I placed my knees on the mattress and began to rock on him, my breasts brushing his face with each motion. His tongue flickered out to caress them, and I rocked harder with each movement, pushing him deeper into me. I marveled at the fullness of him as he penetrated me and pushed myself to relax, to let him sink deeper. I wanted all of him.
Suddenly, his hands wrapped around my ass and lifted me, and I floated in the air, my lips still clutching his cock. When I realized he wasn’t immediately putting me down, I rocked experimentally and realized I could. I fucked him as I sat weightless in his arms, and then he turned, walking back to the bed. He laid me down, temporarily exiting me, and I scooted back until my head rested on the pillows. He followed me but stopped as he got close. Dipping his head between my legs, his tongue swept through my folds, and I cried out.
Tom’s tongue reached my clit and gently nudged it with the tip, and I clasped the sheets beside me as the pleasure overwhelmed me. Two fingers slid inside me, and their tips brushed the upper walls, causing me moan heavily and twist my hips reflexively. My thighs clasped over his ears, and I glanced down to see his free hand stroking his cock. I lifted my leg from his shoulder and slid it underneath, making him move to maintain his position, and slid down so we were each able to pleasure each other.
Taking his cock into my mouth again, I lay on my side as he continued to stroke my clit with his tongue. I could feel the oncoming climax building, and I wanted him in me when I did. As the pressure mounted, I stroked him into my lips, and his groan heightened my arousal. Suddenly, I felt it crashing around me, and I sunk him deep into my throat as my body convulsed. A wave of powerful shocks rushed through me as the orgasm took complete control, and I grasped at his body, pulling him deeper.
When the aftershocks finally relented and my legs stopped shaking, he pulled his hips away from me and turned around on the bed. I looked up curiously as I lay on my back and then saw he had grabbed a pillow. I arched my back up, and he placed it just under my hips so my core was lifted. Then he curled over top of me, and I felt his large, powerful cock at my opening again. I braced myself by placing my hands on his shoulders, and he lowered himself to press his lips onto mine.
He sank into me, and my position let him go deep inside, nearly to his hips, and I cried out. Trailing kisses down my neck, he began to thrust into me, pumping his cock into my wet, throbbing pussy. My voice began to rise in slow, uneven bursts as he drove deeper into me with each movement. I filled one hand with his hair, and the other clenched at his muscular back as he rocked into me, awakening desire for him with each thrust. I wanted to feel him empty himself into me, to know that my body had given him that pleasure, and I wrapped my ankles together behind his ass.
Tom’s tongue slid down between my breasts and then swept across them, his tongue teasing my nipples to their full perk, and he gazed at them as he thrust, seeming to enjoy watching how they bounced with each movement. Then his hands slid up my arms, finally resting on my wrists, and he pressed gently down into the bed to hold himself up and me still as he pounded into me. I submitted to his control and allowed myself to only focus on the pleasure of the moment.
Soon, he began to thrust harder, faster as his groans grew more desperate. I knew he was getting closer, and the tension of another orgasm began to build inside me as well. I writhed under his grip as he slammed harder into me, and I craved the release of him into me. I wanted us to come together, to explode into a powerful climax as one being. My thighs tightened as the pressure built, the wave threatening to crash over me and send me into complete loss of control.
His thrusts were frantic, wild and untamed, and I reveled in the power of them. I let myself go, unable to control the tension any longer, and an earth-shattering orgasm took over me. I spiraled, my eyes clenching shut as I writhed under him, crying out. He roared above me, and his cock exploded inside me. Our voices rose together in ecstasy as he trembled in my clutch. He held himself there as he unloaded into me, and I pulsed with him as I took it. Finally, we collapsed together, our bodies spent and delirious with exhaustion and satisfaction.
Later, when our breathing returned to normal, and our hearts beat slowly, we curled into one another and lay dreaming of our future together. Our wedding, our family, and our life together.
The End
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Ava
Traveling in a moving truck had officially lost its charm. When I first packed up all my belongings into the little box truck and headed out onto the highway, there was a certain romance about it. Hopping onto a plane to travel was easy. All it took was a few hours, some hassle to go through TSA, and there I was. But driving was real. It put me right there, me and the road, seeing the country as I went. It would be an adventure, a memory I would carry with me.
And I did. Right up until I hit hour twenty-four and the discomfort of riding in a moving truck really settled in. “Comfort Cab” my ass. Unless their idea of comfort was constant bouncing and the lingering fear in the back of my neck that came from not being able to see anything through the rearview mirror because of the truck. In that case, they totally nailed it. If comfort meant anything else, they needed to work on their vocabulary skills.
That mark hit about ten driving hours ago, and I was on an upswing. I picked up a few tricks of the road like putting a rolled-up towel behind my back to help keep me sitting up straight and support the muscles. Blaring my favorite music for the last hour of the stretch helped as well. And now, finally, the end was in sight. I recognized everything around me, and it made my heart feel warm.
I was home.
Astoria looked different than it did the last time I was there. That was at Christmas. There are few things in this world as beautiful as Oregon at Christmas. But now all the twinkling lights were gone, and there were no more wreaths hanging from the streetlights along the main street in town. The six months that had passed since my last visit warmed up the town, and it was alive with green under a gorgeous crystal-blue sky. Rolling through the mountains on the same road that wound its way to the sea made me happy. A smile came to my face, and the thousands of miles crossed between Michigan and here felt absolutely worth it.
I checked the GPS on my phone and saw I was nearly at the small apartment I would be renting. Standing outside was something else I hadn’t seen since snow stung at my skin and the smell of cinnamon and pine drifted out of every building: my best friend, Stephanie. She glanced up from the book she was clutching and noticed the truck. Waving enthusiastically, she started toward me like she was ready to pounce when I finally got out.
If I knew Stephanie as well as I thought I did, she had been standing out there for at least half an hour already. Not just out of excitement to see me. We were extremely tight, and we’d been looking forward to me getting home since I told her a couple of weeks ago I was coming. But we also kept up over video chats and spoke just about every day. It wasn’t like she was having total withdrawals. The truth was my best friend suffered from a devastating and life-altering case of FOMO. The girl couldn’t stand the idea of missing where a gnat landed when she batted it out of the sky.