The end to a lovely afternoon. I had been hesitant to hang out with him while he was at a market or show. Infrequently I’d shown up during last few minutes, maybe an hour. but never the whole day. I thought it’d cramp his style (as they say) and that it was his thing. I was wrong.
We spent the day with me assisting where I could- fetching something needed from the car or getting us lunch, I helped as I could and was asked to. Otherwise we were together. Just doing what needed to get done.
Just being together. It was perfect.
I was not eager for this to be over. I like being in his presence. Being partners felt natural. Like what you think having your soulmate feels like. It had been a long time, for both of us I think, since we had someone we could rely on in every way.

We were holding hands as we walked toward the car. He pulled a wagon full the final items from his booth (including the rolled up booth). After loading up his car, he told me he had a couple hrs before he had to pick up kiddo. His car was stuffed so we headed to mine. I had set it up hoping for some time alone. (Blankets, emptied out the seats, etc)

I needed to touch him. Run my hands under the back of his shirt, touch his face. Feeling his skin, his muscles - it energized me. And it made me hot as hell.

He pulled me into his lap in the passenger seat. Wrapping my legs around his back, I snuggled into his shoulder resting my head in the crook of his neck and held him tight. Finally - I remembered how to breath. It had been a while since we were together and being with him always straightened my psyche out. At least for a little while. I was lost in feelings. Feelings of love. Feeling safe. I never felt more safe than when I was with him. I was absorbing the rays of his essence, sort of like the sun. He was exactly like the sun for me.

The warm fuzzy feelings were now joined by physical need as his hands (I loved his hands) ran from my knees to my thighs. On my naked skin, under my skirt and around to my tush. My nakedness surprised him. I had been sans panties all day he just now realized. Chuckling he swatted my ass and then dig his fingers in - massaging and kneading. Feeling his cock pushing out from his pants I ground against his hardness. Pulling my shirt over my head I took one of my breasts and raised it to his mouth. Deliciously electric is the only apt word as he pulled on my hard nipple with his teeth, not too hard, but definitely hard enough. I was not delicate once my body and head were aligned. And my body had caught up. Licking and sucking, holding my nipple between his teeth, I must be leaving my smell and a wet spot on his pants. I heard his needful and desirous moaning…wanting, a man needing release. I love this primal part of him. Often near the surface. But controlled. He controlled his manly - almost primal instincts, perfectly. Using them as needed, they were always effective and when his fire wasn’t needed, it simmered just below the surface. I could always feel it. I feel it just being in his presence. This part of him awoke something deep in me when we met. A complimentary part I didn’t know I had. I loved it.

Watching my face, reaching under me, he slipped a finger into my wanting wet pussy. When he felt I was ready he put in two and began moving them in and out. Slowly at first- then building to a fast, even rhythm. Loosening my tight muscles and coaxing more wetness. Through his pants I was grinding my swollen and needy clit against his hardness.

I leaned back, undid his pants and pulled his lovely hard cock out from his boxers. I loved feeling it in my hands, in my mouth- anywhere and everywhere, so hard, so masculine, and it fills me perfectly. I applied some lube (that I had placed in the door), squeezing and stroking as I did, leaned back from him and holding the base of his cock I slowly lowered myself on to him. Taking all of him in me in one stroke. The feeling- well for me it was perfection. Completion. And hot deep sex. I don’t know how else to describe it. Filling me. Hypnotizing me. Back in his lap we were face to face. He stroked my hair, then my face with a hand on both sides of my head. Looking into my eyes…my soul…he took my head and kissed me deeply…building into passion as I matched his need, his passion with my own. Our love making began with a slow rhythm - almost jungle-like, it felt to me. Hot, damp, intense, it never stopped. In and out, over and over, we never lost eye contact. It was perfection- communion - building …fucking, his cock deep in me, filling me, stroking over and over, my body and soul were about to explode. I clung to him, knowing I am always safe in his arms. And I was- through wave after wave of my orgasm. Such total release. Such a gift. Thank u.

What entering me felt like to him, I’ll leave that up to him to tell, for you to imagine. But from the peaceful look of abandon on his face…the shudders and feeling his well-honed muscles tense and relax over and over again, I’m pretty sure it was good for him too.