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The Story



"Kiss me."

His brown eyes were pleading and she couldn't help but give in. Her lips met his softly, her hands on his shoulders as he drew her closer. She opened her mouth slightly and licked his lower lip. He opened his lips and she sucked on his lip. His fingers tightened around her waist and she smiled inwardly.Then she moved away, standing up while he stayed seated in his chair at the dining room table.

It was hard and rough. His lips were on hers, his fingers grasping her neck and her hair. She could feel the coiled strength in his body as he pulled on her hair, forcing her to open her mouth to his. His tongue swept inside of her mouth, claiming her roughly as his legs forced their way between hers. She moaned and he answered with a responding groan before tearing his hungry mouth away from hers and biting her chin.

She licked her lips as they ended their kiss. Her dark brown eyes met his golden brown ones and she giggled as he wiggled her eyebrows at her. Then she sighed as he pulled his shirt off, showcasing all of those wonderful muscles he had earned from playing hockey. "You can touch me, you know that," he teased.

"Shut up," she replied as she ran fingers down his chest and over his stomach. It still amazed her that her fingers trembled when she touched him.

"Take it off," he ordered, his voice husky from frustrated desire. She complied, pulling her sleep shirt over her head. He was always like this after a long road trip, always impatient, his hands quickly divesting himself of his suit and shoes until they were both completely naked. He picked her up before setting her on the dining room table. "Been thinking of you every night, of what I was going to do to you. Of how sweet you taste. Open your legs and keep them spread wide."

"Should I go lower," she asked, her palm skimming the top of his sweats. He groaned as he put his hand on top of hers, urging her to keep on. She pushed the sweats down, slightly amazed that he didn't put on boxers after all. It was an off day and he didn't have practice though. And his cock was already hard and ready for her. Slipping down to her knees, she held it in her hand for a moment before taking both hands and spitting on them. Then she began to move them up and down on his cock as he leaned back in his chair.

"Your pussy is so wet for me, were you touching yourself before I came home?"

He breathed in her scent, looking up at her. Her eyes were closed, her hands clenched against the table as she willed herself to keep her legs open. Her juices were flowing after he fingered her well. He could tell that she had been playing with herself earlier but hadn't cum yet. He was going to make her cum for him now on the table.

He blew on her clit and was rewarded by a shiver. "Fuck," she moaned, her body arching needfully toward his mouth. He rewarded her with a series of furious licks on her clit. Normally, he'd play with her and make her beg but he was too hard for that tonight.

She didn't understand why some of the other girlfriends hated giving their men blow jobs. As she sucked the head of his cock, she closed her eyes in bliss. She had all the power over him at this moment as she moved her hands up and down his cock as she licked the underside of his cock. His fingers were now trying to grasp her head to make her move like he wanted her to. She shook her head, moving them away before taking his cock deep inside of her mouth and throat. "Fuck yes," he groaned as she looked up at him. She smiled as she moved his cock out of her mouth and began to bob her head up and down.

"Don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop," she panted as he sucked her clit into his mouth. She was putty in his hands and he could tell that she was about to cum and cum hard. Then he stopped and moved away from her pussy. She looked down at him, her eyes wide as he stood up. He grabbed her legs and pushed them up towards her ears before he entered her slowly, letting her feel every inch of his cock before he was nestled deep inside of her. "You feel so good," he crooned in her ear. She didn't respond verbally to his dirty talk, choosing instead of grip his cock tighter.

He was close, the salty precum was leaking from the head of his cock. She was half of the mind to let him cum on in her mouth but she decided not to. Lifting the bottom of her dress and adjusting her panties, she straddled him. Grabbing hold of his cock, she slid onto him, her head thrown back in bliss. His hands palmed her breasts through the dress as she began to ride him, undulating in a figure eight.

He thrust quickly, unable to tease her as she moved against him. They were both too far gone for a playful, teasing copulating, they both needed it quick and needed it fast. One hand was splayed against the table, the other was teasing her clit as her pussy pulsed around his cock. He was ready to cum and he was sure she was ready to cum too. "Going to make that pussy cum for me," he drawled, sweat beading on both of their bodies. Squeezing her pussy tight around his cock, she instead moaned, "No, you're going to come first."

He came, his body shuddering as her pussy milked his climax. She came after him, his name on her lips, her nails digging into his forearm and leaving marks. Her eyes closed and she bit her lip.

Their bodies moved together, his hands now on her waist, holding her up as he slammed up into her. She moaned in encouragement, her fingers playing with her clit, needing to get there, it was so close. Then he bit her ear and she came, leaning into him as he rode her through her orgasm, her nails digging into his shoulders.

He leaned over her, allowing her legs to move into a more comfortable position around his waist. She blew into his ear, raising goosebumps around that flesh. "Letsgetintobed," she whispered in a rush. Groaning, he lifted her up and padded towards the stairs and to their room.

She leaned against him, her body limp and her face flushed. She was sensitive and not ready to move and he was okay with that, his cock limp inside of her. She grinned sheepishly at him. "Can't keep your hands off of me," he gently needled her. She kissed him deeply in response instead.

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