She was wearing a burnt orange dress that accentuated her every curve, left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and complimented her skin tone perfectly. With a plunging neckline and a hem that hit her mid-thigh, the dress looked exquisite.

She looked even better in it.

I shrugged off the desire to grudge fuck her on the living room floor. Instead, I played the part of a civilized man and walked by her side while my stiff cock throbbed with each step I took.

Once inside the bedroom, I buried my fingers into the flesh of her ass and pressed my lips to hers. Be it on purpose, or from the magic of that kiss, she stumbled toward the foot of the bed. Passionately embraced in each other’s arms, we fell onto the mattress together.

I slipped my hand beneath her dress, then traced my index finger along the length of her inner thigh. She moaned in response as I slipped it beneath the crotch of her panties. I ground my body against hers and rubbed her swollen clit until neither of us could take it any longer. I pulled my mouth away from hers and pressed my lips to her ear.

“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk,” I warned. “Just so you know who’s in charge of this operation.”

“I know it’s you,” she breathed.

I extended my index finger and pushed it halfway into her wet mound.

A breath shot from her lungs.

I pressed my mouth against her ear. “You can own me by sucking my cock.” I added another finger and pushed them both deep into her wetness. “But, I can own you with these two fingers.”

“Oh fuck,” she whispered in return.

I curled my fingertips upward, into the sensitive flesh of her g-spot. As the tips of the two digits met the irregular flesh, she arched her back and let out a breath. I continued curling them repeatedly until she was squirming to get away.

I pressed my chest against hers and held her in place. “You’re not going anywhere. Not until I’m done.”

“I can’t…”

I looked her in the eyes. “You can. And, you will.”

After three successive strokes, her hips convulsed. Then, her pussy contracted around the base of my fingers. I pushed as deeply into her as I could, curling the tips rhythmically against her g-spot the entire while.

“Jesus.” Her eyes shot wide. “What are you doing to me?”

“Making things clear,” I responded.

I continued to pin her to the bed while I tickled the inside of her pussy. She reached for my wrist, gripping it firmly with both hands. Pulling against me with one hand while the other held me in place, it seemed she was at war with herself – uncertain if she wanted to allow herself to experience the pleasure I sought to deliver.

She eventually caved in, pulled my forearm tight against her skin. While I continued to finger fuck her mercilessly, the orgasms rushed through her, one after the other. As she wiggled and writhed beneath me, she cried out her satisfaction, warning me of each climactic peak at the instant she reached it.

When it was over, her muscles relaxed and she collapsed beneath me.

I lifted my weight from her chest.

“Jesus,” she whispered. “That was intense.”

My cock ached for her. I stood and tore at my belt, anxious to feel her warmth surround my entire length. While I rid myself of my jeans, she wiggled free of her dress.

A man’s cock has three levels of hardness: hard enough to be noticed, hard enough to fuck, and so hard it hurts.

I was in agony.

I wrestled my cock free of the tent it created of my boxers and glanced in her direction. Now completely naked, she looked back at me with eyes that glistened with desire. I turned toward the bed and took an admiring survey of her from head to toe. Her figure was a true hourglass, having curves exactly where curves needed to be.

Curves that I needed to sink my fingertips into.

With my cock in my fist and my heart racing with anticipation of feeling her warmth once again, I climbed onto the bed.

I had big plans. Plans that were going to last all night, if not longer. Plans that included me starting by fucking her from behind, and finished with me on top of her, looking deep into her eyes. Between the beginning and then ending, there wouldn’t be a room in the house that didn’t get christened by our love.

“On your hands and knees,” I said, trying to sound demanding with my tone. “I’m going to pound that little pussy of yours like a drum.”

She rolled onto her stomach and glanced over her shoulder. “I can’t wait.”

I gripped her waist in my hands and lifted her weight from the bed, positioning her perfectly-shaped ass directly in front of my throbbing cock. Using my thumbs, I spread her wide. I guided the tip between her wet folds, and then paused.

I gave one last admiring look before I began step one of what was certain to be an all-night affair. After satisfying my senses of her undeniable beauty, I slid my hands up her torso and cupped her breasts.

“Is everything okay?” she asked.

“Yes, everything’s oh-fucking-kay,” I barked. “I’m getting ready.”

“Okay. Well, just in case you didn’t know, I am ready,” she said, her tone sprinkled with sarcasm.

Without warning, I pushed myself into her. Each inch of depth grew tighter, making me question if I could get my entire length into her. My eyes fell closed at the feeling of her tightness encompassing me.

“What happened to this motherfucker?” I asked. “It’s tight as fuck.”

“It’s out of practice,” she said.

“You haven’t been keeping it in shape?” I asked.

“I haven’t touched it since you left.”

I hadn’t stroked my cock since the day of the barbeque, either, but I wasn’t going to advertise the fact.

“Well, I guess I’ll need to whip it into shape, then.”

I gripped her boobs firmly and buried myself into her fully. After a short pause, I withdrew myself until the head was exposed.

I gazed down at the glistening shaft, amazed that it could fit inside her.

She cleared her throat. “Cash?”

I kept my eyes fixed on my dick. “What?”

“Are you okay?”

“God damn it, I’m fine.”

“What are you doing?”

I glanced up. “Looking at my dick.”

“Is there something wrong with it?”

“No,” I snapped back. “There ain’t anything fuckin’ wrong with it.”

“Why are you looking at it?”

“It looks cool when it’s covered in your twat juice.”

She flipped her hair over her shoulder and looked back at me. “How about you look at it when we’re done?”

“Oh, you wanna fuck, do you?” I asked in a sarcastic tone.

“I do.”

“Fine.” I squeezed her boobs firmly. “I hope you’re fuckin’ ready.”

In one quick thrust, I shoved myself into her until the tip hit bottom. The instant my hips came in contact with the cheeks of her ass, I withdrew the entire length, and did it again.

As fast as I could, I fucked her without mercy, forcing her closer to the headboard with each powerful stroke. Within seconds, her arms were spread wide against the wall above the bed.

I pounded myself in and out of her tight pussy, watching the flesh of her ass jiggle each time my hips slapped against her.

A tingling sensation tickled my balls, and I felt my scrotum tightening – a forewarning that I was going to cum. The excitement of having her back in my life, being inside if her, and fucking her forcefully from behind was simply too much.

It was time to change things up. Switching positions would buy me some time. After a few position changes, the newness of her pussy would wear off, and then I’d be able to go all night.

I was sure of it.

I took one last stroke, and then pulled free of her confines. “Time to switch this shit up,” I said, my tone demanding, yet playful. “I’ve got a lot of fucking to do, and it ain’t all going to be doggy style.”

In one fluid movement, she flopped onto her back and hiked her legs high in the air, exposing her pussy for the taking. I glanced at her glistening twat and then into her eyes.

I pressed my stomach against the backs of her thighs and forced her knees against her chest. Eager to fuck her into submission, I gripped my throbbing cock in my fist and guided it between her legs.

A sigh escaped me as I slid into her warmth. Being inside of her compared to nothing else on earth. It wasn’t simply sex. It wasn’t about getting off. It was an unexplainable sensation that only she could provide. An initial feeling of euphoria followed by an elation that caused my heart to palpitate at an irregular pace.

I took a few strokes, pressed my weight against the backs of her thighs, and forced her knees hard against her chest.

She opened her eyes.

I leaned forward, intending to kiss her gently before fucking her into a mild coma. She raised her head, planted her full lips against mine, and kissed me like I’d never been kissed.

Inside her, my cock throbbed wildly.

Her lips melted into mine. Our tongues tickled one another. The sensation of being inside of her, the excitement of having her in my life once again, and the passion of the kiss proved to be too much.

My cock twitched.

And, I came.

She moaned into my mouth as the cum pulsed from the tip of my cock. Then, without so much as a single stroke to evoke it, I felt her pussy contract.

Our kiss became more passionate.

Her pussy’s contractions varied, some long and deep, while others were sporadic and shallow. I remained buried deep inside of her the entire time, fearing moving would end the sensation that was sure the be something I’d spend a lifetime trying to duplicate.

In thirty seconds, it ended.

The series of orgasms was so intense it drained every ounce of energy from my soul.

I collapsed at her side, prepared to make excuses for what had happened, telling her how excited I was to see her, and that I’d do all I could to make it up to her the following morning.

“I love you, Cash,” she whispered.

“I love you, Kimberly.”

Numbed by the rush of emotions, we laid side-by-side in silence for some time. Eventually, right as I was fading off to sleep, she broke the silence.

“How’s it feel to be back in our bed?” she asked.

“Pretty fucking good,” I said, my eyes fixed on the ceiling. “Been sleeping in the clubhouse on the couch since that night I left. How’s the weather over there?”

Silence.

I waited for a good thirty seconds, and then tilted my head to the side. Sound asleep, the woman I loved was snoring lightly.

I got a blanket from the wicker basket in the corner of her room and covered her with it. Then, after carefully snuggling against her back, I closed my eyes and thought of our future together.

A future where I could hopefully last longer than ninety seconds in bed.