We'd had some kind of sex every day for the last week. For the most part it was amazing. But the uncertainty of my travel plans, and our impending separation for several weeks due to work started to wear on us, and the last few times we tried to hook up it just wasn't happening. It was like there was too much pressure on the situation being our last chance to fuck, make love, whatever before the long separation. The details aren't important, but the lack of connection was apparent for both of us. Finally one morning we came together a bit better and I had what I was certain would be the last orgasms in D's arms for a while.
Until the travel agent cancelled my flights as a result of something totally avoidable and ridiculous that was someone else's fault. And then couldn't rebook my flights. And then couldn't get me on anything until two nights later. And all of a sudden what was supposed to be our last hours together again stretched into a few last days together. Emotionally I was feeling wrecked. The whole process had been fraught with ups and downs, whens and won'ts, and it proved that time really is elastic.
That night D said he felt like I'd already left because I'd been so distant. The day just really fucked me up and I was feeling disconnected from everything. I came home and crashed for a couple of hours, then we watched TV while we ate, then I took a really long bath. By which time it was almost 10 and I'd really spent no time with D at all. I apologized for being distant and snuggled up to him, promising that I hadn't left, and even once I was gone I would still be here with him. He decided he wanted to focus on me and give his cock a rest.
I took full advantage. Knowing I wasn't going to get a cockfucking I asked him to finger me hard. He kindly obliged. When my tits weren't getting enough attention I shoved one in his mouth and said "suck it. hard." He obliged again, seeming to alternate between hard sucks and serious biting. The sensation reinforced the sensations in my cunt and clit. I just wanted to feel everything I hadn't felt the day before, and to feel everything in my body that I knew I could feel.
Action in the southern hemisphere was intense and focused. It seemed like D had a goal of making come as long and as hard as he could. He succeeded. By the time he had four fingers pushing in and out of me I felt like I was having one continuous orgasm, even though I know it was several back to back with moments of respite in between. I came, I squirted, I came, I squirted. It went on like this for long stretches. Finally we slowed down and my cunt and clit had a little recovery time. We held each other and stroked each other for a while.
"What are you saying with your body when you hold me like that?" he asked. He knew what I was saying, but he wanted to hear it out loud. Despite the immense satisfaction I had from our fingerfuckfest, I knew I wanted more and told him so. "Finger me like we're on our third date." Which led to remembrances of our third date and whether fingering was on the menu. It was. Yes, I am obsessed.
That suggestion transported him into role-play mode, and all of a sudden we were making out on our third date, although more naked that we had been that night. We were kissing and touching and while his touch was sure, it was at the intensity level more like a third date than a fingerfuckfest of one's hot and insatiable partner of many years. One might think the former would have been delivered with more abandon than the latter. One would be wrong.
Our third date role play continued for quite some time, and we talked about sex and sexy things all the while. Unlike on our third date, D slipped his hard cock into my wanting pussy, but remained in character, as if it really was our first fuck. I got him on top of me, which is definitely how we would have fucked on our third date if it had happened, and the sexy talk continued. Until he talked about making me come and I immediately came. And then I asked him to make me come, and he did. And then later I came without any additional stimulation, just cock in pussy. He said he didn't want to come in me this first time, and asked me to suck my juices off his cock. I told him that made me really hot and was one of my favorite things. It wasn't at the time of our third date. I don't remember when I first did it, but it was a much later addition to the repertoire.
I did suck him as requested, and then we snuggled into each others' arms. We talked more about what we liked sexy wise, and I asked him about anal. Also not on the menu back then. His answer included more fingers inside me, ass and pussy both. More orgasming.
I crawled between his legs and began tonguing his cock and balls again. And then I did something I would never have done on the third date. I rolled him onto his stomach and spanked his ass, followed by licking the top of his crack. He dissolved into giggles and I held onto his ass cheeks to prevent him from getting away. I made him get on all fours and then opened his ass and tongued him. The real me had been thinking about trying it for a while. We've been experimenting with more and more ass play on both sides, and something told me that night my advance would be welcome. It was. He loved it, even though he eventually dissolved into giggles again, feeling ticklish. There was no offensive taste or smell. Just a different patch of skin and another orifice to stimulate with a tongue. It's more than that, and at the same time it's not.
D was an incredibly hot fuck that night, but he was also a delicious and gentle lover, and it was all just what we needed. And my nipples hurt magnificently. They were swollen and a little bruised, but I loved that they felt like something. I have learned that they aren't that sensitive, but when they are inflamed they enhance the feelings in my pussy and clit. Nipple clamps are in our future. And so is some amazing pussy eating on our fourth date.