When AJ finally graced my sheets with his presence, I didn’t even think twice about turning over onto my back and pulling him on top of me – something I typically wasn’t comfortable with. However, with him, submitting felt like second nature. I couldn’t think of one single person on this planet that I trusted more than him. Not one.
The need to be in control wasn’t present while I lie there staring up into his entrancing eyes, letting him slip in between my legs. The feel of his blazing hot, rock-hard erection against my lower set of lips made my mouth water. Slowly, he let one hand drift over my breasts and stomach wantonly. Judging by the look in his eyes, he felt the same way I did – it was far past time to end our years-long sexual estrangement and destroy the last traces of uneasiness that existed between us. There were now only a few remnants of tension responsible for preventing us from being the ‘old Sam and AJ’ that we were both so desperate to be once again…as much as our present situation would allow, that is.
As if having the same exact thought, AJ licked his lips, planted his palms firmly into the pillow where I rested while gazing up at him. My heart threatened to leap up through my throat when anticipation nearly consumed me alive. Just when I didn’t think I could stand to wait any longer, just when I thought I might actually be reduced to begging…AJ saw fit to give me what I wanted.
The contrast of pleasure and pain as my saturated walls engulfed and devoured his dick, was so delectable that I let his name slip from my lips amongst a myriad of obscenities. There was just the right amount of tantalizing friction as he pulled out and again sank his entire length inside me for a second time, hitting every single nerve ending and pleasure point. I swear this man stared straight through me as I moaned and grabbed at his back like I’d drown if I didn’t hold him tight enough.
How can I describe the feeling of having my first real dose of him in ages? How would I explain the exact moment when there was no longer any perceivable distance between us – physically or otherwise? It was like I’d been emotionally exiled all this time without even realizing it. Having him here, making love to me, was the equivalent of finally being rescued. Our eyes were still locked as he pulled out and plunged in again at the same unhurried pace. Before this, I knew that I’d missed him, but now…I felt like I needed to live and breathe him – morning, noon, and night for the rest of my life.
Don’t, Sam….don’t get too attached. I closed my eyes and tried to heed my own warning, but…it felt like he was mine. However, the fact still remained, he wasn’t.
Staying fully submerged and locked between my thighs, AJ lowered himself to kiss me – long, slow, and deep. I melted into him and ran my hands down his toned arms. If it’d been at all possible, I would’ve opted to stay connected to him like this always – that’s how good it was. Already, I was hooked all over again.
In the back of my mind, I wondered if the feeling was mutual. Was this moment doing nothing more than satisfying a curiosity for him? Answering the question as to whether or not sex with me was the same as he’d remembered? Was he just horny because he’d been here for a while and hadn’t gotten any? Was that it? Was he here merely out of convenience?