He’d been angry that I wasn’t returning his calls, thinking I was running. Of course, I hadn’t been, but he hadn’t known that.
When he’d seen me, though, he’d understood.
He’d left me alone, reluctantly, seeing the merit of not getting sick himself.
Now, though, my reprieve was over.
He chuckled, pressing his hard cock up against my ass.
“No I won’t. You’re not breathing on me,” he teased. “There doesn’t have to be any kissing involved. I can’t get sick from fucking you. I’ll do you from behind. I won’t be breathing in anything contagious.”
I wanted to laugh, but I was too tired. Not tired enough, though, to lay there and let him take me.
It might be exquisitely nice. In fact, it was sounding better and better by the second.
“Bodily fluid is bodily fluid,” I mumbled.
His hard cock was freed from the confines of his underwear with deft movements on his part, and he started sawing it in between my legs, making me squirm.
We hadn’t had each other in nearly two weeks.
At first it was because he was busy with work. Then I’d gotten the flu and refused to have him around me to keep him and his daughter healthy.
Which led us to now.
Both of us so horny that he was willing to have sex with a sickly woman, and I was willing to let him.
His hand that’d been at my waist pulled me back until I rested fully against his big body.
With slow movements, he worked his hand down my belly until he found the edge of my panties. Dipping his fingers just barely underneath the band, he teased the tip of my slit while moving his hard cock between my legs.
He was so close to touching me where I needed him to the most that I started to rock with his movements, wanting that touch more than I wanted my next breath.
“Please,” I said roughly.
I felt him grin against my hair as he finally allowed his fingers to slip between the lips of my sex.
My hand went down, slipping between my legs so I could massage the head of his cock each time he moved his hips forward.
With the first touch of my fingers against his length, he hissed in surprised pleasure.
“God,” he groaned. “This’s been the foulest week and a half I’ve had since I lost my virginity when I was sixteen. Knowing what I have…what I’m missing, has been the worst kind of torture.”
I smiled and rolled, trying to displace him, but he rolled with me, hovering over me with his hand still in my panties.
I groaned in defeat. “Just once I could be on top.”
He bit the back of my neck, causing my sex to quiver in anticipation.
Being on top was never good for Luke. He liked being in control, and I liked giving it to him. It was only on a rare occasion that I was on top, and even rarer if we finished that way.
His fingers wiggled, finding their way to my entrance, and I squeezed my eyes shut tightly as one digit slowly penetrated my core.
I clenched down tight on his finger, quivering in anticipation.
“Please,” I moaned. “I need it.”
His teeth skimmed the cord of my throat before biting down softly, giving me just the tiniest hint of pain as he slowly sank his finger inside of me to the webbing.
“Jesus,” he hissed. “You feel so good.”
I ground my clit into the heel of his hand, causing him to growl.
With a few experimental thrusts, he started curling his finger towards my belly button, working that hidden bundle of nerves that he always found with little to no effort.
I’d not been able to find it in thirty years, and there the man was, finding it every single time he wanted to find it.
My core started to slowly leak with each movement of his finger.
Then one finger turned to two, then three, then four.
I liked it when he pushed my boundaries like this. I was always so tight after we went more than a couple days, but he knew exactly what I needed.
When he lifted up partially, I pushed my butt in the air and curled my knees up until my ass was nicely displayed for what I knew was yet to come.
“You’re ready, Reese?” He asked.
His voice was like velvet against my spine as he worked his way down until he reached the band of my panties.
Then slowly he started to remove them, bringing them down until they came to a rest at the bend of my knees.
He growled incoherently as he dragged his tongue up the inside of one thigh, and down the other.
“You’re pussy looks lonely,” he mused, running his tongue back up my thigh again until it just grazed the outside lips of my sex.
Frustrated, I let my hand sneak down until I was massaging my clit, so turned on that I didn’t care how I got it, as long as I did.
He grabbed my hand and pinned it to the bed before I could even get one full rotation in.
“Ah, ah,” he chided, running his thumb from the top of my perineum down, sinking it fully into my core.
I squeaked and pushed back, riding his thumb as he help my hand captive.
I was working myself back against his thumb, burying him as far as I could make him go.
Like a woman possessed. Searching for only one thing.
However, just before I could teeter over the edge of the cliff he liked to keep me on, he withdrew, sensing my orgasm’s nearness.
Then I felt the head of his cock brush against my ass, pushing slightly on my asshole before he reined in his large dick by fisting it roughly.
Brushing his rough knuckles against my clit, I gasped as he slowly lined the crown of his cock up with my entrance, and sank inside.
My breath squeaked out of my throat as he stretched me, his large hands gathering up my hair before leaning forward over my back, and fucking in and out of me unhurriedly.
The feel of his hot, hard, cock moving out of me in slow, delicious movements had me on the verge within a few short thrusts.