Riverside cottage, stunning views and a romantic stroll around the area. Idyllic setting for a weekend of frolics.
After a long drive where hands were touching but not exploring. Using my nails to run along his thighs, squeezing the muscles and then a gentle rub. The feeling was there, the thoughts were there and I could see it in his eyes.
We had all day to entertain ourselves before our room was available. Walking around holding hands, stopping to kiss at frequent opportunities. Knowing the desire we had for each other and just waiting.
The cottage was everything a picture book romantic location should be but romance was the last thing on my mind. We walked through the door and pounced. Kissing each other passionately. Tongues intertwined hands tearing at clothes. I wanted to see him, feel him, wanting him in me.
Without undoing his jeans I could feel his desire. He cock was huge and bursting through the material. He wanted me…. My clothes disappeared in one swift movement and he bent to kiss my wetness.
I pulled his head up. I didn’t want that, not yet. I wanted him, I needed him, I wanted him to fill me. To fuck me! He undid his jeans and his gorgeous hard manliness sprung out. So big, hard and glistening with juices.
He pushed me to the bed. Lifted my legs high and just inserted the tip. I adjusted my body and as I moved forward to take him he thrust deep. That first feeling is indescribable. That desire, that need. The feeling of being owned by him with my whole body. I was his……