance. I watched him as he stared hypnotically at my core. He slowly liked his lips and for just a minute looked into my eyes. The third finger went in as his concentration fell back on my pulsing core. I arched my head back unto the bed as I increased the pace and moaned deeply. The faster I moved the closer I got to my climax, until my hand was roughly removed from my core. My eyes immediately flickered open.
As I was about to get up in protest I felt his warm tongue lick me, one slow pleasuring lick made me fall back to the bed. His fingers and tongue teased me until I was closed to climax. Just one more stroke and it would be over, but he stopped and climbed on top of me trailing kisses from my belly button to my lips. As his lips met mine I felt his slowly enter my core. That felt madly mind blowing. He didn’t give me enough time to adjust before racing into me. Faster and faster he thrusted, his hand playing with my clit while the other massaging my breast. This time was different. We didn’t bury our moans in kisses, this time we let our moans be heard until out blissful climax.