The lights in our living room turn on suddenly. He doesn’t expect me there.
The man standing in our living room removes his helmet and I finally am wide awake enough to realize that the biker standing in front of me isn’t an intruder. It’s Isaac – the man I love.
“Isaac!”
He grins and sets his helmet on the counter. I throw my blanket off of my lap and spring off the couch, running towards him as I plaster my body against his chest. He’s alive. I’m not sure when I really expected him to be back, but I definitely didn’t expect to see him again so soon. He smells like asphalt and cigarettes, but most importantly he smells like the man I love.
Once I’m sure it’s really him and my body feels totally safe against Isaac’s, I senselessly jump into his arms. He catches me and slides my ass onto his kitchen counters where we can greet each other with kisses and make up for all the time we missed. Our lips smash together urgently and I drag my fingers across Isaac’s leather cut, feeling the outline of his broad muscular shoulders before I make every effort to rip the fabric away.
He groans as I touch his chest through his black cotton t-shirt. I don’t even make bare contact with his skin but the urgency between us grows with each kiss. I spread my legs wide so Isaac can stand between them. His belt buckle grazes against my inner thighs, the cold metal sending tingling straight through my core that makes me even more desperate to strip my clothes off.
Isaac splits away from kissing me, moving his lips from mine down to my neck. He cradles my neck as he kisses his way all the way down to my collar bone.
“I missed you,” Isaac growls. “Every night I was out there, I thought of you. I had to see you first…”
I know he didn’t mean to scare me. I tilt my head and squirm until I force him to return to kissing my lips. I’m not ready for him to stop. My hips move forward until I feel Isaac’s cock bulging from the crotch of his jeans, ready for me.
“Did you think about making a baby out there?” I ask, heart racing. He doesn’t know the loaded reasons that I’m laughing and clearly thinks this is just baby talk. Isaac’s hands move from my nipples all the way down to my hips in appreciative exploration as he chuckles and interprets my question very unseriously.
“Bet your ass I did,” he whispers. “I can tell you’re thinking about it too…”
He kisses me again, just when I want to tell him that I might be pregnant. I’m too weak to stop him. Our time apart hurt me more than I was ever ready to admit and I don’t think I’ll be able to pull away from Isaac tonight until I have some physical release and confirmation that we are back together, back as a couple, and that he’s never going to leave me like this again.
My hand rushes eagerly to his belt buckle which I unfasten as I desperately drag his jeans and boxer briefs over his hips and firm, muscular ass cheeks. He has a great build offirm glutes, both well-defined hamstrings and quadriceps too. My hand lingers over his chiseled musculature as I free Isaac’s cock, already rock hard and drooling for me.
I reach out and grasp the shaft, running my hand over the velvety skin as I grip him with silent yearning to feel his massive hunk of man meat sliding between my legs. My body drips with desire for him already. My fingers scramble beneath his black shirt as I fuss with taking off the last of Isaac’s clothes so I can see his gorgeous male body totally naked and ready for me.
“I missed you,” Isaac growls. I missed him too. I missed him so much that the physical pain in my chest weakens me. I tug at his clothing, desperate to feel him naked. The shirt disappears, but Isaac doesn’t go easy on me. I bite down on my lower lip as I stare brazenly at his impressive male form. I’m the first woman to admit to my appreciation for a man’s raw musculature and Isaac’s body belongs to him… making it even more special to me.
That sexy hunk of muscle loves and protects me…
Isaac kisses my neck and as he fondles my nipples, he eases my shirt off and kisses all the bare spots of my chest exposed from stripping my clothing away. I settle into deep appreciation of how his kisses feel, letting him rub me with his tongue and lips until he can’t restrain himself anymore and reaches behind me to unhook my bra. The cotton falls away from my breasts, which jiggle slightly as they slowly roll away from the center of my chest and into Isaac’s eager, waiting palm.
His thumb rolls over my nipples and I moan, edging my hips forward. The growing cock between Isaac’s legs makes every moment he touches me almost impossible to withstand quietly. I whimper and moan with each soft touch and myhips are dribbling juices that soak through my underwear long before Isaac makes a move to strip my lower half.
First, his hands slide me out of the fabric and then he cups my ass cheeks and we have a slow, hot makeout before Isaac releases my ass cheeks and the soft flesh sinks into the hard marble counter top. He runs a steady index finger between my legs, touching my damp slit as he feels the length of my pussy lips.Mm…This feels good.
I move my hips forward and Isaac chuckles.
“I know you want it,” he whispers. “Trust me, Gabby. I want you too…”
He peels my underwear off slowly, adjusting his body into a position that I wrongfully assume is to enter me at first. Then Isaac’s head slides between my legs and his tongue replaces my underwear, sliding between my lower lips as I moan. His pink muscle spreads my lower lips wide and a shooting jolt of pleasure surges straight through me, shocking me into a messy set of moans.
Isaaclovesthat. He makes a low, greedy chuckle and starts eating me out with reckless abandon. First, his focus on my clit feels good. So good. I hold onto his dark brown hair and thrust my hips forward against his face as he tongues me, but just when I feel myself getting close to an orgasm, he pulls away. The loud moan I emit has twinges of anguish. I need more of him. Isaac chuckles and teases me by kissing my thighs instead of my pussy lips as I buck desperately for more. When I can’t take it anymore and my grasp on his hair becomes nearly violent, his tongue drives straight between my legs and touches myasshole.
I cry out and nearly yank the hair out of Isaac’s hair in surprise.
“Ouch,” he whispers with a low chuckle before licking myass and pussy from the tight puckered hole all the way back up to my clit where he suckles and french kisses the hard little nub until I’m screaming, almost at the point of no return. Isaac senses that point. His tongue dives into my back door and while I’m about to burst with pleasure, he flicks his tongue across my clit in exactly the right way while he takes two fingers and rubs my wet entrance until they’re both soaked.
And I’m just… so… close…
Isaac’s tongue wraps around my clit as two fingers slowly enter me and that’s enough to send me over the edge. The explosion strips me of all self-control. The mess of tingling ecstatic nerves feels so damn good. There’s nothing better than letting go like this and allowing my body to feel the best natural high out there. My hips and sopping entrance thrust forward and the counter is so wet from my pussy juices I nearly slide off.
Instead, Isaac catches my thighs and returns to eat me out with even more intensity now that I already came once. His tongue focuses on my back door this time as he teases my inner walls with two rigid, curious fingers that seek the softest, most vulnerable spots of pleasure in my pussy. He pumps his fingers into me harder and I wish I could control myself just enough to slow down.
But I can’t. It’s too intense. Too good for me to stop the rush of pleasure. Maybe I don’t even want to. Isaac’s tongue wraps around my clit again as he massages the front walls of my pussy anddefinitelyhits one of my sweeter spots to make me cum again. This is the best hello kiss I’ve ever had in my life…
When I’m still a shuddering mess, done with three or more orgasms and barely capable of forming a coherent sentence, Isaac rises to his feet. He’s such a tall forceful presence of a man that my pussy throbs desperately, despite the rough tongue fucking I just received. Isaac stares down at my naked dripping body, his masculine features contorting into the slightest smirk of pleasure. He loves what I look like reduced to a hot dripping mess.