That's more like it

I got back from California over the weekend.

It was a short trip, only ten days, but apparently Thoth missed me.

I hadn't even put my suitcase down when he wrapped his arms around me from behind and started gnawing on my neck and slipping a hand into my shirt. It was like being mauled by an amorous Kodiak bear. A stubbly Kodiak bear.

I squirmed. Dude, I'm jetlagged. I need to brush my teeth. Give me five minutes.

He ignored me thoroughly, pulling my shirt over my head and cupping my breasts in his big hands, rubbing my nipples roughly through my bra.

Of course, I could be convinced...

I unbuttoned my jeans and he slid them down my hips. I kicked them aside (sorry, cat) and leaned back into him. He popped the front closure of my bra with easy skill and pushed me back onto the bed, stripping as he leaned over me and slid a hand into my panties. I wrapped my legs around him and used them to haul him onto the bed on top of me, his hand still wedged into my panties, flat against my pussy.

He began to suck and nibble the nearest nipple. I tried to reach for his cock, but the position blocked my access. He flicked one finger of his trapped hand against my clit, but I wasn't entirely wet yet and it was too much.

He rolled onto his side next to me. He's a lefty and loves to work on me with his dominant hand, so this is a fairly familiar position for us. I curled my fingers around his cock, but he pulled away and crouched between my legs, parting my pussy lips a little and grinning down at it.

He bent forward and licked me firmly a few times before sliding a finger into me. Now I was wet. He slicked my wetness all over my clit, then settled back beside me and jammed two fingers slowly into my pussy, kissing me hard while he did it. I seized his cock again, but I wasn't able to pay much attention to it. I was way too absorbed in the feeling of his fingers curling against my G spot. I dropped my hand to my clit and begain strumming it frantically, and within a minute I was coming for the first time in a week, moaning into his mouth as he kissed the orgasm out of me.

Neither of us let up the pace. I kept working my clit and he kept fucking me with his fingers. I stroked his cock whenever I could concentrate, which wasn't much. He didn't need much, though, pressing himself against me as I writhed around. I came again, and then again, little orgasms on the way to the Big One, panting and gasping, squeezing his fingers. I'd lost my grip on his cock, but he didn't seem to care as he made me come again and again, rubbing his cock against my stomach where sweat and my come had made my skin slick.

Without removing his fingers, he swung around and got on his knees between my legs so he could see what was going on down there. He always looks like he just got a really good birthday present when I come while he's watching that way. His cock twitched and he moved closer so that he could press it against my inner thigh. I raked my nipples with my nails, feeling the orgasm coming, all the sensation building from my knees to my tits and moving down, gathering in my pelvis, rushing together, and he was moving his fingers slowly against my G spot and I was rubbing my clit like I was trying to start a fire, and then I came, a big one, and I could feel myself gushing and hear myself yowling for what seemed like ten minutes.

Wow. I missed him too.

When I came back to myself a little he was grinning at me. Holy shit, I said weakly, is that all me? There were splashes of liquid on his chest and belly - too clear for semen.

All you. That was the coolest thing ever. Daaaamn.

I was amazed. I've never done that pornstar fire hose thing before. Jesus.

While I was still amazed at my own volume, he slid forward and slipped his entire cock into me with no resistance. Unnnhh, I said. He closed his eyes and fucked me very slowly for a few strokes, then came with a heartfelt groan. I was too drained to do much more than whimper.

He dabbed me tenderly with a towel, covered me with a sheet and let me pass out quietly. Glad you're back, he said as he kissed my forehead and went to take a shower.

Well, another shower. heh.

It's nice to be missed!