‘I don’t mean to be rude,’ I said, lifting his head from between my thighs, where he seemed to be enjoying himself, ‘but I really need you to fuck me. Like, right now. Please.’
And of course, as the spoilt princess that I get to be when I’m around him, I got exactly what I wanted. Sometimes, foreplay is overrated, in my honest opinion. I needed his cock inside me, right at that moment. I needed to have his cock stretching me, filling me, deep inside my cunt. I’d waited long enough.
There’s such an exquisiteness of that first thrust, that all the subsequent ones just cannot compare to. Not saying that they’re bad, of course, but the first one is definitely best. A desire finally sated, an itch finally scratched, a cunt finally filled. We held each other close, my legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer to me, deeper into me, gasping as he fucked me hard, just like I’d wanted, like I’d needed.
It got harder, faster, more intense. We released our hold on each other, his hands going to my hips to pull me onto his cock harder, mine going to my clit, feeling the pressure building deep inside my cunt, the feeling of his cock inside me making my gasp in pleasure. The sight of him fucking me, the sound of his groans as he thrust to the hilt, the feeling of his fingers digging deep into my hips, my ass, was too much.
‘Fuck, I’m going to come…’
‘Me too…’
It wasn’t planned, it’s very rare, but so incredibly perfect when it happens. Almost a week of not orgasming culminated in the most intense orgasm I’ve possibly ever have. Both of us cumming together. Feeling his cock pulse inside me made me cum even harder, it was amazing. And now I’m just boasting. But it was incredible. We lay there for quite a while afterwards, catching our breath. It was worth my 6 hour journey. It was worth a 16 hour journey, quite frankly. And it was only the first of many…
