Info - birthday sex, long distance relationship, lust, mention of phone sex, mutual masturbation, recording orgasms, being out of practice, falling, switching positions, smut, unprotected sex, short refractory period, dry humping
We'd been dating a whole four months, and I'd been ready to have him since date number one. He said he was a bit rusty and I was as well so we hadn't.
It'd been a blissful month of moving slowly, long kisses, sweet dates, and the like. I was beyond happy.
Then he'd left for filming. The majority of our relationship had been spent long distance. It wasn't that he didn't make time for me, but nothing was physical. The closest we got was video calls.
My skin screamed for him. My body longed. I wanted to taste, feel, pleasure, and smell. I needed every inch of him. Sometimes the distance felt like a crushing weight I couldn't handle. I needed him.
Our relationship had felt like it had ramped up to a thousand after he left. No longer were we moving slow. We had phone sex almost daily. We talked about making love. He called me pet names. I thought about him constantly. I sent him how I orgasmed to the thought of him. We watched one another stroke our pleasure spots and moaned about how we needed one another or we'd die.
He'd promised that we'd spend some of his birthday together. I couldn't wait. I knew that he would be tired and likely just want to cuddle, but I hoped a little kissing could be done.
I followed his plane obsessively. I had touched up my makeup at least a dozen times. I was wearing a forest green set of skimpy pajamas. I wanted it to be hard for him to keep his hands off me, even if he was too sleepy for much. My poor boy deserved some on his birthday.
I watched as his dot travelled home. Just dripping off his bag I was sure. His name wasn't moving. The clock was ticking. I was anxious. I worried I'd lost his interest. He'd said so many times he wanted more than anything to just hold me.
I didn't know why he was taking so much time. I wanted to call him, but I didn't want to seem clingy. I began to feel tears fill my eyes as I worried he had been lying to me. Maybe he didn't want me as badly as he said. Perhaps he just hadn't gotten any in a while and now he'd come to his senses. I wished I could read his mind for a moment.
I accidentally fell asleep on my bed, waiting for his dot to move. I was awoken later by a sharp knock on the door. I bolted up, and ran. I would've been screwed if it hadn't been my boyfriend, since my breasts were nearly popping out of my shirt and my shorts rode up.
"Fuck me," were the only words I heard before I was tackled. We were like teenagers. My leg went around him as he tried to lift by my ass. We fell in a needy heap to the floor.
He was all over me. We were a tangle of body parts. His lips captured mine in a wet desperation. He was grabbing and squeezing and I was gasping into his mouth like I wanted him to have every breath I breathed.
"M'sorry I took so long," he groaned against my skin. He sounded polite, but his hands were anything but.
"I was scared," he panted.
"Scared of what you gorgeous boy?" I asked as my hands slipped under his shirt.
"That I wouldn't be good enough," he gasped as I massaged his nipples. "That I couldn't do all the things I promised because you take my damn breath away."
"Oh Timothée," I whined as he ground his hard length against me.
"I want you so fucking much," I told him. I wrapped my legs around him. He was humping me lightly. We couldn't get enough of one another. The idea of separating long enough to pull our clothes off seemed impossible.
"Bedroom," he groaned. I was feeling his bulge over his pants.
"Too, fuck, far," I gasped.
"Right," he agreed as he ripped down my blouse. He buried his face in my cleavage. He was kissing and sucking marks onto me.
"I want to be completely melded to you," he growled into my skin. "I want to let loose."
"I want it, I want your snug pussy. That's all I want for my fucking birthday," he pleaded.
"You have me. You have me," I promised.
We were ripping down our bottoms. Our bodies were all over one another in a crash of passion. However, we were out of practice and bit clumsy. He tried to pin my arms down as moved to flip us.
It ended up in a bashing of heads and a flush of bodies. We were laughing then. The pressure was gone. I melted with his body. Even if some of our movements were a bit jerky, we had one thing in common, we wanted one another.
"Put it in," I begged. It was just the tip at first but it felt amazing. I wrapped my whole body around him as I promised.
"I feel good right?" He asked worriedly.
"Yes, fuck me birthday boy," I said. I was arching into him, he was plowing down. We were both ramming into one another with a force that felt bruising but right.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!" I wailed as he pounded inside me. He was sloppy with his thrusts but it felt so good that my nails dug into his skin.
"You feel like heaven, oh fucking hell," Timothée was groaning between kisses. My skin was wet and marked up and I loved it. He continued to snap his hip.
I rolled us over and began to ride him. His hands palmed my breasts and pinched my nipples. I made noises as we French kissed deeply. He was thrusting himself up with power and pressure. I could feel the wire in me about to snap.
"I want to cum inside you, fuck I want to cum inside you so badly!" He nearly screamed.
"Do it, bare and raw baby, that's what we kept saying," I agreed.
We were both panting and sweaty. There were stars in his eyes. We didn't need to talk to tell one another that this was everything. This felt like heaven on earth. This was pure and beautiful and what we needed.
"I'm so happy you're my boyfriend," I said.
"Fuck? I'm really yours? All yours?" He asked emotionally.
"All mine, and I'm yours. I give you myself for your birthday," I told him.
"Oh fuck I'm going to cum!" He cried. He buried his face in my skin and moaned as spurts of cum came out of his rock hard cock.
He spun us again so he was fucking his load inside me. It went deeper as my orgasm started. My legs began to shake as waves of pleasure washed over me. I was saying his name over and over again.
"Oh holy fuck," I cursed. He collapsed on me and he was smiling wildly.
"That was the best orgasm I've ever had," I sighed happily. Now I was running my hands through his hair. I was drawing designs on his body.
"Happy birthday," I said.
"Best birthday ever," he moaned wistfully.
"Yeah?" I asked giddily.
"Fuck yeah, I got to be with my girl," he said with a puppy dog like excitement. I was going to tear up. There was so much to say, and so much to do and I couldn't wait to do it all with him.
"When you think you can get hard again, we can go to my bedroom and-"
He popped up immediately. He scooped me into his arms. He began to carry me up the stairs as I laughed.
"That eager are we?" I teased.
"You kidding? I got a semi from the hair playing alone," he chuckled.
"You're definitely the one for me," I said and kissed my birthday boy's temple.
