He'd been out of the country for a few weeks and I'd been out of mind dying to fuck him. It always made me even hornier knowing I couldn't have him, which was frustrating.

We'd gotten into a fight over custody of his blue sweater before he left, which I'd won. Before he picked me up, he asked me to wear it over. I was glad he'd suggested that because it needed to get his smell back on it. The faintest hint of his smell could drive me wild; I wanted it on my clothes and on my pillow and everywhere.

When I got in the car, his eyes lit up and he smiled at me both welcomingly and approvingly. I'd obeyed; I'd warn the sweater. Not that there was any doubt. He was the best sex of my life; our chemistry was beyond anything I could have imagined possible. The only way I can describe it is an addiction; I'm addicted to him. My body feels wrong when we're apart and everything suddenly feels right as soon as he's near me.

As a show of my devotion, I'd given up my right to say no to him. I knew that I could pull the stop at any time, if I found something truly objectionable, but so far he'd rewarded my trust by not commanding anything too extreme.

After the initial greetings, I started whiny about how crazy horny I'd been. "I don't even want to make it to your bed; I want you to tear my pants off and throw me up against your door as soon as it closes and fuck me through it."

He grinned at me with a hint of mischief but also a hint of shyness. He said, "Okay. I want you to wear the sweater while I fuck you." He turned away from the road to look at me. "And no condom."

Adrenaline immediately shot through my body. This was it; this was one of the requests where I could pull the trigger and he knew it. I absolutely did not want children and wasn't on birth control. He didn't want kids, either. I wasn't sure if this was a test, and if it was, what the correct answer was. I was practically shaking with nerves because this was a big jump for me. Exhaling slowly, I looked back at him and nodded.

He beamed and did a little hop in his seat as he turned back to the road. I was in total shock; I couldn't believe what I'd just agreed to and wasn't sure what was going to happen. Sometimes he liked to ask things just to see if I'd say yes but wouldn't actually want to do them. And it was always yes for him.

True to his word, when we got back to his place, he immediately pushed me up against the door and tore my pants off. Electricity flooded through my body; I'd been aching for this moment for weeks. He put his hands on either side of my face and put his mouth up against my neck, lightly blowing out his breath. He delighted in watching me break out in goosebumps at his touch or even the whisper of his touch.

Suddenly, he grabbed my wrists, spun me around, and pushed me up onto the counter. I was down to my underwear and the hard-won sweater. He pushed my legs apart at the knees with his hands, then dropped his pants as well and started pushing his hard cock against me outside of my underwear. This was one of my favorite forms of foreplay; it drove me wild knowing his cock was right there just waiting to be filling me. But he rarely granted it to me; he enjoyed torturing me by making me beg for what I want.

I threw one arm around his neck and the other around his waist, pulling him harder against me. My heart was pounding beyond just the animalistic desire raging through me. If he wanted to fuck without a condom, this might be the moment. He might slip past my underwear on the next thrust and slide into me.

Without a word, he grabbed me by the wrists again and dragged me to the bedroom. He stood next to his bed and abruptly let go, forcing me to my knees. I eagerly got to work sucking. I loved going down on him; tasting him and feeling him react to my touch was just as good as him fucking me. Well, almost as good. Sex with us usually began and ended with him in my mouth; he loved having me swallow the orgasm that I gave him even with condoms.

After a few minutes, he gently pulled me up by the wrists then tossed me lightly on the bed. I was bent over; still in the underwear and sweater.

He straddled me and flipped me over with his knees. I'm thin and roll with the motion so I'm easy to toss around. He was kneeling over me, knees on either side of mine, hands holding mine down next to my head. My heart was thudding out of control; the anticipation and uncertainty over what he was going to do left me nearly breathless.

He let go and walked over to his nightstand and grabbed a box of condoms. My heart immediately started to slow down, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed. I was dying to finally feel him and to let that raw, animalistic passion take us over with nothing getting in the way. That pure passion and need is my biggest turn on.

"Are you sure you're clean?" he asked, walking over with the condom still in its wrapper. My heart stopped in my chest. I smiled and nodded. "Yes, I'm sure. I just got tested last month." He said, "Okay, I got mine back a few days ago." Maybe that was the catalyst for his sudden desire for this.

He dropped the condom and got back in that kneeling position over me. His thick cock was again pushing against my opening, thrilling me with both nervous and lustful anticipation. I wasn't sure how long he was going to draw out the torture when suddenly, in what felt like one smooth moment, he pulled down my underwear and thrust into me to the hilt.

I gasped loudly. He was extremely thick and each time he entered me was slightly shocking. Somehow it never hurt with him even though I'd had pain with guys not quite as thick, but the sudden presence of something that size to me was still shocking every time.

He grinned. He loved that gasp; he loved to hear about how his thick cock filling me up felt. A million different sentences were uttered about it but the only true word to describe it was "right". It felt right being with him and wrong not. This moment, right here, I feel like if I died in this moment I wouldn't care because everything is right in the world. Our bodies belong together.

He took my face in his hands, staring at me intently. He had a fetish for light eyes, which mine were, as well as he enjoyed watching ecstasy take over my face from the movement of his body. The intensity of his gaze was usually too much for me and I'd try to avert my eyes, which is why he liked to hold my head still.

The sex itself physically didn't feel different but the chemicals buzzing through my body at his raw entry certainly were different. Every time he thrust all the way in, I got butterflies in my stomach. It felt so good having him hit that butterfly spot that I whined and tried to grab his butt to pull him deeper into me on his out strokes. I didn't want him anything less than fully inside me the whole time; it's difficult to explain the ache unless you've felt it. I needed every inch of him inside me.

He moved his hands from my face to pin my wrists back down by head. His face buried in the crook between my neck and my shoulder, he whispered, "No," in my ear. "Lay back and enjoy it." The ghost of his breath on my skin while he moved gently but firmly inside me riddled my body with chills so intense, a shudder lifted my spine off the bed. He lightly chuckled. "Tell me how much you missed my cock."

"I missed it sooo much, Sir. You don't understand; I've been needing you inside me so badly it felt like I was going to die if you didn't fuck me. Crawling the walls can't eat can't sleep horny. Oh God, please don't stop," I gasped out.

He chuckled again and thankfully didn't. He kept filling me over and over again. I could feel an orgasm building; with him, I could always tell when I was going to cum because I started feeling it in my chest. Then it would spread to my arms and fingers and all throughout my whole body until I was cumming so hard it felt like I was going to pass out.

He was a mind-reader in bed and could tell the instant I started feeling that. He smiled with satisfaction, knowing how great his dick was, then whispered against against my neck. "Where am I right now?"

I looked at him quizzically; I didn't know what he meant. "I'm inside you." I nodded and gasped because hearing him say that was so fucking hot. "Say it to me." "You're inside me," I shuddered out while my body struggled against his touch. Sometimes it felt too good, like he was going to make me cum so hard it was either going to break me in half with the intensity of the contractions or give me a freaking heart attack. It was close; maybe 30 more seconds and I'd be having an earth-shattering orgasm.

Then suddenly, he pulled out of me and laid back against the headboard, pointing at his cock. Our signal for me to blow him. Several emotions whirled through me; frustration that I didn't get to cum and relief that he'd pulled out before finishing in me and disappointment that he'd pulled out before finishing me and getting even hornier from the sight of him. I loved the look of his cock glistening with the arousal he filled me with. Trying to hide the disappointed part of me, I got to sucking.

He moaned lightly as I bobbed up and down, gently guiding my head with his hand. It didn't take much instruction anymore; I had pleasing him down to a science.

After a few minutes, my jaw needed a break. I pulled away for a second and he must have noticed the disappointment in my eyes. "Aww, did you want to cum?" he asked in a teasing tone.

I bit my lip and nodded. "I mean, but if you --I wasn't sure if--"

He once again lifted me up. "Get on your back," he ordered, a smile shining through his face. My heart started pounding like crazy again and he was in me before I knew it. The orgasm build up hadn't faded too much; within a few thrusts my legs were flailing around behind him. "Oh God it's too --I'm going to pass out!" I panted through a clenched jaw. "Good," he growled. That along with the accompanied urgency from his next thrusts sent me. Suddenly my body was clenching up so hard I thought my muscles would snap. I saw stars. I gripped the sheet with one hand while my nails tore at the skin on his back with the other. An uncontrollable scream started working its way through me and he quickly slapped a hand over my mouth to avoid any more complaints from the neighbors. The spasms released the tension and indescribable pleasure with it. It was unreal; I don't know what kind of weird spell he cast on me to make me cum like that.

As it subsided, he slowly stopped his gentle thrusting. He somehow always magically knew the exact perfect moment to quit; exactly when the orgasm had completely subsided but before a new one started to build up. He again took my face in between his hands, looked me in the eyes, smiled, and kissed me while he was stopped fully inside me. Electricity shot through every nerve in my body. I simultaneously felt fully alive and fully relaxed.

He stayed there inside me, not moving, still hard, for about a minute. Then he slowly started moving again; I could feel the head of his cock rubbing against that spot inside me. When I cum, if I stop for a few seconds then start up again, I can usually immediately have a second orgasm then it turns into a domino effect. He knew this and was buried deep inside me, gently nudging another orgasm into me with his perfect cock.

It didn't take long for that familiar spread throughout my chest; a few seconds maybe he was so good. I almost cried at him, "Oh no no I don't know if I can handle another---AHHHH!" He laughed and said, "Too bad." He suddenly changed his pace and started fucking me much harder. As the spasms from the second full-body orgasm wracked my body, I felt his fingers digging into my shoulders while he let out a soft whimper. He kept fucking me until my orgasm subsided then stopped and stayed in me, smoothing the hair out of my face and kissing me. This time, he didn't start fucking me again. I felt him slowly get softer until he fell out, to which I complained loudly. Every single time, the second he was out of me I felt empty again. I felt a gush of liquid and realized he'd cum in me. It was exhilarating and terrifying.

We didn't talk about it but kept fucking more that night, also without condoms, and we never used them again. It was a dangerous game but it felt too good playing for us to stop.