Every now and then, when I turned my head just right... When my tank top bloused out a bit... I'd catch his scent on myself. His sweat mixed with the Right Guard deodorant he wore coming up from my tits and stomach, where his body had been pressed against mine while he rode me. And that other scent, indescribable, but undeniably "him", on my lips and cheeks from having my face buried between his legs earlier that day. I knew I'd never get anything productive finished with that kind of distraction, so I decided to take a few minutes to relieve the tension. Clear my mind of it so I could get on with my day. I got my favorite toy and settled back on the bed. The fingers on my left hand slid into my panties and found the wetness that would help me slide my first two fingers inside myself and touch my G-spot. Hooking my finger, I found it and tried the same technique that he always used. It felt good but never as eye-rolling, deep moaning, and ass-squirmingly good as it did when he did it. Like he had only hours earlier....I undressed as I was greeting him. He watched me from the bed, propped against a mountain of pillows. I've never understood why he needed so many pillows. They just got in my way. I was forever smearing makeup on them and throwing them out of the bed when we were fucking. When I'd piled my clothes on a nearby table, I bounced up onto the bed. He got up and moved behind me, positioning me on my knees with my back to him. Usually he bends me forward at this point and gives my pussy and ass his tongue's attention, so I was surprised to feel him reach around me and caress my breasts. He kissed the curve of my neck... that sweet spot right by my collarbone. I could feel his cock pressing against my ass as his hands explored my body, moving expertly from my tits to my pussy. His fingers pinching my nipples just enough before sliding down to work my swollen clit. I couldn't take the teasing and turned to him, ready to lay back with my legs spread wide for him. But he just smirked and took his place propped up against the pillows again; his legs open a bit, knees just slightly bent. I grabbed a hair tie from the nightstand and positioned myself between his legs on my stomach. I took his cock between my lips and worked up and down, getting it wet so that the shaft moved easily in and out of my mouth. I took it deeper each time. I heard his breath catch and felt his hips start to move. I pulled in a gulp of air and went down, taking him further down my throat. He put his hands in my hair and his hips started thrusting. Soon, all I had to do was occasionally gulp air as he fucked my mouth and throat. My lips were almost to the base of his cock as he moaned, "Fuck yes, right there" I gagged and my eyes watered and my pussy gushed. Finally I had to come up for air. I continued to suck and lick his balls while I gasped. My tongue went further as I explored his ass. The word "chemistry" is often casually used to refer to a connection between people who have great sex. But chemistry is absolutely real and much more than great sex. I know it when I get near him and I can't escape it when I get my tongue in his ass. I lose my mind. I go dizzy with desire for him. I have to get him inside me. Immediately. I climbed on top of him and my eyes rolled back as I slid down on his hard cock. I moved up and down slightly, back and forth slightly, working my G-spot with his dick. I pitched forward when I came. I had to stop myself from hitting the wall behind his bed and I wished I had one of those pillows so I could lean forward and continue to let him thrust; fucking me from underneath me while he sucked and bit my nipples. I was weak by then. As much from cumming as from fucking him and a lack of oxygen. "You get on top" I commanded him, as I dismounted and took a place against the pillows. Soon he was over me thrusting in and out while I moaned. My pussy was dripping wet and I couldn't help but squirm and buck beneath him. His mouth found that perfect spot on my neck again. He felt huge inside me. Every thrust made me wetter and wanting more. I didn't want him to cum yet though, so I slowed and asked him, "Do you want my ass now?" Did I have to ask? I rolled over and lifted my hips to give his tongue easy access to my sweet tight asshole. He started with a finger. Then two. I was wriggling and pushing against his hand as he tried to hold me still, while finger fucking my ass. Then I felt his hands on my ass cheeks. And his cock pushing slightly, slowly. I winced when he finally slid his dick all the way inside. The first few strokes were always about adjusting to having that huge cock inside me. Then I relaxed. I started grinding back against him. My pussy gripped and contracted in frustration from the sensations my ass felt while my sweet pussy was empty and could do nothing but continue to drip and pulse. These orgasms are incredibly intense for me and I nearly lost control; moaning his name, begging him to keep pounding my ass. I could tell by the way his hands gripped my waist that he wouldn't be holding out much longer. "Cum in my ass baby, pleease blow it deep in my ass!" I begged him. He was fucking me at a frantic pace, hard and fast and deep, when I felt him grip my hips, shudder, and I heard that little breathy moan he gives when he cums....I turned my head slightly and caught that smell.... His sweat and the pheromones still on my mouth from hours before. My fingers worked my clit furiously while I slid the little purple wand in and out of my asshole. My face and chest got hot, my body tingled all over. My legs clamped shut and I rolled to the side breathing his name as I came. Even with a solo orgasm behind me, I knew I'd still be distracted as long as as I could smell him on me. Maybe a shower was in order? I grabbed my favorite shower toy and headed to the bathroom...
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