He room was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation as the couple stood mere inches apart, their bodies humming with unspoken desire. She, a vision of raw femininity, reached out, her fingers curling around his biceps, pulling him closer until their chests nearly touched. Her breath, warm and heavy with need, ghosted over his ear as she whispered, "Oh yeah, cum on me, and my pussy try your best, cum inside me after ten days or more." Her words were a spell, a provocation that sent a jolt of electricity straight to his core. He shuddered, his resolve weakening under the weight of her hunger, her scent a heady mix of perfume and woman invading his senses.
Her hands slid down his arms, her touch deliberate, possessive, as if she needed to remind herself of every inch of him. His heart pounded in his chest, a primal rhythm that matched the throb of his cock, already hardening at the mere suggestion of her words. She stepped closer, her body pressing against his, her breasts soft against his chest, her nipples tight buds that begged for attention. He groaned, his hands instinctively moving to her waist, his fingers digging into the curve of her hips as if to anchor himself against the storm of desire she had unleashed.
Their clothes became an unnecessary barrier, a hindrance to the reunion their bodies craved. With practiced efficiency, they began to shed layers, buttons popping, zippers sliding down, fabric falling to the floor in forgotten heaps. Her dress pooled at her feet, revealing the lace-trimmed lingerie that clung to her like a second skin. His shirt followed, baring his chest, his muscles taut with anticipation. She traced the contours of his torso with her fingertips, her touch light yet searing, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake.
He kicked off his shoes, his pants soon joining them on the floor, leaving him clad only in his boxers, already strained against the bulge they failed to conceal. She smirked, her eyes dark with want as she stepped out of her own lingerie, her body a masterpiece of curves and softness. Her breasts were full and heavy, her waist narrow, her hips flaring out in a way that made his mouth water. She was a temptation he couldn't resist, a siren calling him to his undoing.
They moved as one toward the bed, their steps unsteady, their bodies magnetized to each other. He sat on the edge, pulling her onto his lap, her legs straddling his thighs. Their lips crashed together in a kiss that was anything but gentle. Tongues dueled, teeth nipped, breaths mingled as they devoured each other with a hunger born of days apart. His hands roamed freely, cupping her ass, lifting her slightly as he ground his erection against her core, both of them moaning into the kiss.
She broke away, her forehead resting against his, her breath ragged. "Fuck me," she demanded, her voice thick with need. "Now. I need you inside me."
He didn't need to be told twice. He lay back, pulling her with him, their bodies pressing together, skin on skin, heat on heat. His hands traced the curve of her spine, his lips following the path his fingers made, kissing and nipping at her skin as he went. She arched into his touch, her nails digging into his shoulders, her breath hitching as his mouth found the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder.
"More," she gasped, her hips grinding against his, her pussy already slick and aching for him. "I need more."
He obliged, his hands moving lower, his fingers dipping between her thighs, finding her wet and ready. He groaned, his thumb pressing against her clit, circling it slowly as she squirmed beneath him, her moans filling the room. "You're so fucking wet for me," he murmured, his voice rough with desire. "So ready."
She whimpered, her head tossing back, her back arching as his touch sent waves of pleasure through her. "Don't tease," she panted. "I need you. Now."
He smirked, his fingers slipping away, leaving her wanting. He reached for the nightstand, his hand closing around a condom, but she stopped him, her hand covering his. "No," she said, her voice firm. "I want you bare. I want to feel all of you."
He hesitated, his eyes searching hers, but the hunger in her gaze left no room for doubt. He nodded, his hands moving to her hips, guiding her to the edge of the bed. He knelt between her thighs, his gaze devouring her as she spread her legs for him, her pussy glistening in the dim light. He leaned in, his tongue tracing her folds, his beard scratching her sensitive skin as he lapped at her, tasting her, savoring her.
She cried out, her hands tangling in his hair, her hips bucking as his mouth worked its magic. "Fuck, yes," she moaned. "Right there. Don't stop."
But he did stop, his lips brushing a final kiss against her clit before he rose, his cock throbbing in anticipation. He positioned himself at her entrance, his hands gripping her hips as he thrust forward, burying himself deep within her heat. She gasped, her nails digging into his shoulders as he filled her, stretching her, claiming her after what felt like an eternity apart.
"Move," she demanded, her voice breathless. "Fuck me. Make me feel it."
He didn't need to be told twice. He began to move, his hips snapping forward in a steady rhythm, his cock sliding in and out of her with a wet, slick sound that only fueled their desire. She met his thrusts, her hips rising to greet him, her body tightening around him with each stroke. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion—skin slapping, moans, and the occasional vulgarity that only added to the raw intensity of the moment.
"Harder," she urged, her back arching, her breasts heaving as he pounded into her. "Fuck me harder. Make me cum."
He growled, his hands gripping her hips tighter as he obliged, his thrusts becoming more urgent, more primal. She was a tempest beneath him, her body responding to his with a ferocity that matched his own. Her walls clenched around him, her pussy milking his cock as she neared the edge, her cries growing louder, more desperate.
"Cum for me," he commanded, his voice hoarse. "Let go. I want to feel it."
She shattered, her body convulsing as her orgasm ripped through her, her cries echoing in the room. He followed, his own release crashing over him as he thrust deep one final time, his seed spilling into her, filling her, marking her as his. Their cries mingled, their bodies trembling as they rode out the waves of pleasure, their hearts pounding in unison.
Breathless and spent, they collapsed onto the bed, their bodies still joined, their limbs tangled. He rolled onto his side, pulling her into his arms, his lips pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. She smiled, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she snuggled into his embrace, her hand resting on his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart.
"Ten days was too long," she murmured, her voice laced with contentment.
He chuckled, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on her back. "Too long," he agreed. "But worth it, if only for this."
She looked up at him, her smile soft yet mischievous. "Oh, we're not done yet," she promised. "This is just the beginning."
He raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a smirk. "I like the way you think."
Entwined and sated, they lay there, their bodies still humming with the aftermath of their passion, their hearts full with the knowledge that no matter the distance or time apart, they would always find their way back to each other. Her satisfied smile was a testament to the fulfillment of their longing, a silent promise of forever sealed with the intimacy of their reunion.