With my recent travels to America, my jetlag after coming home and the New Years celebrations with my family, I’ve had very little time to meet up with my lover. Today however our schedules freed up, so after work my lover came over and being impatient we end up having sex on the kitchen floor.
I receive a text on my phone asking me if I’m free. Right now I’m not, but I’ve missed physical contact and so I reply that I am. It takes 25 minutes for him to arrive at my place from his work place, which is enough time for me to pop into the shower.
I am drying my hair, wearing my pyjamas when he knocks on the door. I know it must be him because my housemates are working late today. As I open the door, I feel myself being swept up into his strong arms, and whirled around so that he is inside and I have my back to the door which he closes with his arm.
I feel myself being pushed back against the door, lifted up to the point that I’m on my tip toes. He tilts my head up with his hand and I taste his mouth on mine. We kiss deeply, our tongues meshing against each other, his teeth nibbling slightly at my top lip and I grip my hands in his shirt, pulling him closer into me.
I come up for air, breathing heavily, his face is pressed against mine as we take a moment to calm down. The moment doesn’t last long however, and we pull away from the door but still in a tight embrace.
We make it half way down the hallway before i am topless, and his coat and tie is strewn on the floor behind us. I am trying desperately to undo his shirt buttons and manage to undo them all as we stumble into the kitchen.
I’m confused as to why we’re in the kitchen rather than my bedroom which is just across the hallway. He lifts me up and sit me on the counter, and I wrap my legs around him, bent down so that I can still kiss him.
His head is now at the perfect height for him to take my breasts into his mouth, and he plays with rolling my nipples with his tongue, or sucking on my breast and pulling on them first gently, then more roughly until I cry out.
His hands are around on my back to keep my balanced as he continues to his sensual assault on my breasts, and then I feel him start to kiss further down, until he is almost kneeling. He pushes my shorts down, over my knees and spreads my legs out on the kitchen counter.
I close my eyes, embarrassed of the position I am in, on display for him to see, and so it catches me off guard a little when his tongue laps over my clit lightly. Instinctively I close my legs, but he pries them open with his hands and instead increases the rhythm of his tongue, almost as punishment.
My hands grip the edge of the counter as I try to maintain balance, although the waves of pleasure are rocking. The sensation builds up and up until I feel unable to contain them. My legs are shaking. My hands are shaking and I’m unable to hold the moans of pleasure in.
I don’t have to worry though because he decides that this is enough, and instead stands up and helps me stand up also, although my legs are weak and shaking. I think that maybe now we will go to my bedroom, but as I turn around to face away from him I feel his arms snaked around and pull me back against him.
I stand still for a moment, and I feel the full hardness of his erection against my back. He rubs is against me a little and I stand still because it feels nice. I hear his zip undo, and he pulls out his cock and presses it between my butt cheeks.
It feels holt, but velvety. It feels nice and I can’t help but wiggle a little against him. There is, oddly enough, a towel that is drying on a rack in the kitchen, and I make a snap decision to take it off the rack and put it on the floor.
I then go down on all fours, pressing my breast down but lifting my ass up as high as I can, presenting it to him. I’ve never really done this before, it feels very wanton and slutty, but it works and he gets down behind me.
I feel his cock rub up, back and forth against me. He’s toying with me, knowing that I want to feel him inside me but not giving me what I want. Instead he simply teases, driving me crazy. I love this game. I hate this game. I wish he would fuck me already.
By the time he does slip inside me, I’m so wound up from the teasing that I almost climax instantaneously. It doesn’t throw him off, rather it has the opposite effect and spurs him on. He pushes into my roughly, and I love it. I love the feel of him slamming into me from behind, his hands grabbing on my ass, helping him drive into me deeper.
I love the sound of his body hitting mine, the sound of my moans and the way my voice catches every time there’s contact, almost as if it pushes me one octave higher. My moans get faster but less audible as he continues faster, harder into me.
The waves of pleasure are building up again, and this time the feeling is so intense I can do very little other than to close my eyes tightly and enjoy the feeling. He starts to push into my harder, one, two deep strokes and I know he’s going to cum. I cry out, so loudly that for a moment I’m scared my housemates can hear me have sex on the kitchen floor, but I remember that non of them are in.
The sensation of him filling me up, hot liquid shooting inside me, it’s incredible and I climax a second time as I feel him push as deeply into me as he can. We stay together like that for a while, our bodies joined but sweating and shivering together. Finally we get up and go to my room where we both collapse on the bed.