I wrote this missing someone special, hope you enjoy
Having danced since she was about 6, Andrea was very flexible and she didn’t let it go to waste, finding no trouble applying her skills to improve and spice up the already amazing sex she had with Jack. They hadn’t seen each other for three weeks and the last time they’d had sex, due to time constraints, had only lasted 5 minutes (although a very good five minutes) with their plans for their last time together before their separation being interrupted beforehand due to her premature time of the month. They were both very, very horny and had been sending each other nudes and saucy videos for the entire month. As soon as they got back to his bedroom they started undressing and pushing each other on the bed while kissing, trying to get as close as possible to each other to make up for their time apart. After only a few seconds they were both completely naked, his boner standing very much to attention, painfully so with its yearning to be inside her once again. He kissed her and entered her in one movement and her moan was very audible; it was a moan that had been there since their last time together and that had only being growing over the past few weeks, since his last time inside of her, with every picture of his erection she knew was for her that he sent, with every incomparable orgasm she’d had fingering herself, watching the videos he had sent of him wanking and cumming all over himself as he imagined her lips around his rod and looked at the images of her with her fingers inserted deep inside her, although never deep enough, never as deep or as hard or as big as the dick she had gotten so used to and missed with every climax, that loved so much, yearned for every day, every time she showered and got changed and talked to him so many miles away. They were almost eating each other’s faces with their urgency to be close as he kept up his thrusting. But it wasn’t enough foe either of them, they needed more, more of each other, more than missionary, more than the normal, they needed something special to satisfy themselves after such a build-up. He stopped and pulled out much to her protest and look of shock and sadness on her face. He pulled her arms and she sat up. He got up off the bed and pulled her arms again so that they were all standing, him, her and his member which was standing as tall as it could, almost trying to impress the waterfall that was between her legs. Then he grabbed her and pushed her roughly against the wall. He had had a lot of time to imagine things over the last three weeks, a lot of different scenarios had passed through his mind as he had wanked over his girlfriend but right now, right here, this is what took his fancy and even if she protested she was gonna get it and love him for it and plead for more afterwards; she was insatiable. She was a bit surprised as he grabbed and pushed her against the wall and frowned a bit but then he got on his knees. He didn’t need to do it as he certainly did not need to make her more wet as she was taking care of that all by herself with the excitement and expectation she was feeling, nothing could make her more wet then she was. He got on his knees because he missed her taste, the bitter nectar that while not the best of flavours, was the biggest aphrodisiac anyone could ever taste. Fuck oysters and honey, the taste of your girlfriend’s pussy, after months apart, the person you love and the thing you loved doing the most is no comparison. His tongue got to work taking in all the excess juices that she had produced which was, in short, a lot. Pushing her back against the wall and pointing her head up to the ceiling she raised one knee to give him and his tongue better access as the aperitif to the main course she wanted. It was satisfying but only wet her appetite so to speak, and she did not want to fill up on starters. She let go of his head that she had been stuffing into herself and yanked his hair up, extending her knee and raising her leg as she did so. He looked into her eyes, bit his lip, kissed her and bit her lip then shoved his cock right inside her. He anchored himself inside of her and pushed, pushed her against the wall so that he could get himself as far into her as possible and once his cock was all the way inside of her, as far as it could, he stopped. Now anchored between a rock and a hard place (you can decide which one is which), she looked him in the eyes and raised her other leg off the ground. She now had no feet on the ground but he was wedged against her so hard that she could easily do this and not fall. As he felt her other leg leave the ground his mouth opened in awe. He loved going out with a dancer, so flexible, so many possibilities. He had imagined this many times while touching himself and looking at the pictures she’d sent of her amazing nude body, her firm tits that weren’t big but were the perfect size for him to grab and pinch the nipples of, the vagina that he had had so much pleasure out of. However, he had never thought this would actually happen and now that it was he was almost at a loss of what to do with himself but there was only really one thing to do: fuck her. And fuck her he did, as hard and as fast as he could as her moans echoed in his ears and almost deafened him with their volume. He had never felt her like this, with both her legs off the ground and her knees by her shoulders, her pussy was as tight as tight could be, and seeing as she was usually tight anyway this was really something amazing. Her vaginas grip on his girth was otherworldly and exactly what they needed upon seeing each other again, they neared climax together but she just beat him to the finish line, screaming his name and telling him in the name of god not to stop, never to stop. But then his turn came and it came hard. His hard on twitched inside of her and on an outward stroke started to spurt so that when he went back inwards again his knees buckled and he felt himself leaning against her for support to stay upright. The held like that for a moment, him on her, her on the wall, only his feet on the ground. He continued moving his hips as best he could but the trusts were nowhere near as hard and strong as before without being able to use his whole body, his legs and knees and with his energy completely drained after the orgasm as if it had ejaculated out his knob along with his semen. However, his little trusts were enough stimulation to keep the orgasm going and go on it did, almost as long as hers but not quite, never quite. Leaning against her they were very close face to face and he kissed her a loving and romantic kiss for the first time in weeks (now that they had been satiated and the lust and their libidos had calmed down, the passion could be toned down and they could express themselves and their emotions more). He broke the kissed and told her he had missed her to which her reply was another kiss. Then she broke it and said, “so when’s round two?”.
He opened his eyes as he stopped wanking as his cum hit himself in his chin. He would be with her in a couple of days and he couldn’t wait.