After A Long Day

I’m just on the ferry heading back home. I’m thinking lots of coffee – maybe via an IV drip – and a slice of pizza or two. But mostly I’m thinking of what will happen post-caffeine and sustenance while I’m suggesting all this to Dan, who’s closer to home and already done for the day!

As I walk through the door and drop my day job in the nearest dark and forgettable corner, the smell of coffee and pizza hit me like a big wet kiss and following that there comes the actual big wet kiss courtesy of the aforementioned Dan.

No, Dan is not an extremely talented dog. He just shares the same greeting methods, being from England. The notable differences there is that Dan doesn’t drink from the toilet and he doesn’t bathe himself with his tongue either.

However he does fetch like a pro and life-giving coffee is on hand at once.

I put my feet up for a bit after losing the business alias. We talk about our day and eat pizza and let the goods work their magic. I’m winding down, ditching stress, loosening up, and then Dan suggests I go for a warm shower to freshen up.

I do like the sound of that. Frankly after the day I’ve had, it would feel nothing short of sexual to be blasted awake beneath a refreshing burst of hot water.

‘Go ahead, I won’t be far away,’ Dan smirks, drinking the remains of his own coffee. I thank him for dinner with a quick peck on the lips, smooshing my nose into his and then disappear into the bathroom, clothes quickly discarded of.

The constant jets of water stimulate me from head to toe, massaging me awake, when I can’t help but let certain thoughts run through my mind. My soapy hands roam over slippery hot skin and whereas I’m trying to keep it quick and necessary, there’s no denying that I’m on the verge of working more than just shower gel into a lather.

Behind me I hear his feet touch down into the tub, one after the other and slowly Dan takes over soap duties, massaging me in a way that the shower head cannot. I lean my head back into his shoulder and purr my approval and taking his hands in mine, I make sure he pays extra attention to my shimmering breasts.

It’s pretty easy to tell he approves, the way his fingers tease and caress me. I arch my back and back up into him, feeling him harden up against me. With that, the butterflies begin to stir up a fuss down below.

I flash him an inviting smile, turning to take him in my hand, and already I can’t wrap one hand fully around him alone. This is going to need two hands to get squeaky clean, just so we can get it dirty all over again.

His hands continue slowly to explore my soft, slippery nakedness and all I can think now is that there’s somewhere else similar I’d like to visit with him, but for now that suggestion remains firmly on the tip of my tongue as I lower to one knee and offer him one wordless hint. It isn’t long before he’s drawing in long hissing breaths.

God I love the taste of him...

We towel off quickly and head through the hot evening naked and damp into the bedroom where he picks me up and places me down gently before joining me in a long and playful kiss.

He nibbles at my lips, meets my tongue with his own in deep languid strokes and holds me close and snug, one free hand latching gently onto a breast and kneading me into hopeless putty.

I know a word that rhymes with that and it’s getting wetter by the minute. And oh, jackpot, he finds his way there soon enough to tease the life out of me as his kisses work their way down my neck, my chest and to my nipples where he licks and sucks at me deliciously.

Dan doesn’t waste time. He likes to explore the same landscape every time as if it’s the first ever time, but he knows what I like and so he replaces his soft fingers with his rough, hot tongue and proceeds to lick and suck at my clit before full-on making out with my throbbing pussy.

My eyes roll back so far into my head that I can see this morning’s office memo. To hell with that!

I’m crashing back to reality, to the heady scent of sex as his long tongue burrows into me and sets off an intense orgasm. I want to clamp down on his head with my thighs, but he’s ready for me and pins me down.

So I do what any sane woman would do as he licks furiously at my gushing pink love canal. I grab the back of his head and try to push him further in. But only one other thing will reach as far as I need it to.

‘Get up here, lover,’ I pant, my chest heaving and collapsing breathlessly. He obeys with an impossibly wide smile, his eyes intense with lust. ‘Lie back,’ I tell him and immediately move to straddle him.

But first I swoop down, holding his big cock at the base, and I take him into my mouth and literally slurp him to full hardness as he gasps with pleasure.

‘I am gonna drench you in come in about ten seconds flat,’ I tell him in all urgency and I place him carefully between my labia at just the right spot. He’s so swollen hard and I’m so hot, wet, soft, approaching melting point.

And that’s what happens!

I literally melt onto him. He sinks into me a little at a time, both of us trembling with anticipation, and our eyes are locked onto each others’ in that moment where time becomes broken and useless. It might be a matter of seconds, but it’s a day in the lifetime of just one of those pleasure-giving nerve endings; and millions of them are suddenly crying for joy.

‘Fuck, I love you,’ he moans and his eyes become transfixed on the sight of us melting into each other, before he bottoms out and we’re joined at the hip.

That’s it. That’s all it takes to really set me off and I’m coming hard with his stiff cock buried snug and cool inside my raging furnace.

Whatever garbled nonsense is flying out of my mouth right now –

HOLY-FUCKING-YES-PLEASE-DON’T-EVER-COME-JUST-LET-ME-FUCK-YOU-SILLY-

I’m not responsible. I’m bucking my hips and grinding my dripping sex up against him, sliding deep and retracting to relive that feeling over again while he rubs against the deeper sweet spots. But oh god I love him and to make him happy this way I can’t help but laugh and to lower myself onto him to join him in a long and hungry wet kiss.

I take his hands from my hips and lift them to my tits so he can play with them again and I’m almost slamming myself down onto him at this point when I hit the wall. I’m exhausted all of a sudden. The day has caught up with me.

Dan rolls me over and gets me onto all fours, my face mushed into the pillows. ‘I fucking love this heart shaped ass,’ he grunts.

‘Better not break it then,’ I laugh in between ragged breaths and hhh....

HOLY SHIT!

The way he enters me, so slowly but deliberately. The way he grabs my hips and pulls me onto his length and the way he begins to deliver those deep strokes.

I’m so fucking wet and wired I should be flipping breaker switches all over but I’m in for the whole ride and I’m moaning so much I don’t know how I can breathe anymore.

He bends forward to caress me and kisses my shoulders before taking a handful of hair and using it like reigns on a wild mustang. So I might as well live that up while I’ll never live it down.

I lose my mind...

Some time later, when we’ve slowed down and caught our breath, he’s spooning me and we’re making out, dripping with perspiration.

‘How the hell are you even hard anymore,’ I beg as he bumps up against my now tenderised g-spot. Our bodies are literally slipping away from each other on immediate contact, we’re so wet.

‘Don’t doubt a good thing, Chris,’ he says, ‘it’ll probably drop off by tomorrow the way we fuck sometimes.’

‘Well, ummm, maybe we should consider something a little less oomph and a little more slow and sensual?’

‘You’re talking about lovemaking,’ he says. I fucking told you he was English.
With a sigh I urge, ‘that sounds nice, but I’d really just like for you to fill my womb with your spunk now please!’

And this is where I love him best, with my legs wrapped around him, staring eye to eye as we come together and the intensity builds. So much kissing and loving and sweet naughty words as we ride to the point of no return.

‘Get in nice and deep with that beautiful fucking cock,’ I pant, ‘I want to see stars!’

Dan plunges deeper and deeper, his breath becoming ragged. He’s streaming sweat. I can see steam coming off him and I’m all but cheering him home. In my burning, soaking, feverish depths I can feel him growing, expanding, pulsating and ready to blow.

And then he roars like an animal. He shoots deep and I can feel myself filling up. He pumps and he pumps and his seed hits home and oh my god am I gushing? I can hear splish-splash wetness as he continues to slide in and out of me before finally plunging all the way home with a satisfied gasp.

I’ve melted, gone into overdrive like a nuclear reactor and my Dan has collapsed trembling on top of me, his cock stiff like a board and buried deep inside me.
We hold hands instinctively and kiss for a few moments, or minutes, or who cares; very long intimate moments either way.

‘I do love you,’ I whisper to him and wipe the sweat from his face.

‘You’re amazing,’ Dan says sleepily, ‘I love you too, but I think I’ll die for a bit now...’

‘Thanks for the pizza though,’ I remember saying before sleep takes me.