Six Months After The Affair - The Sex

So after not seeing each other for six months, we had the opportunity to see each other again in my hotel room. I was so relieved and excited that she was full of desire for me.

We began by kissing in the bed - deeply, urgently.. I was overcome with joy that we were together again. Every now and then it was like her touch would send a bolt of electricity through me and I'd pause, wide-eyed... then she would cover my face and neck with assuring kisses and move her nurturing arms over me. Although I had wanted to draw it out, I plunged my cock into her, and finally felt at home again. We continued kissing as I kept thrusting into her, needing to be as deep inside her as possible.

After a while, I was desperate to taste her. I moved down her body, stopping only to suck on her lovely breasts. I gazed hungrily at her open pussy - I'd often fantasised about tasting it again and now I was finally going to have my feast. I licked it, moving my tongue over her responsive clit. I found myself lost in it, as we both moaned with pleasure. I glanced up and saw that her back was arched - I liked this; it was a sign that she was enjoying herself. Her moans increased and she reached her first orgasm. I kinda wanted to keep going, but I also needed her kisses... So I moved back up her body and sunk my eager erection inside her pussy while we kissed again. After fucking her like this for a while I got thirsty for her pussy again, so moved down and licked her to another orgasm.

Again, I pushed inside her wet pussy - my home - and put my arms around her while we kissed. We flipped over and she offered me one breast at a time to suck on. I love this - I felt like a baby eagle, reaching up desperately for nourishment from its mother. She was mothering me at this moment, supplying my need. She backed down onto my cock again and I grabbed her sexy ass as she began to grind back and forth. Sometimes it would get almost too much for me - like I was going to faint with pleasure - and she would slow down and give me those assuring little kisses.

She got off and moved down my body, gripping the base of my cock and licking up the shaft. She put it into her mouth and sucked as I moaned in delight. I recall thinking to myself: How on earth does she make it feel so good? She had great suction and looked like she was genuinely enjoying herself. I wanted to cum in her mouth - I love it so much when she swallows my cum... But with her I'm always dancing on the precipice between two distinct pleasures - hot sweaty sexiness on the one hand, and passionate romance on the other. Sex with her flips back and forth between these, and at this point my desire to fill her mouth with a hot load of cum flipped to the romantic desire to kiss her while making love again.

I pushed her onto her back and plunged inside her again, and by the minute flipped between those two pleasures - fucking her hard like my personal fuckdoll, and kissing and loving her like my baby girl. After a while, I moved her legs together and put mine outside hers, clamping my cock against her clit. This is my favourite position for us to do. She felt outrageously wet - super slippery with her creamy fluids.. this aroused me even more and I slammed into her, fucking her hard. I grabbed her head between my arms, hugging her to myself as my possession. It was animalistic, as I held her tight and plunged into her sopping pussy. Eventually her moans built up and she erupted into a beautiful orgasm. But I wanted more. I can't remember if she had one or two more, but I do remember that as she was building up to an orgasm, I was pushed over the edge and told her I was going to come. When I was fantasising about this moment, I had thought about pulling out and cumming on her breasts or in her mouth, but when the moment came there was only one choice: I NEEDED to erupt deep inside her pussy while she was orgasming. So we came together, and I felt an amazing release as I gushed all of my desire into her.

We were a sweaty mess, and as we recovered, we held each other and talked, catching up on the last few months. For me, this was just as important as the sex - I love sharing with her, talking to her about everything and nothing. Eventually it was time for her to go back home, telling her husband she'd been at art class while my cum leaked from her swollen pussy.