Kate couldn’t sleep. Her nude body was curled beneath the comforter on her side with her knees drawn up in the fetal position, her ass and pussy exposed and hopelessly empty.
She missed Oliver terribly. He was on a job, and she had no idea when he would be home. It had already been two weeks. When he was out, he usually didn’t have time to call. His job with the CIA was classified and all. He also probably didn’t want her to worry about him.
Oliver would be home eventually. For now, Kate focused on trying to sleep, but her cunt yearned for him. She did her best not to touch herself; she wanted to wait for Oliver. When she’d wait, it made the sex that much sweeter and satisfying when he did come home.
Kate squeezed her legs together as her mind wandered to Oliver and his hands. How they felt ghosting over her skin, or how they slid into her cunt, coaxing out her sticky, sweet pleasure. Her pussy fluttered at the thought. No, Kate. Go to sleep, she thought. Sneaking a glance at the clock, 11:43 glowed red in the dark. Ugh.
She sat up and took a drink of water from the glass on the nightstand and settled back in, turned away from the door and the clock that mocked her. Her mind whirred, and she did the best she could to soothe it. At some point she must have finally fallen asleep because a hot, naked body pressed against her back, and muscular arms snaked around her middle, grazing her bare breasts. Hot breath ghosted across her ear and a coarse beard tickled her neck.
“Mm, daddy’s home,” his deep voice dripped off his tongue like honey. His voice sent a spark arcing down her spine to detonate at her pussy. Kate wrapped her arms around his and sleepily sighed, wiggling her ass into him, his half-mast cock nestling between her ass cheeks.
“Oliver.”
“That’s right, baby. I’ve missed you,” he said before he kissed her neck, and his hands began to roam. His fingers found one pert nipple to roll between them and his other hand moved lower. He continued to kiss and nibble at her neck as his fingers found her cleft. “Did you miss me?” Oliver’s fingers slipped between her folds, making her suck in a breath.
Kate shifted her body to open her legs up wider, giving him better access. The soft wan light from the open window illuminated Oliver’s face in the darkness.
“Oh, you did miss me, my love,” he said as he pulled his fingers through her pussy, gathering her slick. He licked his fingers clean, like she was the finest dessert. “So fuckin’ sweet,” he murmured into her neck before he threw back the covers and climbed on top of her.
Kate’s arms and legs wrapped around Oliver, urging him to plunge his cock into her. She felt it hanging heavy and hot just inches from her promised land as their mouths devoured one another. Rolling her hips to make contact, and that one light brush of his searing cock against her pussy forced a sound from Oliver’s throat. She swallowed his protest as she tried to seek more contact. Oliver finally pulled away, panting.
“Not yet, baby. I’ve missed you, and I need to taste you first.” His hazel eyes glittered above her before he kissed her again. Oliver left a trail of wet, blazing kisses down her body. Kate spread her legs so Oliver could settle between them. He grabbed her thighs and shifted her hips, opening her up even more. The soft glow from the window glinted off her soaked, needy cunt as Oliver just stared. Her vulnerability laid bare and desperate for him. He paused just to look at her.
“Oliver, please,” she whined.
“Just a moment, my love. I just wanted to take in the sight of you. You’re so fucking gorgeous spread wide for me. Your shiny cunt is begging to be savored,” he said before he dipped his head to tease at her slit with the tip of his tongue. A sob escaped Kate’s chest.
“Fuck, Oliver…” Kate’s ears throbbed in time with her heart and clit, her embarrassment quickly forgotten when Oliver buried his face in her pussy. He feasted on her like a starving man. Her hands threaded through his messy black hair as she let the sensations of his mouth take her over. The embers inside her roared to life with every stroke of his tongue.
Kate moaned and raked her nails across Oliver’s scalp as he paid particular attention to her needy little clit. He altered between firm flicks and soft laps. Each movement fanned the flames inside her. Oliver’s fingers teased her slit as he continued to lavish attention on her nub. He slipped two thick fingers in, tearing a deep moan from Kate’s throat.
“God… fuck… Oliver…” she choked out as he crooked his fingers to reach that delectable little spot inside. Kate’s hips rolled to meet his fingers. The fire threatened to explode into an inferno at his firm but gentle encouragement. “I’m… fuck…” Oliver lifted his mouth, but his fingers never stopped. His eyes rolled to look at her.
“You gonna come for me, Kate?” He asked before he set his mouth on her again. He flicked and sucked at her.
“Y-yes… fuuuck!” she cried when his tongue flicked across her clit at a fervent pace while his fingers continued to caress her inner walls. “I’m… I’m…” she moaned as her orgasm exploded. Oliver’s eyes stayed on her face. Kate’s face contorted in beautiful agony, illuminated by the soft light from the window.
“Good girl, Kate,” he rumbled. Oliver worked her cunt through the waves of bliss until she was a whimpering, quivering mess. Her thighs clamped around his head as she pulled at his hair.
“St-stop… oh my god.” Oliver laughed, his mouth still lapping lazily at her pussy. The vibration of his laugh made her vision go fuzzy. “Oliver… shit…” Another laugh rumbled out of him as he kissed his way back up her body to lie next to her.
“I can’t wait to fuck that gorgeous little cunt of yours,” he said before he kissed her. Kate tasted herself on his tongue as he licked the cave of her mouth. Their tongues wrestled and hands wandered until she was breathless.
“N-not yet,” she panted. He raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, no?” She pushed him down, so he laid on his back and leaned over him.
“No. You got to taste me first, now I get to taste you.” Kate kissed him again and made her way down his nude torso, licking and kissing every inch of skin in her path.
Kate settled between his legs, but didn’t touch his cock yet. She ran her hands along his thighs, stopping short of his erogenous zone. Leaning down, she kissed one hip and then the other, still avoiding his cock.
“Fuck, love, the anticipation is killing me here,” he grumbled. Kate giggled. She loved to tease him, and normally she would draw it out until he became so impatient he would just grab her by the hair and fuck her throat, but she wanted to taste him, savor him, too. Kate gripped his cock and gave it a few slow, firm strokes, making him grunt.
“If you like that, you’ll love this,” she said before she closed her mouth over his leaky tip.
“Ahh, fuck, babe…” he mumbled. His hot, velvety flesh slipped past her lips to the back of her throat. Her tongue swirled and undulated against his cock as she drew it back out. “Christ, Kate…” Oliver murmured as his hand threaded through her hair.
Kate’s hand gripped the base of his cock as she bobbed on the tip and then slid her mouth down to meet her hand. She combined her touches; stroking and sucking him. She hummed as she worked, and Oliver’s fist tightened in her hair.
The tempo of her attentive service increased, her hand and mouth moving quickly in tandem. Her clit throbbed and her pussy leaked as she worked his cock in her hand and mouth. She loved to make him feel good. She couldn’t wait for him to fuck her, but she needed more of his desperate noises first.
“Kate…” he groaned. She ignored his protest and continued to work him at a feverish pace. “Fuck,” he whined. His hand gripped her hair so tight it made her scalp tingle. He pulled her off of him and made her look at his face.
“You’re going to make me come if you keep that up.” Kate wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before she grinned.
“Well, that just won’t do, because I need to fuck you.”
“You’re going to fuck me, are you?” Oliver asked, incredulous. Kate crawled on top of him, trapping his cock against his belly between them. She leaned down and kissed him.
“I’m gonna fuck you so good,” she purred. “But first…” she said before she ground her hips on his trapped cock. Her slick pussy slid along his length as she continued to tease him. Oliver grunted as his hands settled on her hips. Kate’s rhythm increased, and he lifted her up, so her pussy was no longer touching him.
“Enough teasing. I need your tight cunt wrapped around my cock,” he growled before he lined himself up with her entrance. Oliver let her go and his cock impaled Kate’s pussy. She yelped with surprise as she sunk down until his cock was completely sheathed within her.
“Fuck, Oliver,” she panted. The way her cunt stretched around him stole the breath from her lungs. He filled her perfectly. Once she took a moment to gather herself, she rocked her hips. Kate started slowly, and she watched bliss wash over Oliver’s features.
“Christ Kate, your cunt’s incredible,” he murmured as he still gripped her hips. She leaned over him, her breasts hung pendulous and heavy above his face, waiting to be sucked and teased. Oliver’s hands moved from her hips up her back, around to her front, palming and massaging her tits. He dipped his head and took one stiff peak into his mouth and sucked, tearing a moan from Kate. He switched sides, and she keened as she rolled her hips against him.
Kate sat up and increased the undulation of her hips. His hands slipped back down to grip her at her waist, and he pulled and pushed her, encouraging her to fuck him harder and faster. His hips rose to meet hers, making her whimper when he’d hit the right spot.
Slowing her pace again, she didn’t want this to end yet. Kate was close, but she needed more. Oliver’s hips slowed in time with hers. She watched his face; his mouth slightly open, his eyes closed, lost in the moment. His body glistened in the wan light seeping in from the window, a thin sheen of sweat that coated his freckled skin. He was beautiful like this, and the way his cock fit her was like coming home. His eyes opened as she slowed her pace to an easy roll. A lazy smile broke over his lips.
“What?” he asked. The way he looked beneath her and the way he felt inside her filled her heart nearly to bursting.
“I love you.” His smile widened as his hands danced up her back, pulling her down to his lips.
“I fucking love you,” he said before he kissed her. His tongue slid over hers as she rode him; it was an intoxicating mix of sensations. He nibbled at her lips as his hands gripped her shoulders.
Oliver sat up, and Kate shifted her legs, circling his waist. He pulled her body against his as he thrusted up into her, and she rode him. Kate’s breasts pressed against Oliver’s chest as they writhed against each other. The friction of his chest hair on her taut nipples made her moan. Half-moon indentations adorned the skin of his shoulders where she held on to him.
Kate’s body tensed; her muscles winding up. The tension built with each stroke of him inside her, threatening to fling her over the edge into a sea of ecstasy. She tried to slow his hips, but he was chasing his own climax, still pumping into her at a fervent pace.
“N-not yet. I don’t want to come yet,” Kate panted. “I need…” she trailed off before she let go of his shoulders and pulled away. Kate shuffled back to nestle between his legs again. Her hand on his chest pushed him back into a laying position as she took him into her mouth again. Their flavors mingled on his cock. It was a savory and heady mix of them both.
“Kate… fuck,” he rumbled as she flicked her tongue against the crown of his cock. Kate’s hand twisted up and down his length as she lavished the head with attention. Oliver’s hips bucked up into her touch, desperate for more. She loved when he had a tough time controlling himself under her service. Her other hand cupped and massaged his balls gently as her mouth and hand continued to work as one.
Every twist of her hand and sup of her mouth on him pulled delicious sounds from Oliver’s throat. He moaned, groaned, cursed, and even whimpered, though he’d never admit it. His sounds of bliss made her cunt ache for his cock and spurred her on.
“Christ, doll…” he mumbled. Kate drew out his pleasure as much as she could until his hand was in her hair again, pulling her off. Oliver sat up, panting, and his eyes were dark as he stared at her.
“Fucking hell, girl. If I’m gonna come, it’s gonna be in that sweet little cunt of yours,” he growled. Kate’s pussy clenched. She loved it when Oliver took control, but she couldn’t help but sass him. Kate gave him wide, innocent eyes.
“Oh, you mean this sweet little cunt?” she asked before slipping two fingers into her mouth and then into her pussy. Kate moaned and whined as she fingerfucked herself.
“You’re just asking for it, pet,” Oliver growled before he made it to a kneeling position, dragging her with him. His grip on her hair was still tight. It prickled her scalp deliciously, sending goose bumps skittering across her skin, tightening her nipples into little buds.
“Ahh,” she moaned as he manhandled her by the hair. Oliver turned Kate so her back was flush with his front before he let her hair go. His hand traveled from her shoulder to her breast. He gave it a squeeze as his other hand closed around her throat.
“Brace yourself, love,” he grunted before he let her go, and pushed her torso into the mattress, her ass in the air. Her pussy throbbed, desperate for him to fuck her again. He nudged her legs open with his own, exposing her dripping slit. “Oh, look how pretty that is. Your cunt is just oozing for me,” he said before he ran his cock through her sticky folds. Oliver teased her entrance, half pushing in and backing off.
“Oliver, just fuck me!” she cried. He plunged his cock into her, making her wail. “Oh, fuck!” His fingers dug into her hips as he pounded into her, his cock sinking to the hilt on every drive. “Yes, yes, yes,” she cried.
Oliver gave her one last hard thrust before he backed off to an easier pace. One hand moved from her hip to her lower back and then lower. His thumb circled her asshole before a warm bead of saliva hit her there. Oliver circled her puckered hole before pushing in gently with his thumb. Kate cried out as her hips pushed back to meet his thrusts.
“Look at you, Katie, holes stuffed full, and you still want more. You’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?” Kate just whined in response, and Oliver slapped her ass. “Aren’t you?” he asked a little louder. Her face was pressed to the mattress, her mind fuzzy with bliss. She had to think hard to form the words for him.
“I’m… your good… slut,” she mumbled.
“Yeah, you are,” he said as he pounded into her again, harder and faster now, and he wiggled his thumb in her ass.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” she sobbed. The tension built again; her muscles shook as her orgasm gathered momentum inside.
“Is my good little slut going to come? I feel you trembling, Kate.”
“Yes, please, please, please,” she begged. Kate didn’t think she could hold out even if she wanted to.
“Alright come for me, my good little slut,” Oliver said as he upped his tempo. He slammed into her, pulling grunts and whimpers from her with every thrust. Two more thrusts and the tension let go, and she shot like an arrow into a sea of bliss. She howled as she came, her cunt convulsing around Oliver’s cock, gripping him, enticing him deeper. Her orgasms were always so much stronger when she was filled up with his cock.
As Kate rode out the waves, Oliver reached his peak, too. He groaned as his cock erupted inside her. She felt every pulse of his cock filling her with cum. He pulled back and slowly slid back in, fucking his cum deeper into her until it seeped out around his cock, dripping on the sheets. Oliver pulled out with a groan.
“Fuck,” he groaned. Kate slid down to lay on her belly as her chest heaved, trying to catch her breath. Oliver slipped off the bed and bent down to kiss her temple. “I’ll be right back, my love.”
Only gone for a few minutes, he came back with a warm washcloth. He cleaned Kate up first. Gently, he wiped the warm cloth over her slit.
“Ahh,” she hissed.
“A little sore?” he asked.
“A little,” she replied.
“Well, I’ll get you all fixed up,” he said before he bent down and laid a gentle kiss on her pussy. Kate giggled. “Better?”
“Always,” she said as she stretched, wiggling her fingers and toes. Oliver finished cleaning himself up and tossed the wet washcloth into the hamper.
He slipped into bed and Kate snuggled in next to him under the covers. Oliver kissed her temple and wrapped his arms around her.
“I missed you,” he murmured into her hair.
“I missed you too. I’m glad you’re home, but make no mistake, we’re going to do this again tomorrow… and the next day. You have two weeks to make up for,” she teased as she rubbed her ass against his cock. Oliver laughed and kissed her temple again.
“I wouldn’t expect anything less.”
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