I pulled Connor into our bedroom as soon as we got inside the penthouse. We giggled and kissed like two high-school students sneaking into a dressing room at the local department store, and removed each other’s clothing almost as quickly.

Once his shirt was off, I ran my fingers slowly over his chest. My God, he was hot. The hard definition of his muscles… the soft tickle of his chest hair… the lingering tan from our vacation in Maui just a month before… he was absolutely delicious.

He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. I closed my eyes and moaned as he nibbled and lightly licked his way up from my collarbone to my earlobe.

“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

“I missed you,” I whispered back.

My body was pressed to his, and I could feel his cock growing. He was already semi-erect when we started, and now he was even firmer, his cock starting to jut out at an angle from his pants.

I put my hand over the long shape beneath the fabric, felt the pronounced ridge of his head, and ran my palm along his length as I felt him get even harder.

“I’ve missed this,” I purred in his ear.

He groaned as I slowly stroked him, letting my fingers grip him lightly in a circle.

While he unbuttoned my blouse, I unzipped his pants. I reached inside his fly and the slit of his boxers and found what I was looking for: the hard, hot, thickness of his shaft. I circled my cool, soft fingers around him and begin to lightly stroke, letting my fingers luxuriate in the thatch of hair at the base of his abdomen.

He got so hard, he was almost bursting out of his pants.

He became even more frenzied as he unsnapped my bra, took my breasts in his hands, and my areolas one by one into his mouth. I tilted my head back and whimpered as his tongue slid over my erect nipples, teasing them, sucking them, sending a jolt of desire straight down between my legs.

I fondled his balls with one hand in his pants, and clutched at his muscular back with my other, my nails trailing across his skin.

“Jesus, this has to come off,” he said, trying to pull my skirt off without unzipping it.

“Hold on, hold on,” I giggled, and undid it with my free hand. My other hand was still clutched around the base of his cock.

He pushed the skirt to the floor and immediately clutched my ass, roughly gripping my cheeks with his strong hands. We kissed again, our tongues hot in each other’s mouths, until he pulled my hand out of his pants, lifted me up under my arms, and threw me down on the bed.

I laughed as I bounced and came to a stop. Then I joyfully watched the rest of the show.

He kicked off his shoes in a frenzy, pulled off his socks, and unbuckled his belt. His cock was already jutting out from his pants – so far that he had to stretch out his boxers to fit them over his swollen head. As his pants and underwear dropped, his erection bobbed up thick and long and stiff, the swollen head jutting up towards the ceiling. A thin thread of pre-cum trailed from the tip, connected to his boxers like a spiderweb, until the cloth fell to the floor and the sticky strand broke.

He crawled across the bed towards me, and I felt the scorching heat of the velvet-soft skin on his cock brush against my thigh.

“Oh God,” I whimpered as he hooked his fingers in my thong and pulled it roughly down my legs and over my ankles, then tossed it across the room.

He reached down between my thighs and stroked my lips with his fingers. I was sopping wet. He took the moisture from my pussy and massaged it with the pre-cum beaded on the tip of his cock, wetting himself down with both our juices.

“Be gentle,” I whimpered. “It’s been a week – ”

“Unnhh,” was all he answered as he took his fingers and guided his head between my lips. The wet slickness of his skin met mine, and he slowly pushed inside me.

OH. MY. GOD.

It was only the head, but Jesus it felt good. I never got used to his girth, especially when we hadn’t slept together for a week. He filled me up, and the sensations of overwhelming pleasure were just as powerful as the first time he’d taken me on the floor of the boardroom, the night we first met.

“Oh God,” he whispered, and began slowly pushing inside me, then drawing back out, letting my wetness slick him down before he plunged slowly deeper inside.

“Unh… oh… oh…” I moaned as he slid halfway, then three quarters. I could feel him deep inside me, touching places no other man had ever been able to reach.

He gripped my shoulders and sank in all way to his base. I caught my breath. It was a lot to take in, both literally and figuratively. The intensity was hot – the feeling of fullness inside me was overwhelming – but it also felt so right to be fully connected to him, looking into his eyes as our bodies became one.

He kissed me softly on the lips as he began to rock inside me, inch by inch, letting me get used to his massive size again. Then he began to circle his hips, increasing the pressure and the pleasure against my lips while the big, swollen head of his cock moved deep inside me.

We continued to stare into each other’s eyes, his breath hot and sweet on my face, as he began to stroke deeper and harder. His hips pulled all the way back, then drove slap into mine, plunging his cock hard into my pussy. I tried to keep eye contact, but that was difficult to do; my eyes rolled back into my head and I let out a grunt of pleasure every time he plunged deep inside me.

Harder and harder, faster and faster – then he would vary it up, pulling almost all the way out and pushing in just a couple of inches, teasing me, denying me his full thickness and that lovely, deep fucking.

At one point he grabbed his cock and forced the angle upwards so his head pressed against my G-spot. I began to moan and my legs began to quiver as he rubbed the soft tip right over my spot – and then suddenly thrust deep inside me, making my eyes roll back in my head again.

Without warning, he pulled out of me, flipped me over, and hiked my ass into the air by grabbing my hips with his powerful hands. Seconds later I felt a slick, blunt pressure between my lips again. Then he eaaaased inside me, only to start pounding hard and deep and fast a few seconds later. I grabbed the sheets and twisted them in my hands as I screamed with pleasure into the mattress.

He fucked me doggy-style for almost two minutes; that was the first time I came. My legs were jittering and quivering with electricity. All that energy pooled and built up, and suddenly my body was exploding with it, from my toes all the way up to my head.

“Stop – stop,” I gasped, unable to deal with that much sensation.

He stopped. I just moaned into the mattress, relishing the feeling of my body contracting and pulsing around that big, thick cock.

As my contractions died out, he withdrew and turned me back around, then knelt on the bed, his perfect ass pressed against his ankles. His cock jutted up at the ceiling, wet and pink and straining with desire.

I straddled him, and with a little maneuvering, he guided me down on the tip of his cock.

Ohhhhhh…

I slid down his pole gingerly until he was all the way inside me, and my ass came to rest against his massive thighs.

I circled my arms around his neck, and we looked into each other’s eyes as he put his hands under my ass and began to slowly rock inside me.

“I missed you,” I whispered.

He grinned. “What did you really miss?”

I bit my lip coquettishly, which made him frown with desire and stare at my mouth. Then I smiled.

“I missed fucking you,” I whispered in his ear.

“Ohhhhhh,” he groaned, and buried his face in my breasts, sucking and licking as I slid up and down on his cock.

I started doing my own thing, grinding into him, using his length to hit the spots inside me I really wanted. I licked my fingers and started circling my clit.

Oh God… I was going to come again, and soon…

He stopped mauling my breasts and watched my hand slide over my pussy.

“Jesus, I love it when you do that,” he murmured.

“Come with me,” I whispered to him.

“Okay,” he agreed as he continued to watch my hand, hypnotized.

I arched my back rhythmically, slapping my hips into his as he did the same. It was only a few inches of movement, but it was enough to feel amazing – especially as I felt hot, sweet ecstasy building in my clit.

“Oh God – oh God, I’m getting close,” I whimpered. “Are you – ”

“Oh fuck – fuck, I’m – oh Jesus – ”

“Connor, I’m coming – I’m coming, I’m coming – ”

“Oh FUCK, Lily – oh FUCK – ”

I clutched his hair with my left hand and took out all my aggression, all my excess strength and power, as my legs tensed and my pussy tightened and every muscle deep inside me melted in bliss.

At the same time, I felt his cock suddenly explode – a rapid-fire series of contractions, pulses of slightly greater thickness, following by hot spurts of liquid inside me.

“OH FUCK,” he cried out, and held onto my body like he was drowning.

I gave a strangled cry. Each one of those spurts turned me on even more, pushing my orgasm to outrageous heights.

We rocked back and forth, grunting and moaning for a few seconds more, and then we collapsed onto each other, holding each other in our arms, my head draped on Connor’s shoulder and his head leaning against mine.

I could feel his cock’s pulsations slowly die away, the interval between them increasing by several seconds each time. My own orgasm took much longer to subside, and I enjoyed every pleasurable quiver as I took in the scent of him, the feel of his muscles under my hands, and the lovely fullness of his cock, still hard and deep inside me.