y by footsteps on the crumbling deck out front. A knock on the door had her trying to see through the glare into the dark night. She opened the door slowly, unable to see out, and smiled unconciously when she saw that it was him.

"Hey Love, how's it going."

"Hey," She said, still grinning inside, "just about to put Lily to bed."

She carried her child into the bedroom as he followed. Even though it wasn't his daughter, he still liked Lily, except for the whole diaper changing thing.

They walked back into the living room. He followed her so he could look at her. She really was beautiful. He took a seat next to her on the couch and wrapped his arm around her neck as they talked idly. Her head rested on his shoulder, she loved his touch, she felt comfortable next to him. They talked for a while, and a silence fell upon them.

"You know what you said?" She asked.

"What's that babe?"

She paused, last minute arguments in her head. Maybe it would be different then the other guys. She knew he loved her, maybe it really could mean something.

"When you said you wanted to make love to me, like it's supposed to be." She said shyly, looking at his face.

He smiled and kissed her softly on the cheek. He loved his lips touching any part of her body. They turned to face each other, his hand softly stroked the kissed cheek. He leaned in to her and let his lips touch hers, let his tongue find hers, they kissed slowly, passionatly.

She broke the kiss to stand up, she stripped herself of her sweatshirt, leaving her in only a t-shirt and sweat pants. So beautiful. She tossed the sweatshirt on his head and giggled. She hadnt done that in a while, she hadn't dont any of this in a while. It felt good. She walked into her bedroom so happy she had to be careful not to skip.

He smiled and watched her go, it's hard to keep your eyes off of something that attractive. He followed her into the room, stumbling on some clothes in the dark. She was laying on her back in the bed. He slid on top of her, slowly letting his weight rest on her body. He kissed her neck and it sent chills all the way down her body. He slid his hand up her shirt, and brought his fingers down the middle of her chest, letting his nails slide along her skin over her stomach. Her skin tingled and goose bumps covered her side. Her nipples pushed up on the shirt covering them, allowing him to find them with is mouth. The cloth of her shirt amplfied the touch of his tongue on her nipple, her hips arched a bit. He moved slowly, deliberatly, letting her enjoy every sensation.

He lifted her shirt to her neck, removing the barrier between his tongue and her skin. Her breasts are beauitful, like the rest of her. The feel of his tongue was amazing. She reached behind his head and pulled him to her. They kissed again. They kissed like she hadnt been kissed in years. She loved the taste of him, the feel of his body on hers. He was right. This is what it was supposed to be.

He kissed her cheek, her neck, he lifted her shirt off of her and kissed her collar bone, sucked on it gently for a moment. His fingers ran down her side, followed by his kisses. More tingles than she'd felt in a long time. Wave after wave passed through her. He kissed her hip, sucked on it gently. Slid her pants down only an inch, kissing her every few seconds along her waist, her hips move up again, pressing against his mouth.

"Make love to me," She wispers.

He kissed back up her beautiful body and let his tongue play in her mouth for a moment. She pulled his shirt off and touched his chest. Why did this feel so right after all this time?

He laid himself back down on her, pressing his naked chest against hers, feeling her skin against his. He couldnt resist her lips, he had to keep his in touch with hers, he loved it, couldnt get enough of her taste.

He took a breast in his hand and full on open mouth kissed her nipple. His other hand slipped between her legs and rubbed her through her sweatpants. She couldnt take it, she reached down and unbuttoned his shorts, pulling the zipper down as fast as she could manage. She reached into his shorts, into his boxers and pulled him out. Wow, he wasn't just bragging, he really was bigger than she remembered. She stroked him as his touch to her crotch made her wetter and wetter.

She pushed his hand off her crotch, lifted her hips, and revealed herself. So beautiful. She pushed her sweatpants to her ankles and kicked them off, as he lay himself back onto her, his dick found itself resting between her lips. He kissed her hard and she grabed his dick and placed it where it needed to go. He pressed it into her body slowly, she could feel it coming into her inch by inch. Once it was pressed entirely into her, she couldnt help but kiss him, it really did feel amazing.

She allowed the pleasure of him inside her to take over her, he slowly made love to her. He kissed her neck, licked up to behind her ear, kissed her shoulder, her collar, her breasts. Everywhere he kissed her gave her chills, brought her closer.

He slid his hand down her side, between her legs. Still slowly sliding himself into her, he gently pressed his fingers to her clit and began to rub it, small, gental circles. His hand would speed up and slow down in response to her breathing. She was lost, her body felt only pleasure. Every bit of her being was wrapped up in the upcoming orgasm. She felt it wash over her. She could feel him inside her, her muscles clamping on him tightly as she came.

He kept himself inside her as he let her relax, pulling out only when her orgasm was done.

"Wow," She looked at him, unable to beleive it could feel like that.

He smiled, he'd been waiting a long time to make her feel like that. He loved her.

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She reached the top of the stairs and looked around for her fiance or the puppy. Neither were in site, so she stepped toward the bathroom to wash her hands and get ready for bed. She nearly made it.

He grabbed her shirt from behind and pushed her against the wall. He demanded that she face the wall. She began to turn to protest, but he only pressed her harder and repeated the demand. She let herself sink against the wall under the weight of his hand, but remained when he removed it. Her bra became unnoticable around her body as he deftly unhooked it through her shirt. His hands grabbed the bottom of her shirt in the same moment, and pulled it and her bra over her chest to her arms. He easily hoisted her arms up in the air and ripped her shirt off.

He commanded her to keep her tits against the wall. She complied, hating how hard her nipples got pressed against the cold exterior wall. He ran his fingernails down her back, slipped them into the back of her jeans and pulled her hips towards him, using his other hand to keep her chest against the wall. She couldn't help the chills run through her body as his fingers dragged roughly against her displayed skin. Ripples of nervous energy seemed to eminate from his fingers, and find their ways her cold nipples and tingling pussy.

His arm reached around her and undid her pants as she stared at the blank wall. He slid his thumbs into her thong, and pulled it down along with her pants, slowly revealing the smooth, round, firm ass that I previously described. She felt the cool air of the room announce itself on her pussy with another chill that ran through her body. He slowly pulled her pants down to her ankles, lowering himself with them until he had her pussy right in his face. He could see the glimmer of her juices on her pussy. He instructed her to lift her right leg to pull her pants off, and she complied, spreading her legs ever so slightly to do so.

"Take your hand off the wall, and put your finger in your wet pussy." He commanded of her.

He watched from underneath as her hand slid down the front of her body, wrapping itself over her lips. She probed herself for no more than a moment before slipping her middle finger into herself. She was as wet as he had though. He pulled off her other pant leg, spreading her legs just a bit more. He loved the view he had of her finger sliding in and out of her baby smooth pussy.

He stood up behind her, and she could feel his pressence but not his body. He was far enough away to not make contact. That ended when he ran his fingers, with both his hands, down each of her sides simultaniously. She plunged her finger deep into herself as his fingers came from under her arms to her hips and moaned into the cold wall.

She heard him undo his pants, but any move she made to pull herself from the wall, or to turn to him, only resulted in him pressing his hand to her back and smashing her chest harder against the wall. He told her to put both of her hands back on the wall. She hesitated, she knew if she moved her finger that he would replace it. He pushed her hard, and she complied. Her nipples were hard against the cold wall, her pussy was wet from pleasure, and it ached with need. She had enjoyed showing off for him.

His hands grabbed both of her hips, and she felt his cock slide in between her legs, not entering her, just enough to let her know it was there. She tried to push herself onto it, she needed it now. She needed his cock to enter her, to stretch her pussy, to make her cum. He resisted her, letting only the tip of himself touch her, tease her. He ran it along her opening, getting her wet, getting him wet. He let it slip into her every so slightly. She moaned and tried to push herself on him. He held her off, only allowing himself to be inside her by the slightest amount. He slid it out again slightly, and back in. He was an expert at teasing her. She needed him.

She could feel no parts of his body other than his hands firmly holding her hips away from him, and the inch or so of cock he allowed her to enjoy. She was bent over in such a way that even though he was barely in her, he was rubbing the front of her pussy, sliding against her opening. It felt glorious. She knew even this would make her cum given enough time. She didn't want to take the time, she wanted to fuck this man. Every effort resulted in her being held at bay, it was so frustrating. She had to take him inside her.

At last, he slipped farther into her. She still couldn't feel his body on the other side of his penis, but at least now she had enough to ride on. She squeezed him as he slid slowly in and out of her, his dick rubbing the front of her pussy. She could feel herself getting close, she couldn't help it. He was stretching her, hitting all the right places. She couldn't help but let another moan out, try and push against him. He picked up speed, still controlling exactly where her ass was positioned, still only allowing her a few inches of himself. She was so close, she had to take all of him.

He did. She was in extacy. His entire length slid inside her, filling her to the brim. Her pussy was squeezing him so tight, she could feel every inch of him inside her. He let her push her ass tight against the front of his body. Once he was completely inside her, she began to shake. Her orgasm washed over her from the inside of her pussy, went through her body, shook her body. He pulled her off the wall, grabbed her left breast in his hand and sqeezed it hard as she shook under him. He pinched her nipple and her orgasm refused to stop, she rubbed her ass against him, his cock twisting inside her.

Her body fell against the wall in exhaustion. After work, after this, there was nothing left. She closed her eyes and let him walk away from her.