by Viva Fox
Almost the moment I hit the bed, it was as though my clothes began to melt away from me, dissolving to the floor and leaving me hotter than ever in my nudity, my bra, my panties, everything stripped away, so that I was wet and sweaty and vulnerable, yet oh so willing to be taken by him.
Then, he peeled off his shirt, and even now the memory of the fabric peeling away from his massive, toned chest sends goosebumps shooting across my skin. His massive pecs thudded with his breath as his arms seized a hold of my waist, taking a firm grip on me as he began to lower his head down between my legs.
I cringed, eyes wide, pushing up from the bed as his lips kissed those of my pussy for the first time, surprising me, not expecting oral sex on his part this very early on in the relationship. I sure as hell wasn't complaining about the fact, of course, as he dug his capable tongue deep into my cunt like a spade, twisting through me and shifting the earth of my body around, swiping through the floral folds and nibbling on me so perfectly that I thought I might meet an untimely demise before all was said and done.
His head bobbed rhythmically between my trembling thighs as he ate me, forcing my legs to close, to collapse around his precious skull with a vice-like force, nearly crushing the beautiful man, as at last he hit the sweetest of sweet spots, and sent wave after wave of sweet, splendid orgasm shooting uncontrollably through my body.
Finally, he pulled his lips out of me, and climbed up from the bed, his hand on his jeans as he extricated himself from them, his erection, at this point, hot and hard and more than ready to be put to good use. I think he had it in his mind that he was going to mount me on top, and push down inside me, but so great was my desire for him that I climbed up on top of him and pinned him down almost the instant his flesh hit the sheets.
Straddling him cowgirl style, my abdomen gyrated, and my pelvis ground up against him, stretching out my trembling cunt with the force of his cock, slamming my body into him, moaning, my head spinning, as I bounced up and down on top of the beautiful bastard like a damn pogo stick.
Every muscle in my body rang with exhaustion by the time all was said and done, as I smashed down one final time on top of him and held myself there, allowing myself to be filled up with his essence as he ejaculated inside me, and my body rang with orgasm yet again.
And now, in real life, as the memory reached its climax, I found myself moaning, head spinning on the verge of bursting away, as the vibrations of the dildo sent me flying over the edge.
At last, I slid the artificial cock out from inside me, panting and exhausted with desire, and having almost forgotten that I'd been filming this all the entire time.
I sat there, catching my breath for several seconds, and squeezing my naked body together as though trying to collapse in on myself, suddenly very embarrassed about all of this. But, I knew, I'd already filmed the whole thing, and though I could have easily deleted it, I decided that, somehow, it was far too important to get rid of.
The sadness of missing him washed over me once again as I looked into the camera eye, breathing, and pretending that it was his own.
“I love you babe...” I whispered at last, “And I miss you so much... Please come home soon...”
And with that, I uploaded the video as an e-mail attachment, and sent it flying halfway around the world.
Once all was said and done, I began to feel an incredible sense of disappointment wash over me. As much as I'd enjoyed making the video for my husband, and as close as it had made me feel to him as it all unfolded, the afterglow of my own self-abuse felt cold and unsatisfying, leaving me wanting so much more than I knew was mine to be had.
I wanted Danny- not just the long forgotten memories that could still fuel my masturbatory fantasies, but the flesh and blood him. I longed for his embrace, for his so long awaited return to my life, and yet I knew that, in reality, his return to me was about as far off as I could imagine.
Even the thought of it made me shudder, forced me to hug myself for security as I slipped beneath the blankets and closed my eyes.
And for so long, that was essentially how I passed my days. They seemed to span on forever, leaving me waiting impatiently for the return of his touch, of his warmth beside me in bed, of his arms squeezing me tightly and never letting go.
I began to think it would never happen, that I was merely clinging onto hope for something that was a sheer impossibility. It really began to take its toll on me, and even in those fleeting moments when the two of us spoke to one another through webcam, I was left feeling so cut off from the man I loved that it might have been better not to have spoken with him at all.
And then, suddenly, one day he was with me again.
It had taken me completely off guard, surprising the hell out of me, and I was speechless at the sight of him standing there in front of the house, in full military regalia, and with a smile on his face that fully acknowledged his massive surprise.
I thought, in my sheer puzzlement, that it must have been a mirage of some kind, and I waited with baited breath, anxious to see whether or not this could genuinely be the case.
But then, God help me, he began to move forward, to step in my direction, to get nearer and nearer, and my heart began to race again. It was clear, as he moved toward me, that this was no simple mirage, and I felt myself losing feeling in my legs, not entirely sure how to respond to his looming presence as he came nearer and nearer and nearer, forever closer to touching down, and me still helpless and stupefied as to how the hell I should react. I felt nervous and insanely excited.
But, for all my uncertainty, at the moment of his arrival, I found myself collapsing into his arms, falling into him, and more than willing to lose myself in the long forgotten warmth of his embrace. Tears began to flow in abundance, and I kissed him passionately, scarcely able to believe it was really him standing before me and, now that his touch had at last been restored to me, finding myself completely unable to satiate my appetite for him.
“God... Oh God... I missed you so much...” I gasped through my tears.
“God, I love you... I love you more than anything in the world...”
Those were about the only things the two of us managed to speak to one another through the suction of our lips on one another, pressing and twisting and unable to pull ourselves apart, his taste something I missed even greater than I'd realized prior to now.
My body suddenly ached for him, and I craved intimacy with him, needing to know beyond a doubt that he was really real, that everything I thought was happening was in fact true and tangible. Of course, there were so many questions buzzing through my mind as well- why hadn't he told me he was coming home?
Had it simply been his goal to surprise me, and if so how long had he planned to do so? How long would he be staying, or would I have to say goodbye again just as quickly as I said hello?
But for right now, all of that was secondary, and all of it seemed as though it could wait until the two of us had thoroughly reunited, in mind, in body, and in soul...
Gasping, we hurled our bodies into the house, not even fully closing the door behind us in our excitement, but leaving it just slightly ajar as we paced our way through the halls. Bandit was jumping up and down beneath our feet as Danny spirited me away, and it occurred to me, in the back of my mind, that this place at last felt like a home again, after so long of feeling so hollow and so empty.
My initial thought was that we were heading for the bedroom; however, Danny was steering me toward the bathroom instead, and I wasn't about to fight him over it.
There, to Bandit's disappointment, we closed ourselves inside, and instantly he was on me harder and hotter than ever. He seized my ass and pulled it forward into his pelvis, so fiercely that I could feel the thickness of an erection digging into my stomach, and my breasts pooled up against his rock solid chest.
I began to unbutton him from his uniform, my hands trembling as I did so, until at last I managed to free him from its confines, and began to slide my fingers along the cotto
n of the tank top he wore underneath.
He, in turn, brought his hands forward, and began to squeeze my breasts, almost in imitation of the video I'd sent him, I thought, and I tilted my head back, eyes closed, moaning with sweet, sweet satisfaction.
He leaned in, then, and planted his lips onto my neck, sinking his teeth into me, feeding on my flesh as though it was the most delectable thing on God's earth. Once he'd gotten his fill, lapping up tears and perspiration and the sweetness of my skin that lay beneath it all, he reached over momentarily to switch on the faucet of the shower, the scalding water pouring down and a thick white cloud of steam beginning immediately to fog up the cramped room.
And, appropriately enough, things began to heat up in earnest from here. Though the underlying current of our tearful reunion still remained, it was quickly being overtaken by a sense of awakened carnal lust, explicit and without softness, a desire to fuck, to be taken, to be possessed, and to pound our bodies together so passionately that they might never become detached again.
He peeled out of his clothes, all the way down to his tight little underwear, which bulged and teased around the immense, thickened obstacle of his massive hard-on, the log of its shaft and the tulip shaped tip blazing evidently at me through the fabric, and causing me to drip with want for his glorious treasures inside my trembling body.
And soon, his hands were creeping onto myself as well, peeling me out of my clothes, sliding off one article after the other, each grazing of his touch against my skin far sweeter and more potent than the last.
Before I knew it, I was down to my lingerie, and the palms of his hands came sliding along my taut, stomach, slipping beneath the fabric of my panties, and the fingers clenching down hard, grabbing handfuls of the flesh against my thighs, so that I found myself shaking from head to toe.
His fingers slid toward the center then, creeping toward the treasure in between my thighs. I braced myself, preparing for him to touch down and to destroy me with his glorious love, but he stopped short quite suddenly, crippling me by stopping just short of the mark, and instead bringing his palms back up to the lacy black fabric of my panties.
He stripped me completely naked, then, washing away the fabric of my underwear, and then sliding me out of my bra as well, taking a considerable moment to cherish my tits as he held them in his hands, suckling reverently on them, and his tongue rolling around the nipples in such a way that I thought I might pass out with the pleasure of sensation.
With a last stroke of fabric, he shed his own tight underwear, and I gazed, stunned, at the thick, swinging pendulum of his erection, his penis sheer perfection, and his scrotum with such a loving essence for me that it made me quiver to consider it.
He took me by the hand into the shower, and I loved watching this muscular body get wet and slippery before my eyes. Droplets trickled through the crevices in his pectoral muscles, dribbling through the agonizing rungs of his six-pack abdominals, slicing through the deeply entrenched v-lines of his Adonis muscles. God, how I wanted him...
And as though reading my mind clearly as day, he pulled me into himself once more, kissing me passionately, and our two hearts beating almost in unison as we consumed and ravished one another's drenched, naked bodies. Down below, his cock was pressed firmly up against my stomach, and he began to grind himself up against me as we made out like newlyweds.
As though to pull himself even closer, he grabbed a vicious handful of thigh, and hoisted my leg up around his waist, and I loved being taken so roughly in this manner, man-handled by his huge, well-trained muscles, worked into whatever configuration best suited him, and his domination, in turn, pleasing me to no end.
We kissed for some time beneath the heat of the shower, and slowly I began to sweep my fingers down along his body, angling for his prize beneath the belt, and clutching a firm handful of his long hot cock, squeezing onto his glorious shaft as though for dear life.
I began to stroke him, to put all of my focus on his pleasure, which in turn began to satisfy myself as well. I loved the flowing of the skin of his shaft from his engorged purple tip to his base, like a warm, soothing liquid almost, and though my wrist began to grow tired after some time of this, my desire to please him utterly easily overshadowed my slight physical discomfort.
After having our eyes closed for so long, slowly the two of us opened up, and gazed into one another, studying fiercely, as though trying to recollect forgotten faces. We began to get lost in one another, and slowly I moved in to him, putting my lips once more onto his.
The kiss was soft, tender this time around, but it didn't last especially long. Instead, I pulled back away from him after only a matter of seconds, and instead of his mouth this time, I moved my kiss just the slightest bit lower, landing on his chin this time around.
Further down, planting one on his neck, then several across his broad, sumptuous chest. Then down along his abs.
On my knees, now, on the floor of the shower, I gave the shaft of his erection a last few strokes of the wrist, letting saliva ooze from my between my lips and onto him, though most of the lubrication I intended from this was washed away by the pouring hot water.
Slowly, I extended my tongue, lightly sliding the warm, pink thing along the edge of his shaft, like licking an envelope, and giving him a very tiny sampling of what was about to happen. I could tell that he was holding his breath, tensed up and braced in preparation, and after a few last strokes along his wet dick, I knew that he was ready to be consumed.
I parted my jaws wide, allowing my heated breath to blow into him as I leaned in forward, and closed my mouth along him. My lips dissolved, wet and slippery, around the course of his penis, inhaling him to his base, until at last I felt his throbbing purple tip touch down against the back of my throat.
I was somewhat out of practice when it came to the art of fellatio, and accordingly I gagged just the least bit for the first few seconds of containing him down the hot crook of my throat. But I slowly recalled the process of relaxing myself, and managed with some effort, then, to suppress my gag reflex.
Then, gradually, I began to suck on him, pulling my face back along his erection, building up a furious suction as I made my way up to his tip, and then snapping my lips free, evoking an intense, loving sigh from the man up above.
God, how I loved his satisfaction, and how it provoked me to further pursue his own sweet carnal satisfaction. I began to suck him rhythmically, twisting my tongue around and all over him as I downed and slipped back up his cock, each tapping against the back of my neck more sensual and more perfect than the last, and the intimacy of the act so pure for me in that moment that I thought I might never grow tired of servicing him in this manner.
After some time of this, I could feel him beginning to pulse, to throb inside me, and I pulled back, mouth open, eyes looking up at him, as he prepared to unleash himself all over me. He came, abundantly, ejaculating into my mouth, and across my face, the taste of his sperm like some life-sustaining gift, filling me up and reassuring me, above all, that the moment we shared was as real and as wonderful as I'd believed it to be.
I licked some of the excess cum from my cheeks, pleasing him as it stretched in sticky strings and remained affixed to my skin, then leaned in to suck the last few drops of essence from his engorged purple tip.
He picked me up, then, and cleaned me off, and the two of us exited the shower, scarcely able to keep off of one another as we dried ourselves off, and snuck away to the bedroom with bath towels scarcely covering our privates- as though somehow we thought we might offend Bandit with our nudity on the way through.
Once inside, Danny's cock was still too drained from that first ejaculation to perform immediately, and so instead I settled happily for allowing him to go down on me, dipping his head between my warm, naked thighs, and sucking on my wet pussy like candy.
His tongue twisted and lapped through the floral folds in that special way he had of doing so, and it was every bit as good as it had been during o
ur first time together- if not even more so.
Soon, I was trembling with an orgasm of my own, crushing his head with my legs as I shot through the roof with climax, and then slowly drifting back down, my body twitching on the bed, and my eyes lighting up as I spotted Danny sporting an erection, ready and willing to be pushed into my body once again.
I opened my body up for him, splaying myself wide and inviting him over to me, with an inviting look in my bedroom eyes that could not have made my intentions clearer. Accordingly, he climbed up onto me, mounting my body like an animal, and I loved his heat, his clambering weight on top of me, and I could feel itself awakening something primal inside me.
He was preparing to penetrate me, to slide into my pussy and fuck away. I was beginning to burn with want for him at the simple touch of his cock at my opening.
Jesus how I loved the feeling of him going up inside me.
He began to pound me, to take me harder than he ever had before, and my body rang with sensation, filled up by his immensity as he thrust himself repeatedly into me, and yet I felt incapable of getting enough, wanting more and more with each progressive thrust, every nerve in my body on fire with sensations.
And finally, after so long of this, he began to cum once again, filling me up with his seething essence, and causing me to burst with orgasm, harder and more thorough than I'd ever before had the pleasure of experiencing it, my spine arching and my nerves glowing as I shot through the roof, our reunion as thorough and as beautiful as I could ever have hoped it to be.
At last, then, he pulled out of me, wrapping my weary, sweat-soaked body in his arms, and the two of us kissing for some time, until at last we found ourselves drifting off gradually into sleep. And somehow, through the words were never spoken, I knew that our lives would never again be pulled apart as they had been in the past, and that the man I loved was now here to stay.