I wasn't planning to see JJ today, but as it happened, the schedule worked out and we decided we could squeeze in a quick, 90 minute visit.
We hadn't seen each other in about a month, and all I have to say about that is that a month is way too long. And I'm not talking about the sex part. I'm talking about seeing each other and talking in person, cuddling, kissing, holding hands. I think those were the things I was really craving today.
He left the door to the room ajar for me so I could walk right in, and he had the lights dimmed and the curtains drawn shut so I couldn't see him very well.
He got up and met me in the entryway. He slid his arms around me and kissed me as the door clicked shut behind me. At that moment, every problem I have went away and everything was right and good. I know it sounds pretty hokey to say that "all was right with the world," but that's how I feel when I'm with JJ. Everything is ok, and I'm safe.
We made our way over to the bed, kissing some more. Soon, he was rubbing me through my pants and I was grinding against his hand. It seemed like 30 seconds later that we were both taking off our pants and underwear.
He continued kissing me as he started touching my pussy and I began stroking his hard cock. It almost felt like he was exploring it, re-familiarizing himself with every groove and fold. Then he stopped exploring and started rubbing my clit. I gasped when he touched it. I knew that sensation, that movement, that rhythm, and I knew where it was going to take me. I held onto him, kissing him, moaning..... I came quickly, which didn't surprise me at all.
I thought he was going to fuck me next, but he didn't. He kept rubbing, exploring, spreading my juices around.
He slid a finger inside me, then another.....another.... I had my eyes closed and was just reveling in the sensations, unaware of what he had planned, until......
He started twisting his hand in a corkscrew movement and pushing further inside me. I smiled. I knew exactly what he was doing then. I tried to relax and not offer much resistance. A few times I had to ask him to slow down, and he did immediately, but he still kept pressing his hand inside me. At one point, he positioned himself between my legs so it would be easier, and he'd have a better view. That's what I thought that was about, anyway, but then I felt his tongue on my clit as he was fisting me. The intensity almost made me jump off the bed.
A few minutes later, he was rubbing my clit with his thumb and pumping with the rest of his hand. I was finally at that place he knows I love to be - that place where I'm not aware of my surroundings, all I feel is the pleasure. That place where the pleasure is almost forcing itself on me and control has been stripped from me. I came hard. I could feel my body gripping his fingers as the orgasm gripped me.
Before I came all the way down, he moved up between my legs. I lifted my legs in the air and he slid his hardness inside me. That's when I thought, "It's about time!!!" The rest was amazing, but I needed to feel him inside me again. I looked up at him, studying his face while he held onto my ankles and fucked me. I wondered if he could feel my pussy still throbbing, if he had any idea how good he was making me feel.
After he came, he rolled onto the bed next to me, and we spent the rest of our time together (about 45 minutes) talking, kissing, cuddling. He told me about his vacation. I caught him up on the situation with Hubby. We both agreed that a month was too long to go without seeing each other, but that we need to be extra-careful these days, which might mean seeing each other less than we would like for a while.
It seemed like 5 minutes later when we looked at the clock and saw that it was time to go.
As I was driving away, I felt sated. Even though the sex was more tame and abbreviated that what we usually have, the time with him (including the sex, the talking, the kissing) was exactly what I needed.