Gazing out the window, you’ll see her car pull up. Your heart will be in your throat. Blood will be pulsing noticeably through every vein, artery and capillary in your body. A wave of heat will wash over you. Deep breaths. Take deep, steady breaths. Once she arrives, you’ll start wondering again. About everything.
‘Is this what I should be wearing? Is it weird if I do? How’s my hair? My makeup? Is she really coming in? It’s been so long… I haven’t even fucked another girl since the last time we were together. Will I be out of practice? Will she be able to tell?’
Of course she won’t. You should remember that she loves you, even though it is rare that you are together. Don’t forget how much you love her, either. The very second that you are able to clear your mind for a moment, you will hear a loud knock on your solid wood door. When you open it, you’ll see her. You won’t know what to do, and neither will your face. An enormous, uncontrollable grin will spread across your mouth, but the sharp sensation of tears forming behind your eyes will force you to squint, and for a moment you will look ridiculous.
Standing before you completely collected and put together, she’ll say “Hey, love.”
“H-hey, love.” You’ll stutter through the same words in your ritual greeting, then say “Come inside.”
A fraction of a second later the two of you will be inside, and you’ll be pressed against the door with significant force. She will kiss you so intensely, that for a moment you will forget everything that is bothering you. Your mind will be quiet for a moment, and it won’t have been for months. After several seconds, you will straighten your back and stand again.
She knows you. Every fantasy, every lustful thought, and every guilty desire. She won’t hesitate to make them come true. Two fingers will slip between your legs and discover how wet you’ll be. Slippery, if not dripping. Your voice will respond with a gasp, and your knees by buckling. You will be tired of waiting. Fortunately for you, you won’t have to for much longer. Before you know it, you’ll both be upstairs, naked and entangled.
‘This is incredible. Beautiful… What’s she going to do to me next? This is what I want. What I have been in need of. I want this forever. Please…’
“Yes!” You’ll scream, “Fuck yes. Harder!”
She’ll take your instructions to heart. As she starts thrusting your toy into you harder, you’ll wonder if it’s maybe a little too hard. The bruises are going to be worth it though, so you’ll stick it out while she fucks you. It will go on, and on… and on. Time will bend and warp, along with your vision. Watching her move through your tears you’ll wonder if she ever means to stop. The fervor with which she fucks you will drive you to the edge.
For just a moment, your mind will wander as it tries to find something it can use to keep itself anchored to the reality which you call your home. The next thing you know, she’ll rip the toy from the unyielding grip of your nearly orgasming pussy. As though attempting to pull the sword from the stone, she will be just as surprised as Arthur was when he actually got it. She will immediately replace the toy with three of her fingers, and expertly massage you from within. You are will be outrageously wet.
With no more delay, you will start to cum. It will be fairly subdued at first, with how tightly you were clenching your muscles, but they will soon begin to disobey you. One or two, at first. Just a twinge, then a quiver, and then… it will truly begin.
The unbridled, untamed force of the sensation she will provoke in you will leave you awestruck – even while it is still happening. The quivering inside you will give way to a vibration, as though each fiber of you were held as taught as a bowstring, and like a musical instrument, she will handle you with care and respect. She will hold you close to her and touch you only as you are meant to be touched.
Even the smell of you will change as your orgasm intensifies. Your scent will turn from one which fills the sinuses to one whose acidity stings the nostrils. You will be, quite simply, on fire. The blood rushing in your veins will race against itself, crossing the finish line over and over but never knowing how many more laps it has to go.
“Ohhhh…” your voice will build a nearly hostile vibrato, and call out in nearly unbearable ecstasy. “Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
“Mmm…” she will moan at you with a devilish smirk on her face, “You’re so pretty.” You’ll smile, until she asks “Should I keep going?”
Your smile will turn to an unintentionally exaggerated frown. With beautiful, emotive eyes begging, you will urgently respond “Mmmhmm!” A moment later you will regain your ability to use language, and tell her “Don’t stop! Don’t stop…”
She won’t. Instead, she’ll put a fourth finger inside, and fuck you harder. At first she will just rest her thumb on your clit, which will be stimulation enough by itself, but… she will start to move it after a moment. Gently circling your it with her thumb, she’ll move the four fingers within you independently of one another, but with graceful harmony. You’ll hold your breath, but it won’t be enough. She is going to make you scream.
In a minute, perhaps two, she will bring all four fingers to a point and fuck you with reckless aggression. You are definitely going to be bruised by the end of it, but you won’t even think about stopping her. You will only be able to hold on for a few more seconds, and then…
“AAAAaahhhh… AAAaaAHHHhhhhhhhh…”
You will not be paying any attention to the bizarre vocalizations of your pleasure. You won’t notice them, wouldn’t know they were coming from you if you did, and wouldn’t have the focus to be embarrassed even if you knew.
“Fuck! Oh, wow…” she’ll exclaim. She will be wet. Another burst of hot, clear liquid will erupt around her hand, getting all over her, all over you, and all over the floor. Two more, and the flash flood will turn to a river, then to slowly stop. You will start to cry… and there will simply be nothing you can do to stop until you are finished.
