The Rendezvous - Part 3 of 3.

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“Need a break?” I ask, teasing you with a slight tilt of my pelvis that makes you gasp, wide eyed, and grin.

“Nuh uh. You?” I shake my head and look down, watching my still rock-hard cock ease out from you, your dewy petal lips closing silently as I slip out into the cool air.

My eyes are drawn back to yours, and the curious, faint smile now pulling at their corners.

“Roll over.” I command, leaning back on my haunches, my gaze now fixed on your naked form.

My breath stills and I’m stunned into a stony silence, as if solemnly admiring the work of a true Grand Master. Then a flash, and I’m overcome with heaving lust, fixated on your red, swollen folds as you roll over, suddenly aching to slide my cock back into you. To have you. To empty myself deep inside you and make you mine.

You slide seductively onto your hands and knees and present a gorgeously rounded arse, the soft light in the room marking the curvature where your cheeks stretch over the pedestals of your hams. Your pussy, staring right at me, looks different from this angle. Thicker, fuller. Hungrier. My steely cock throbs as I ogle you, desperate to be buried to the hilt inside you.

The embers are burning deep in my eyes.

I grab the flesh of your glutes with both hands, firmly, marking them as mine, savouring the feel before gripping you tight and ducking my head forward, darting my tongue onto the crimped bud of your arse. You shudder and gasp in surprise, but I’m holding you tight, tickling your perineum with the tip of my tongue, before flicking it back to your little raisin. Then I move lower, hardening my tongue into a point and pushing it into your soft, warm folds, thrashing and pulsing, the muscles in my tongue straining as they push against your walls.

My need to fuck you senseless is all consuming and so I pull back, shuffling forward to line the thick head of my cock up against you. There is no teasing or build up this time, just a careful press as you greedily envelop my glans, and then a deep sigh of ecstasy as I push forward slowly, watching you swallow me inch by inch. I’m slowly rocking back and forth, strong hands spanning your waist, guiding you back in long, deep thrusts, each one crashing heavily like waves on a darkened beach in the moonlight.

“Oh fuck that feels so, so good,” you whimper, my eyes fixed on the glorious curve of your crevice, fanning up and out from the dark bud of your arse. Just below, your skin is stretched tight around my rigid cock, disappearing inside you. Again and again.

Your arm burrows under the pillows and re-emerges, triumphantly holding aloft a bright pink vibrator. My balls tingle the instant you press it against your clit, and a low moan escapes your lips. I pause with just the head of my cock held in you, my slick shaft shining like polished marble. With a swift, shallow rocking of my pelvis, I start massaging the head on your entrance –in in and out, in and out –and the feel of your pussy sucking on my glans like a big, purple lollipop, fans out warmly from my waist in a tingle of tiny lightning flashes.

I push forward with a long thrust, your gasp sharp as I bury myself to the hilt and hold still for a breath, before starting to fuck you again in long, deep, slow thrusts, pausing each time to press hard up against you.

“Oh fuck. It’s so deep. It’s so deep.” You repeat in a soft groan, my hands, still locked onto your waist, pulling you back to meet each thrust. I slide the tempo faster, maintain the long, deep thrusts, moving my hand over the centre of your cheeks, splaying my hand wide across the cleft and resting the pad of my thumb against the wrinkled entrance to your arse, massaging it gently.

Your groans are getting louder, and your head drops forward as I start to pound you fast, hammering hard into your pussy. I’m dimly aware over the drumming in my ears of the cacophony in the room that is both trance inducing and hot as fuck - the buzz of the vibrator, the slap of my hips into your arse and your staccato squawks, the rattle of the alarm clock, the thunder of the bed against the wall, and the grunts rumbling from somewhere in my chest.

I ease my thumb gently into the tight warmth of your puckered arse, slipping slowly to the first knuckle and curling slightly, massaging you with my thumb in slow, shallow strokes, feeling my cock as it hammers into your pussy. You’re wailing like a banshee now, your cries partially muffled by the pillow pressed against your face, and I’m fucking you hard, and I feel the sweat glistening on my chest and there’s a tingling deep inside my core and I’m transfixed staring at you, held firmly in place and unable to move but giving yourself completely to me as my hips repeatedly smash against you and you’re starting to shout now oh fuck oh fuck I’m going to come again and the tingling in my balls is now bubbling and getting hotter and hotter and I can feel the convulsions from inside you as your orgasm crashes over you and it feels like I’m oscillating inside myself and the pressure suddenly gushes in a torrent and I shout you’re going to make me cum and it roars up through my balls and down the full length of my cock like a geyser and fireworks dazzle in my eyes and all their brightness thumps loudly in my ears and my core jolts with a sizzling flash three, four, five, six times and your contractions milk every drop from me and and my chest is heaving and my legs feel wobbly and I’m steadying myself with a hand on your back and your skin feels so warm and I’m taking deep breaths and the air is cool as I suck it into my lungs and your pussy feels so wonderful wrapped around my cock and I don’t ever want to take it out.

The faint cool of damp on the crumpled pillow tickles my neck as we lie in a tangled heap. Your head rises and falls as it rests of my chest, your hair flared out and exhausted, one leg draped over mine, locking our two pieces perfectly into place. Silence floats down like a crisp, white sheet, coming to rest in a soft drape over us both.

“Well,” I eventually exhale, breaking the spell and marking it with a kiss on your forehead, “I must say, I’m having the best day I think I can remember for a very, very, long time. More important though, how are you? Do we call that a pass mark, so far?”

Your side hug squeeze is strong and full-hearted. “Yeah,” you grin cheekily, “I think it just scrapes over”. You lift your cheek from my chest, turning up so our eyes meet. “But I feel a bit selfish. I didn’t do anything for you.”

I cup the side of your face gently, thumb resting on your temple, and kiss you tenderly. Your mouth is warm and soft, like butter. “I tell you what,” I offer, feeling a smile split and warm my face. “Let’s go and enjoy our lunch reservation, and then we have the whole rest of the day to continue where we left off. How does that sound?”

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