[need to get some stuff out of my drafts, enjoy]

I panted beneath him, my fingers still clutching his shoulders as he coaxed me down from my high with the widest smile, the smile that’s always a bit too big for his handsome face. I thought back to the foot massage he had given me before cuddling and how we ended up like this now.

His fingers started to move again, relentlessly pressing against my spot and I moaned against his neck. This was just the start, wasn’t it? He would make me cum again.

I already started clenching around him again. It encouraged him even more. He praised me and how I felt, I could feel the grin against my neck and he kissed me. And he made me cum again. And again. Until I was a mess beneath his body and I could feel my arousal on my thighs.

He got up and pulled off his pants after checking in with me. My eyes raked over his body and I bit back another smile. He didn’t know. He didn’t know how much I was attracted to him. How much I love dark hair and brown eyes, wide smiles and beards. How much his thick eyebrows completed the face for me and how his nose looked so crooked but perfect. How attractive I find body hair and that little tummy he had. The perfect balance of toned arms and dad body. The perfect balanced of groomed hair and wild chest hair. How much it attracted me when he brushed his hand through his hair and gave me that look. How handsome he was in my eyes. Or maybe he did know that because he felt it.

I reached my hands out and pulled him back to me on the bed, same position as before but both of us on our sides. I kissed him. I kissed him again. And again and again until I forgot where up and down was. He moved my hand down his body and I grinned against his lips as my fingertips brushed through his chest and stomach hair. A delighted noise escaped my lips.

Then I touched him. My hand caressed his underwear and I heard him moan. After a couple of moments he pushed his underwear down and I saw him for the first time. I bit my lip as I reached for his dick, palming it and caressing him. I kissed him again.

He felt so hot in my hand, so hard for me, and we shared a few moans before I started stroking him stronger. He pulled his underwear off and I continued stroking him, his hand sneaking back between my legs as our tongues twirled around each other. He tasted so good. He felt so good.

So smooth and hot in my hand, the perfect size. Much like I must had felt to him.

He was so hard for me and I so wet for him and it was a firework of ecstasy and desire, so much build up anticipation and excitement, affection and connection. He was under me and over me, on top of me and beside me. His finger dipped inside me and made me see stars when I kept a steady rhythm with him.

Nothing else existed. Nothing else mattered. Just us and what we’ve been thinking and fantasizing and wanting for weeks.

I found the sweet spot of the perfect pace and soon he was moaning in my ear, against my neck, against my lips, in my mouth. I encouraged him, I wanted his high as much as him. I wanted to make him cum for me the way he made me cum for him. I wanted to give him this release, the relief and the ease and the beautiful moment of us. I could hear he was close. I had memorized it. I had heard him cum on the phone in the last weeks and I could tell by his breathing and how close he was.

I kept going and smiled, licked his neck and kissed him. And then he came. On my leg in this tangled and sideways position with his hand on my thigh and my body flush with his. And it was magical and explosive just like my first orgasm with him had been and it was perfect. Everything was so perfect.

We fell back into the pillow and I kept holding his dick, felt it get smaller and squishy and soft. I played around with my fingers as I nuzzled my face into his chest and listened to his breathing and the fast beat of his heart, the way he exhaled and made noises of relief and happiness. He squeezed me. I squeezed him back. And we just laid there for a while, happy and content and at peace with the world. My king of the world.

We cleaned up and climbed into bed, both still naked. I wanted to put on my underwear but he pulled my against his body and kissed my neck, telling me how I wouldn’t need that anyways. And I flung my arms around his neck and nodded. We could just be. We were free.

He laid on his back and I crawled closer to him, draping myself half over him. Goosebumps spread over my naked body as his fingertips started caressing my back. And I thought to myself, this must be a dream. Tomorrow I would wake up and he would be gone and his chat wouldn’t exist and it was just a dream. Because this was too good to be true. There must be a catch. I couldn’t just get this perfect man for the perfect weekend in the perfect country and be happy.

But he was here. For me. Only for me and only with me and only because of me. And we turned around and he spooned me and I felt the safest I had felt in months and I decided to just breathe. My mind emptied as I listened to his snores and I giggled. I would fall asleep in this man’s arms and I would wake up and he was still there for me and the world would be okay and I would be happy and nothing else would matter. Just him and me. The perfect time.