She lay on her bed, listening to the rain on the roof. It was another cold, rainy day — the perfect kind for curling up in bed with someone, or an hours-long session of sex. Sighing, she turned over, wishing he were here. They’d met a just a short while ago, only seen each other for two days…she frowned, concentrating, remembering his body as she’d seen it when she first met him. I wonder what he thinks of me — if he really is attracted to me, she thought. Almost involuntarily, her hand went to her breasts, touching them gently as she remembered the sensations of his hands and later, his mouth on her. Turning onto her back, she closed her eyes, legs spreading slightly as she remembered the feel of his hips pressing into the insides of her thighs, the feel of his swollen dick grinding into her crotch. She stifled a moan, hips jerking involuntarily as she remembered him entering her for the first time. He’d been longer and thicker than she’d expected… her hands moved over her body, recalling the places and ways he’d touched her. She closed her eyes and kept recalling the sensations, wishing impossibly that he were here with her.
A hand touched hers, jerking her out of her reverie. She gasped, staring up into the eyes that it shouldn’t have been possible to see. He stood over her, wearing nothing, dick so hard it throbbed. As she struggled for the breath to ask how the hell he’d gotten to her, he knelt between her legs and leaned forward, kissing her lips gently. She could feel the tip of his dick rubbing against her pussy, and she raised her hips to his, stifling a moan as something tightened inside her and he gasped. Reaching one hand down, he guided his dick into her, sliding in easily. She wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding her crotch against his as he began to thrust.
***to be continued***