Spontaneity

We had been sitting outside on my back patio for a while, having drinks, smoking and engaging in deep conversation. Enjoying the day. He was feeling good. He was sharing. He was open. And the more open he became, the more my eyes were drawn to his dick growing in his pants.

“Stand up,” he commanded. I obeyed. He took one of the cushions from my chair and placed it on the ground in front of him.

I took the hint. I knelt down in front of him and went in search of my prized gem, which was very easy to discover. Me sucking his dick must’ve been on his mind for a minute, because he was already hard as rock. It was obviously on my mind as well because there was no hesitation in my actions. I wanted to give just as badly as he wanted to receive. I wanted to taste just as badly as he wanted to feel. My mouth drank in all of him. Every deep mouth stroke sent orgasmic waves though me. Every moan he released created vibrations in my yoni. His hands reached down and went to my breasts. He caressed and squeezed and teased my nipples as I feasted on thick blackness.

I lost myself in pleasure. I lost myself in that blissful state of being lost in him. I was high. Elevated on my oral appetite for him. Control had vanished and lust took over.

I wanted him. I wanted him deep inside of me. I stood up and pulled my pants down. I turned my back towards him and sat heat and wetness on his erection.  Bent over, touching ankles, I rode him. I bounced my ass on him. I ground pussy deep into dick till my body convulsed with surges of energy. He grabbed on to my waist. He spanked my ass. He pressed his thumb down on my asshole as my juices eased out of me and down his shaft. I was spent. My body had been indulged. But he wasn’t done.

I sat up from his lap and he placed another cushion on the concrete floor of my patio. I lay down on my back and he moved on top of me, one of my legs over his shoulder. There was no slowness. No niceness in his sex today. He was ready to release and I was ready to accept. He penetrated. He pounded. He pursued his happy place as I followed close behind. He stroked. He stroked deep. Infiltrated my spot with his weapon of mass orgasms and explosions erupted. As he pulled back on his outstroke, I watched him. I watched his dick hit the tip of my clit and I felt the rush leave my body. I felt him tense in his release. I gazed at that last stroke back inside of me and my walls clung tightly to his dick. My white cream covered him like a protective coat. His seeds poured out from between my lips. Simultaneous climax. Instantaneous emancipation. Intense. Powerful. Euphoric.

Damn, he’s good.