It's been so long since you had a male presence in your bedroom. It's been so long since you felt a man between your tights, and certainly it's been way too long since a man pounded into you.
You've always had a an high sex drive, and even thanks to that quality you were perfectly compatible with your boyfriend of a year. Everything between the two of you have been perfect and on edgy at the same time since the beginning. You were like two storms ready to melt into one. At first you hated each other with a passion, and not that long after the first meeting, you were already tearing the clothes off of your bodies. The lust for him never extinguished, not even after that long. The only thing that would be considered strange in your relationship at this point, was the fact the was away from home most of the time. He was a professional wrestler working for the major promoter of the sport, and that took him everywhere, not only around the nation, but even in the world. You were used by now to people asking you how you could last, and maybe that was the answer. With him being away you could contain both of your attitudes, and let them explode when you were with each other. You were so sure that if you were to live under the same roof twenty-four-seven, you would already be in jail. You were in a very different and strange relationship, you were perfectly aware of that, but it functioned and you actually cared so much about him, and he cared the same way about you. That's the reason why he asked you to move in with him.
That's the reason he's always been loyal to you. It felt awkward at first, moving away from your house and invade someone else privacy, but it worked. You loved being surrounded by his things, his perfume still tingling in the air even after weeks of him being away. You felt him close to you to an entirely different level.
Never before you experienced
something like that. And you were happily high on the sensation. The only problem with him being away for long period of times was that no one was there to satisfy your needs. He was the same, but he burnt off many energies on the ring every night, you didn't, and it was even worse.
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It was one of those lazy nights when all you wanted to do was be at home, wearing nothing but comfy clothes and watching some tv.
Unfortunately for you it wasn't Monday and not even Friday, so neither one of the show featuring you boyfriend was on. It was one of those nights when you missed him more than anything else, and nothing could compensate it. You were in your bed, sprawled above the comforter, watching some crappy movie, when an interesting scene came up. The two main characters were making out, and soon they were on the bed undressing each other. You watched with interest and almost fascinated the scene. When the woman let out a moan you could feel yourself getting wet. It's been way too long since you felt that delicious pleasure that you so disparately wanted at the moment, and since Dean wasn't home, you guessed you had to take care of the problem by yourself. Turning off the tv when the movie turned into the crappy thing of just few minutes ago, you positioned yourself better on the giant bed. Imagining your boyfriend's hands on you, you trailed your delicate one down, from your neck to your hips, where you draw imaginary lines. You were so sensitive that just a little touch made you a mess. Tired of that motion, after a while you swiftly took off you shirt, and threw it on the ground, soon even your shorts followed. Now you were lying naked, since at home you never wear bra and panties, and you began to play with your breasts, massaging it, and pinching the nipples when they became perched and hard as little rocks. To get more reaction you pushed your fingers in your mouth to wet them and then you brought them back on your soft mounds. You squeezed them and arched your back a little, imagining Dean erection pressed against your stomach, while his hands and his deep voice did wonder on you.
Trailing your hands down, you finally reached your goal, and as soon as you touched your clit you moaned out load, closing your eyes as tight as possible. You played with it, and then one of your hands teased your little, wet hole, and then you pushed a finger inside it. Continuing the stimulation on both side, you thought of Dean's mouth and about that incredible tongue that lapped your skin, and that teased you to no end every time. You whispered his name out loud, and continuing to pump your fingers, you imagined it to be his big cock, that always stretched you in the most amazing way. You tried to imitate the speed of his thrust but it was in vain. But it was still enough to made you want more. You needed to come, badly. Working furiously with your hands, your imagination brought you back to that time when he tied you to the bed and made you experienced the most amazing night of your life. He teased you, tasted you and worshiped your body for hours. At the end you were both so tired that you just fell asleep. Without realizing it you screamed his name, and trashed on the bed, consuming your first orgasm after so long. You were still coming down from your high when you heard it:
