Loving life

The day had been long for Silvia. A delayed flight from Zurich then a half-day at her London office that felt more like a week. Problem after problem had been slung at her, and by the time the sun had sunk in the west, she felt like a warrior who'd been to battle.

Which wouldn't have been so bad if George was going to be at home when she got there. But her lover and best friend was also away on business. They'd been like ships passing in the night for too long.

So it was with weary bones and a sense of something missing that she took a long hot shower, ate a microwavable lasagne for one, then tucked herself into bed with a romantic porn story. Her book about a passionate affair between a devilish rake and a maid who would do anything for him hadn't kept her attention for long. She wanted the real thing, not a sexual fantasy. So turned off the light and settled down. George was due back the next day so the sooner she went to sleep the sooner it would be tomorrow.

Her thoughts soon fractured and turned to dreams. George was the star of them as always. He was so handsome, so tender and caring, and when she was with him she felt complete—when his big cock was deep inside her she felt things she couldn't describe. They were like yin and yang, night and day, the perfect accompaniment to each other. Her life would be empty without him.

Her dream got hotter. George gloriously naked and rock hard. Her with her legs spread, wet pussy bared and welcoming him. A greed sat deep in her belly, a hunger that could only be satisfied by her man. It clawed at her, insistent and demanding. Made her feel desperate for his touch even in slumber.

George let himself into the quiet, dark apartment and silently set down his travel bag and placed his keys on the hallway table. He'd had a long day, made more stressful by racing to catch the last flight back from Dublin. His meeting the next day had been cancelled so there was no need to spend another night in Ireland—another night away from Silvia, the love of his life.

As soon as he'd found out his customer couldn't make it, he'd drawn up the flight schedule on his phone. If he wrapped up the rest of his business at the Dublin office quickly, he could make the last flight to London.

Just the thought of an unexpected night with his beautiful lover had his heart racing and his cock hardening. It had been a week since they'd been together. The longest week of his life, or so it seemed. And if he could cut that short, if only by a few hours, he would damn well make it happen.

And he had. Now he stood amongst the discarded romantic porn story, and lingering herby tang of lasagne in their darkened apartment. He guessed she was in bed, asleep most likely as it was gone midnight.

Something brushed his leg and he looked down.

"Hey Felix." He stroked the cat's fluffy head. "You pleased I'm home?"

The grey cat meowed and looked up at him with big blue eyes.

"Shh, I'm going to surprise her." He grinned and toed off his shoes. "Don't let the secret out."

After checking Felix had catty biscuits in his bowl, he went into the bathroom and shut the door. The water was hot and soothing on his aching airplane muscles, and he sighed in bliss as it soaked down his back. A quick dry and brush of his teeth and he turned off the light and stepped back into the silent apartment with a towel wrapped around his waist.

Once in the bedroom, he paused and felt his heart squeeze. She was so beautiful in sleep—unguarded, relaxed, and at ease with the world. Her dark hair was spread on the pillow and her sexy curves were revealed in outline by the white duvet.

He smiled and crawled onto the bed, set his lips on her bare shoulder in a lingering kiss.

She stirred, a sweet little murmur.

"Hey baby. I'm home."

Her eyes fluttered open. For a moment surprise crossed them, confusion perhaps, then she smiled and he saw the same love he felt reflected back at him.

"I missed you so much," he said. "I couldn't stand it another minute so I quit my job and hitchhiked back to London."

"You didn't?"

"No, tomorrow's meeting was cancelled."

She giggled and turned onto her back, cupped his cheeks. "Are you real? I was just dreaming of you."

"Hell, yeah. I'm real. What were you dreaming?"

She pressed her lips together, flashes of her romantic porn story mixed with George coming to mind.

"Tell me." He laughed.

"Okay, you were just about to go down on me. Lick my pussy and make me come with your mouth."

"Ah, that. Well you see." He kissed her then moved down her body. "That dream is about to come true."

"Oh yeah?"

"Hell yeah." His mouth watered to taste her. He ached to feel and hear her come. Moving the duvet out of his way, he settled between her legs, the heat of her flesh, the sleep warm bed, and the scent of her arousal, hardened his cock.

Silvia's heart was overflowing and her body tingling. George was really here. She would have been convinced it was a dream if he hadn't spoken, if he wasn't right now moving the duvet and wafting cool air around her legs and pussy.

Sighing, she relaxed back into the pillow and stretched her arms over her head. George was a damn expert at giving her oral sex and she was going to enjoy every minute of it.

"You don't need these," he said, shoving the covers away completely and hooking his fingers into the delicate waistband of her lacy white panties.

Lifting her hips, she watched as he removed them and tossed them aside. Her brain was still catching up with her body. He was really here, not in Ireland, but here, in their bed.

"Stay still, don't move," he said, discarding the towel that had sat around his hips and allowing his thick cock to spring free.

He ducked down, slotting his face between her thighs.

"Oh God," she gasped, dropping her head back to the pillow and digging her heels into the mattress.

He'd set his mouth over her clit and was tonguing it with fast little flicks. At the same time he'd pushed two fingers deep into her wet pussy. It was clear he wasn't messing about. George wanted to fuck. He wanted her to come from his pussy licking. He'd likely been thinking about it for the entire trip back from Ireland. Planning this. Every moment of it.

And she wasn't complaining.

He was relentless, sucking and kissing and pushing her to the edge. Building up the pressure in her pelvis only to back off and leave her gasping for more.

With his free hand he reached up and squeezed her breasts, sending new erotic sensations shooting around her body. "Oh… yes… please…" she cried, the need to reach climax and release almost too much to bear now. "I want to come."

She gripped his shoulder with one hand, the pillow with the other. "Oh yeah. Oh yeah." All her muscles were tight. She was ready to fly.

And she did. He launched her into a series of blissful spasms, her legs twitching, white-hot fingers of pleasure bursting around her body. It was a fast and furious climax that had groans of satisfaction rumbling from her chest.

"Fuck yeah," he said when she opened her eyes. "So fucking sexy." He reared up, erection at the ready, and looped her legs over his shoulders.

Still squirming in bliss she watched as he aimed his cock tip at her sodden entrance then slowly eased in. It was as if he were savouring every millimetre of her tight heat. Bliss washed over his expression, his eyes were closed, his mouth parted as he breathed hard. His abs were taut as a row of bricks.

George stared down at Silvia. Her skin was flushed from her orgasm, her eyes wide and her nipples hard. God he loved her like this.

He rocked his hips, sinking deep into her wet warmth then half withdrawing. She fluttered around him, her pussy still being blasted with aftershocks. Oh, how he enjoyed her coming on his mouth, tasting her release, and hearing her cries of pleasure without any distraction of his own.

Silvia reached for his chest, running her dainty hands over his wide pecs.

His need for her was intense but he didn't want it over too soon. So after a few strokes he pulled out. "Turn on to your side." He'd have more control like that.

She did as instructed and he admired the sweet pale orbs of her ass. Sometimes he spanked her and created a red outline of his handprint. She liked it, or so she said, and so did he.

Offering her pussy to him, she arched her back. His cock slid deep, the different angle making her groan in a deep guttural way. Encouraged he set up a fast urgent rhythm, he wanted her to come again. She deserved two orgasms—hell she deserved the whole night to be one long orgasm.

He clasped her left breast, the perfect handful, and thrust over and over. Damn she felt good. "Work your clit," he whispered by her ear. "Come again."

She slid her hand lower and fretted herself. He fucked her slow, dragging out long low groans from her.

It was nearly George's undoing, he loved seeing Silvia touch herself, she was so uninhibited and that was so damn sexy.

When she started panting for more he gave it, plundering into her taut pussy. She was coming again. He could feel it starting. The point of no return had been reached. And then she cried out, her pussy spasming around his length as she jerked through the bliss.

"Fuck," he murmured, withdrawing so he didn't come too. "Ride me baby."

He flipped to his back, cock engorged and shiny. He hoped he'd have enough stamina to see her come a third time.

Silvia didn't need asking twice, she straddled him with her pussy kissing his cock tip and her beautiful breasts, calling out to him to touch and hold.

Then she sank low, encasing his cock in her wet grip.

He clasped her ass and encouraged her into a fast pace. This was one of her favourite positions, she would come again, he was sure of it.

Especially if he used his secret weapon.

He stroked her lips then pushed his fingers into her mouth, coating them with her saliva. Then reaching forward, bringing them chest to chest, he slipped between her buttocks and found her asshole.

Her needy whimper coiled hotly into his ear as he breached her hole. Her tight ring of muscle clamping around two of his fingers.

"Come again," he said.

"Oh…oh…yes…"

She gyrated her hips, taking everything he was giving her. Her body was alive, on fire, satisfaction the only goal.

It was hard for him not to come holding and feeling her like this. But he managed as she wailed through a deep dark orgasm. Bucking and writhing in his hold. Crying out unholy praises to the Lord.

How did he get so lucky?

Silvia adored it when George played with her asshole, and although she didn't think she'd come again, or at least not so soon, the moment he'd invaded her there, the orgasm had bloomed, then grown bigger, and when it came it had threatened to steal her breath completely. Bright lights flashed and time seemed to stand still.

"Oh…George, fuck…"

He suckled on her breasts as she clung to him, riding through the last spasms. She felt high, as if she'd taken something illicit.

He withdrew from her ass.

"I'm gonna come now," he said gruffly, his cheeks flushed and his eyes flashing.

"Yes. Yes."

He clamped her to him then the full force of his male muscle was unleashed. He rode his cock into her, pushing and pulling her onto it. Grim determination had set his features.

"God, I love this," she gasped, staring at him.

"Oh that's it. Yes. Baby." His fingers tightened on her ass cheeks. The tendons in his neck strained.

He released into her, his cock throbbing. Another blissful orgasm, smaller, sharp, blasted from her G-spot. His solid unrelenting cock creating deep satisfaction inside her.

With her heart racing she held him tight as he groaned through his release. Having her big strong man need her so much, allow himself to be vulnerable as he came, made her love him all the more.

She stroked his hair, kissed his head, and did a post-orgasmic dance with her hips that had him moaning in pleasure. "I'm not the only one who is going to come multiple times," she said.

"Really?" He raised his eyebrows. He was breathing hard.

"Yeah, really." She slid from him and spread her legs, fingered herself. "You like this?"

"Hell yeah." His eyes widened.

"So get hard again."

Though to be honest he'd barely deflated. His cock was still swollen and erect and jutting from his pubic hair.

"Doesn't take long for me to get hard again when you're around," he said, gripping his shaft.

For a few moments they touched themselves, watched the other touching. It was hot and erotic and the rest of the world ceased to exist.

But then the lure of George's once again fully hard cock was too much for Silvia. This stolen night was hers for the taking and she was damn well going to take it by both hands.

She curled her fingers around his wet shaft and worked his thickly domed head in rapid movements just the way he liked.

The way he surrendered to her attentions was a turn on in itself. He lay back, eyes closed, teeth gritted and let her play with him. Soon she added her mouth, licking and fretting and taking him onto the soft curl of her tongue.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah," he moaned. "Put it deep into your mouth."

She obliged, holding him firm and swallowing him until he hit her throat. She tasted a drip of pre-cum and felt a small fizz of satisfaction that she could turn her man on again so absolutely and so quickly.

After a few minutes she pulled him from her mouth and reached up to kiss him. Then she snuggled between his legs and played with his testicles, licking and sucking them into her mouth.

He watched her as though committing the scene to memory to bring it out again later, when alone, and relive the moment.

"Turn over," he said gruffly. "I want to fuck you from behind."

George looked at Silvia's long lean back and her ripe ass cheeks. His was getting ready to come again, his cock almost painfully hard. And he knew she liked this angle, he could hit her deep inside, drive over the place that made her quiver and mewl for more.

Entering her in one swift move, he watched the pillow crumple as she clenched it in her fists. Oh yeah, he'd hit the spot. Now to make her come again.

He pistoned and thrust knowing he had a little more stamina now meant he didn't hold back. He full on fucked as though his life depended on it. And Silvia took it all, wailing and arching her back, her pussy gripping him like a noose.

"Come," he demanded, feeling her close. "Come." He grasped her ass cheeks and squeezed, hard.

The erotic pain had her crying out his name as she climaxed, throwing her head back and pushing onto him.

He bent forward, kissed her neck, covered her with his body and struggled to figure out where he ended and she began. "I think that might be a record."

She reached behind and stroked his hair, moaning, still lost to her climax.

Quickly he flipped her over and re-entered her. He could extend this. With determination he slammed back into her, riding her clit hard.

She gaped up at him, her pupils deep pools.

"Keep coming," he said.

He hadn't really had to command her. It was clear she was riding another arc of pleasure. He ballooned with male pride. His woman couldn't be any more responsive or any more satisfied.

She wailed and came again.

The neighbours would be complaining soon.

Not that he cared. On and on he fucked.

And when he was sure she'd finished he ducked and kissed her.

"Your turn," she whispered breathlessly.

George wasn't going to argue. He pulled out and instantly she gripped his cock, worked him at the same furious pace he'd been fucking her. A pearly drip of semen soon appeared on his slit. He was breathing hard, his heart clattering against his rib cage. His testicles tightened, all of his muscles had turned to stone.

"Fuck yes." Seeing her elegant fingers on his dark, hard flesh was such a turn on.

Rocking in time with her movements, he moaned her name. He was there, his orgasm within reach. And he was going to let it ride, there would be no holding back.

"Taste me, baby," he said, moving so she could take him into her mouth. "Taste my cum."

She fastened her damp lips around him and he clutched the headboard.

"Ah yes. Like that."

After a few moments she allowed him to slip from her mouth and took him in her hand. He was about to complain but when she gripped him hard and pumped with such a determined glint in her eye he relented.

It was time to give in.

His groan was strangled as the first shot of cum released. It hit the upholstered headboard, a white basting of thick drips. The second shot landed on her chest. The bliss of release had his body riding high, his brain emptying of all thoughts. Only Silvia existed and the things she did to him. The way she made him feel.

She reached up and cupped his face, then ran her hand down his chest to his abdomen. Tracing the dents and rises of his body as he shivered through his pleasure.

"I'm so glad you came home a day early," she said, using her free hand to spread his semen over her breasts.

"Maybe I didn't. Perhaps you're dreaming." He was still breathless.

"The dream could ever be as good as reality, not where you're concerned."

He tipped forward and kissed her. "I do love you, you know."

"And I love you."

The End.