We kissed in a torrent of passion, our mutual warmth grew, and we drank each other in, both longing to be impossibly close. We never stopped working toward pushing the limits of that impossibility. Hands searching, we had the slow impatience of two individuals reluctant to leave one moment but desperate to reach the next. Each of us had sudden bursts of inspiration, shedding clothing before getting lost again. Any time one of us drew back in after losing more of the space between us, the pressure grew to account for the missing heartbeats of separation. Our arms gripped tighter, our lips moved faster, and we pulled each other closer until one of us had another moment of divine insight that removing another layer of clothing would bring us even closer for the small sacrifice of seconds apart.
Mercifully there was little left to remove. Without realizing, what had started as calm passion had turned into an all consuming need. We went from satisfaction to famine without ever realizing our building hunger. We were standing, unprepared, in the center of the living room. I reached my hands down and grabbed her behind her thighs just under her ass and pulled her towards me. Sensing my intentions she wrapped her arms around my neck and wrapped her legs around my waist as I pulled her into my arms.
As I walked down the hall towards our room she rubbed herself against me, making my cock throb aggressively, the cotton of our underwear was the only thing separating us. I could feel how wet and warm she was and I could feel how much she was enjoying me. Our lips only left for a second when she pulled her body away. Using her legs and my arms to support her, she ripped off her bra and pressed her body against mine. Her naked chest pressed against mine made me throb again and she felt me, smiling through our renewed kissing she rubbed against me with new enthusiasm.
Her antagonism overcame me and I had to push her against the nearest wall, using it for leverage so I could reciprocate, pushing into her, trying to angle myself so I was hitting her clit with each stroke. From her gasping and the fact that she stopped kissing me, I thought I was succeeding so I continued and I kissed her neck with satisfaction. I could feel her building, and she moaned a little before leaning down and kissing my head.
She started to move her legs and at first I thought she was trying to restart her own advances. I thought it was an awkward moment because of how I had positioned myself but when I straightened I realized she was trying to pull my boxers down with her legs and feet. Kissing again I chuckled and we smiled at each other, lips pressed and looking into each others eyes. She was wrapped around me and still pressed against the wall so I reached down and dropped my boxers for her, right there in the hall.
Sighing with pleasure she went back to work and realizing how close we were to what we wanted I moved away from the wall. I couldn’t walk and thrust against her at the same time but she more than made up for my inability with her enthusiasm. She was so wet and I was so hard that every movement we risked joining. If only we had removed her panties before we became entangled, I would be in her already. But the pleasure of how things develop naturally was undeniable. I was happy to have a partner that I felt this for.
As we crossed the threshold of the bedroom, I used my heel to close the door and leaned my back against it. We couldn’t wait anymore. We both could feel the change and knew what was about to happen. She relaxed her legs and I used my hands on her ass to make space, she reached down and moved the thin slip of cotton to the side. We sank into each other and as we became one, her eyes snapped open. Our kissing slowed and stopped as we moaned into each others mouths, our eyes locked, reflecting each other.
We couldn’t imagine being closer, but we tried anyway.
I took the last couple of steps to the bed, we didn’t thrust or move away, we enjoyed the closeness. I was like in the beginning, like the kiss that started this. We were steady. Content to finally be together, happy to have achieved this moment of liberation. I set her on the edge, never leaving her, using the bed for leverage I pushed deeper into her. We kissed and both moved our hips, wanting to be closer without pulling away.
Finally, as I moved my hands to touch her nipples we both started to feel the hunger again. I pulled away, not far, just enough to push into her again, trying to get closer, always trying to get closer. Then again. This time pulling slightly further away before thrusting again, now I could feel us both building. I kept thrusting into her, speeding up slowly at first, we matched each other’s movements instinctually. We had been together long enough and enjoyed each other often enough, to know how to move perfectly together during this kind of sex.
I had one hand behind her head, fingers tangled in her hair, holding her in my palm. The other was around her, working with my legs and her efforts to move us. Soon without thinking I stood, bringing her with me, her arms were around me and I was fucking her in the air, squatting and using my arms to use her. She relaxed and trusted me to support her. Leaving her arms around my neck for stability, she bit my neck and relaxed into pleasure, leaving me to do my work until it was her turn to control me.
I felt euphoric reliving my energy in that way and thrusting rapidly and using my strength and our weights to pump in and out of her until my legs were shaking and I could feel a dull ache spreading through my arms. I switched my grip on her and she responded with her own body immediately so that we were close and intimate again, me standing with her wrapped up in my arms at the foot of the bed. Still joined, grinding slightly while we kissed, both of us panting.
I turned around and sat on the edge of the bed and she shifted while I did so that she was already in position to ride me. Still catching our breath, she started slowly, kissing me and lying chest to chest at first, but she quickly started to pick up the pace. She sat upright and started going fast, it was her turn to fuck me and I could feel her legs shaking around me. I could tell she was getting close to cumming, she probably had already had a few small orgasms but I could tell this was going to be a big one and I wanted to help.
I was getting close too but I wanted to try to hold on and time it right so maybe we could cum together. I reached up her body and wrapped my hands around her tits and when she was right on the edge she slammed her body down into me and ground the spot she liked. I arched my back, grabbed her by the hips, and pushed into the spot for her. I felt the damn break for both of us.
She convulsed, hands in my hair, mouth open, moaning, face to my neck. She thrust uncontrollably like she had lost control of her nervous system. My response was equal but almost opposite. I clamped down on her like a vice, holding her closer than ever, every muscle in my body locked to the extreme, except for like her I was still humping wildly. I could feel my cock twitching inside of her, filling her with hot cum. Even after I regained control I pumped into her, cock still twitching periodically, causing additional sounds of pleasure from her.
We stayed wrapped up in each other for what felt like an eternity. We radiated with bliss, content in our own little universe, immune to the outside world. As we came back to ourselves, I realized I was still inside her. She started kissing my neck and then she grinned at me lovingly, moving her hips, testing how hard I was.
When she started I was starting to deflate but her prompting was all I needed to swell back to full erect. I was the only thing keeping the cum from flowing out of her and we both knew it. Having done this regularly, we had a couple ways of moving forward and I knew what I was feeling so before she could move I whispered in her ear, “Wrap up”
She wrapped her arms and legs around me obediently and I moved to the edge of the bed so I could stand again. When I got up I turned around and put her back onto her back, and then I thrust into her, pushing my seed as deep inside as I could. Then I kissed her and we smiled and I asked, “How do you want me?”
“I want you to fuck me from behind, but first come here for a second” She replied, gesturing for me to come closer with a single seductive finger.
I obeyed her and when I stepped forward she leaned down and wrapped her mouth around me. I could feel my dick somehow get even harder inside of her and after a few head bobs that drew a moan from my lips she pulled away, licking her lips and smiling at me innocently. I leaned down, wrapped my hand around her throat, pulled her mouth to mine, and kissed her passionately, conveying all of my love through my lips as we tasted each other, our blended cum sticky and sweet.
I could feel her convey her love back to me. I could also feel how turned on she was by the light choking, especially after the reassurance of genuine intimacy. My blood rose, I could tell the game was on, and I was ready. I pushed her flat on the bed, then flipped her over, positioning her how I wanted. I ripped off her ruined underwear, and leaning down to pick them up I bit each of her ass cheeks playfully before I stood up again.
I grabbed her around the waist and I pushed back into her, between how soaked she was and my cum inside her, I slid all the way in with no resistance. This time I didn’t wait long to enjoy the first thrust, I wanted her, fast and hard. My position was subtly changing almost continuously, first moving my hands up her body, grabbing her breasts while I thrust. Playing with her nipples, I gave her a last squeeze before moving on.
As much as it was for her, I enjoyed the power running through my body into her. My favorite sport since I met her was playing our game, our continuous one-upmanship of sexual stimulation. Always training to see who would win the next time we felt ourselves slip without talking into the unspoken competition. We both always won, and we both always saught to get better, to compete better next time, and bring it to new and unseen levels.
I lost myself in her. I wrapped my arms around her shoulder and hugged her close. She turned to kiss me, awkward at first, I moved to accommodate her. Slowing and enjoying the moment, I felt our connection and I leveraged myself to hit her favorite spot with a well-timed thrust. She gasped and gave me a look to die for, and I leaned back and dug in, pulling her arms behind her. She closed her eyes and moaned and I went back to work. She was building again and I could feel her getting close.
I set a steady rhythm with her so she could build up to something exceptional, and when I felt she was almost at the edge, I wrapped my hand around her neck again, wrapping my other in her hair, pulling just enough to apply pressure. I could feel it start and so I applied a little extra pressure to her neck, slowed my pace, and reached down with my now free hand to rub her clit.
She bucked wildly into me, I could feel her pussy contracting and she almost pushed me out but I let go of her neck and used that arm to hold her,
She was wanting and twitching periodically, I never stopped gently rubbing her clit and I kept slowly thrusting, teasing her sensitivity more than anything.
When she had had some time to recover I stood again, still inside her and still behind her, supporting her weight entirely and turned to sit down. Now she was sitting on top of me, as if she had been riding me in reverse on the edge of the bed. She played with me a little, moving her hips and legs to fuck me, but she was exhausted.
She leaned backwards so her spine was on my chest, and I slid out of her. I reached up and she moved with me so we were embracing. She nestled into my arms, eyes closed, her legs were open and tangled with mine. We kissed slowly and occasionally, we didn’t need to say anything other than “I love you” and “I love you too.” I reached down and touched her, running a finger along her pussy I could feel the mess we made. I tasted it, and she opened her eyes to look at me before kissing me greedily.
There wasn’t a fever to us anymore but we had an unending appreciation for each other and that led us towards constant sexual wellness. We wanted to satisfy each other, in the way that cooks want someone they love and are feeding to be full, we wanted each other to want for nothing. So that we could go to feed feeling cared for and complete. In that spirit she lazily reached down and began stroking me, knowing that I didn’t cum and refusing to rest until she brought us closer to equal satisfaction. She knew me well enough to know that I wouldn’t judge her if she didn’t, I loved her enough to end things here, but she loved me enough that most times she insisted on reciprocation.
She felt me get hard in her hand. I lay there and enjoyed it, letting myself get ready for whatever she wanted to do next. She kissed her way down my body, smiling impishly, I knew what she was going to do now and my body tensed with anticipation. She took me into her mouth, bobbing up and down and stroking me with her hand. I couldn’t stop from moaning, she was well-practiced and knew how to take care of me.
I felt amazing but I interrupted her by reaching down and gently guiding her by the chin back up to me. I kissed her again and moaned as she continued to stroke me. I moaned into her mouth “You know the rules”, she rolled her eyes at me playfully and responded “Yessir”
She went back to sucking my dick but she moved so she was kneeling next to me. She spread her legs so that with my closest hand I could finger her and play with her clit.
“Good girl,” I moaned and she responded by going down as far as she could and rolling her tongue around so I writhed with pleasure. With my free hand, I gripped her head, gently pushing further into her, and with my other hand I curled my finger and hit what I knew was her favorite spot. I got the reaction I was hoping for when she moaned around my cock and squirmed, bucking into my finger. I used it to guide her, pulling her towards me and picking up on the message she let go of me and moved so that we were sixty-nineing.
Her pussy was a mess but I loved this girl and this was far from the first time we had done this kind of thing. As she started sucking my dick again, I licked her pussy enthusiastically, getting harder and harder as I pulled her closer to me. The competition, the desire to outperform ourselves for each other was back. There was an ebb and flow where at times She would feel so much pleasure that she was forced to neglect me, and vice versa.
Finally, we were both bucking with pleasure, fucking each other’s mouths, and allowing the same to be done to us, with pleasure. With moans from both of us, for the second time that night, we came in unison. Emptying what was left of our desire. I could feel her taking pleasure in sucking every last drop from me, and I licked her clean too, tasting my own cum mixed with hers. She finished cleaning me with her mouth and finally, we were back in each other’s arms, kissing and tasting each other, laughing at how sticky my beard was.
Until, eventually, we fell asleep, naked and happy.
The next day when I woke up she was still fast asleep, so I slipped from bed without waking her and I kissed her cheek before going to shower. I still reeked of last night and her scent and my seed were still in my beard. Back before we moved in together I would have put off showering for as long as was convenient just so that I could smell her on me a little longer. Back then I probably wouldn’t have cum in my beard though because I wouldn’t have gone down on her after leaving a mess in her. Over the years things like that have slipped away though. Our devotion and comfortability with each other erased barriers that, other than times like this, I rarely reflected on.
I cleaned myself but before I finished my love walked in. It wasn’t practical to shower together every night, but after nights like last night when we felt especially connected, it was nice to share the extra intimacy. We kissed each other good morning, we had both brushed our teeth but apparently she hadn’t gone to the bathroom yet because as we were embracing I could feel her peeing. We weren’t into piss play, but in the shower, it was fair game, and there were times each of us had been turned on by it. We had never incorporated it into play but on those rare occasions we got turned on by peeing in the shower, it occasionally led to something else.
We had talked about it after and agreed that it must have been something to do with our humanness and how we knew each other so well that we let that show through. Everyone pees, everyone showers. We want to be in the shower together, one of us needs to pee, and there aren’t really consequences so there’s no reason to not too. If you pee on my leg, I’ll wash it off, and maybe you’ll make it up to me later.
She hadn’t really had time to clean up after last night so I stood behind her and helped her clean her pussy. She was starting to get turned on but that was our game. She knew that I wanted to help clean her up, but she also knew that I was teasing her. When her pleasure became less of a passing interest and she started leaning in for more, I stopped and innocently started cleaning benign parts of her like nothing had happened while she glared up at me.
When she went to finish the work I had started I ran my hands up her naked body and grabbed her tits from behind. I played with her nipples and soon her work became play. When I heard her moan I stopped again and ran my hands along her body. She rubbed her ass into my half-hard dick and made a frustrated sound. I pulled her close and asked as innocently as possible, “What’re you doing?”
She looked at me indignantly and rubbed her naked ass against my rapidly swelling cock again and asked, “What’re YOU doing?”
“I’m just helping you get ready for work,” I responded sweetly.
She huffed and I chuckled, then I kissed her cheek and then her neck and I left the shower. I didn’t have to leave until an hour after her and we were both up early because our activities the night before had put us to bed early. I tossed on shorts and went to the kitchen to find something for us to eat.
I liked to cook for us, we both liked cooking for each other and sometimes together, but on mornings when we both had work we kept things simple. I tossed some bread in the toaster and made scrambled eggs, careful not to over cook them. I grabbed the hot sauce and orange juice from the refrigerator and had the table ready just as she was walking out in towels.
I smiled at her and she gave me some side eye and a scowl that turned into a grin before she could turn to hide it. I took a couple steps towards her and wrapped her up in my arms, she let me do it but she turned so she was facing away. I kissed her head, cheeks and neck and I asked her in a whisper, “What’s wrong honey?”
“You’re being mean,” she said in a mocking pout.
“How am I being mean?” I asked, pretending to be surprised.
“You’re teasing me before I have to go to work and it’s not fair,” she replied with a fake quaver to her voice, turning her head away from me but not pulling away. “You’re only supposed to tease me when I have all day to MAKE you fuck me”. She rubbed her ass into me and reached her hands back to pull my hips closer to her. I tensed and I could feel her get warm at the same time blood started rushing to my dick. I ran my hands up her body and grabbed her tits and pushed forward into her, shifting so she could feel my cock poking against her ass and pussy.
We were both heating up and I wanted her but I stepped away after kissing her on the cheek. She scowled at me and I spanked her playfully and told her to get some breakfast.