After our intense night of car sex, Lyra and I texted constantly. Honestly, most of it was wholesome, about our interests, passion projects, etc. At this point, we were on opposite ends of the UK, but we were also desperately hooked on each other. 

As Lyra had said, she would be coming to my city for a work event about a month after we first met. I remember being really excited and nervous about how I felt about her, even then. Would that intense connection have been a fluke? Would something have changed? 

… but at the same time, I was so fucking excited to see her again.

I waited outside of her hotel while she and her coworkers got drinks. The fun feeling of sneaking around, that they had no idea she was about to have a very spicy hookup immediately after giving a presentation, just added to the excitement. Honestly, I would have waited there all night, I was just so happy that she and I had a chance to be together again such a short time later. After that first night, I had been preparing myself for our visits to be pretty spaced out. The chance to see her again only a month later had me absolutely buzzing.

I couldn’t hold back a smile when I saw her. I was absolutely beaming.

“Hey you,” I whispered. 

Before any more words were spoken, her lips were on mine. By the time we got to the elevator, we were attacking each other. Clothes disappeared, strewn everywhere in the room. 

[As an aside, the room, incidentally, was a bunker several levels underground, lit by color-changing neon lights. It looked like a captain’s quarters from Star Trek. It has nothing to do with the sex, but we always refer to it as the sci-fi bunker. Back to the story…]

I was fucking desperate to taste her. The car was fine for quick release, but now that we had a bed that we could destroy all night, I was absolutely not going to miss the opportunity to devour Lyra’s pussy. I shoved her back on the bed and knelt on the ground between her thighs. 

And she tasted… So. Fucking. Good. She was already soaked from anticipation… Fuck, even just thinking about it now…

I just let myself indulge. I traced my tongue up the length of her slit, slow and gentle.

“Fuuuck” she whimpered above me, rolling her hips into my tongue. 

I needed to taste her property, to savor her and feel her lips on my tongue, to roll my tongue gently over her clit. I was exploring her… listening intently for those little hitches in her breathing… watching her hands clench in the bed sheets… all the while, I was feeling her juices run down my chin. 

I pressed one of my fingers into her, groaning out loud at the heat and the pressure inside. I pressed up into her g-spot and smiled into her when her body writhed. Slow, slow strokes, memorizing every slick ridge inside of her, remembering how fucking much I love being in this place for her. Her legs started trembling over my shoulders, and I didn’t let up. In my mind, in that moment, I was never going to let up. I was absolutely obsessed, holding her and touching her, listening to her voice. I was completely drunk on her. It felt like hours in the best possible way, I just didn’t stop. I was loving how her body trembled beyond all control, watching her try to keep from losing herself to the shocks, and failing every time.

At some point, I must have, because I have a very specific memory of having Lyra’s knees presse to her chest, bent in half with me on top of her, staring into her eyes while I pounded deep into her with all of my strength. The memories are a blur of condom wrappers and lube, Lyra’s face as we fucked each other like we needed to, like we wanted to that first night. 

I remember holding her tight in my arms, fucking her prone into the mattress. Between moans, she turned her head just slight, sweat-soaked hair covering her face, and said, “I want you to fuck my ass.” 

I growled, and pulled her off so that she was standing beside the bed with her face in the pillows, then I knelt behind her and tongued her ass. I moaned into her, watching her hands grab for any blanket or pillow to hold on to while my tongue circled her. I pressed two fingers into her pussy, adding to the sensations and almost losing my mind in the process. 

Five minutes later, I had three fingers in Lyra’s ass and one still hammering her g-spot, and I couldn’t resist anymore. I covered my cock in lube, adding even more for good measure, and then pressed my cock against her hole. 

“I’m going to let you be the judge, okay,” I whispered to her. “You take what you think you can handle…” 

Lyra nodded, slowly rocking her hips to take more of my cock. I could tell that whatever caution she may be feeling, it was battling an intense desire–and desire was definitely winning. Soon, she had bottomed out, taking every inch of my cock into her ass. I watched tremors run through her body. Still, she was grinding back on me, begging me for more. Slow and steady, gently, I fucked Lyra’s ass while she touched herself and squirmed on the bed. Slow rocking built into a firm grip on her hips, deep and intense strokes. This wasn’t fucking so much as it was passion.  Her orgasm built slowly, but with equal intensity. It was like waves coming higher and higher on shore, until finally she crashed over, screaming out as she came on my cock. 

By this point, we’d been fucking for hours. I hadn’t cum, but we were both completely beat. I layed down, first on top of Lyra, covering her slick body with mine while she shivered from the aftershocks, then slowly shifting she she could nuzzle into me while I stroked her hair. Eventually, we made our way to the shower, where I held her under the steaming water and washed her, savoring the feel of my hands running over every soapy inch of her body. 

We lay together while she recovered, and talked about so much. It was intensely intimate to feel her in my arms again. At one point, while I was running my hands through her sweat-soaked hair, I asked what she was thinking. 

“I think I might be falling for you,” she said. She cuddled into me. She wasn’t expecting a response, it was just a matter of fact. It just was. 

“What do you do when feelings get involved?” I asked after a minute. 

Lyra smiled. “Feelings are always involved.” 

I held it back then, being cautious with both of our hearts, but I was feeling the same. After one month, and now only being in the same place for a total of two days, I couldn’t deny that I was falling for her too. Hard. It felt too perfect, like we were so matched up in everything and I could feel myself emotionally tumbling–I could feel the vertigo. I wanted to explore those feelings before I voiced them, but I knew I was falling in love with her.

We basically didn’t sleep at all. We might have dozed for half an hour, but I woke up to Lyra rolling her hips back into me. We were both naked, my arm was under her head, and a sheet hapzardly covering parts of us just enough to keep the chill away. Despite being exhausted, I was hard as soon as I openned my eyes. Neither of us stirred for a moment, just rocking against each other, letting our bodies know each other’s shape. I wrapped my arm around her chest, holding her to me, and trailed the fingertips of my free hand up her side, over her chest, down her stomach. I took several passes, just feeling her body. 

Finally, she turned with a look of desperation in her eyes. I let my fingers slip between her legs, and I moaned into her neck at how wet she was. My fingers were immediately coated, drenched in her slick juice. I thought I might tease her, and shifted so my shaft was between her thighs, but as I did, she turned toward me slightly, laying on her back and throwing one leg over mine. The result was, that rather than my cock laying flat against her lips, my tip was lined up perfectly with her soaked cunt. 

Both of our eyes went wide. I hadn’t mentioned, but up until now, we’d been using condoms. Now, for the first time, my bare cockhead was brushing against her folds. Lyra’s eyes were pleading with me, but I wasn’t sure where the line was. Rather than make that decision, I just grinned mischievously and held her tighter, never stopping the lazy circles that my fingers were drawing around her clit. She was writhing, wriggling her entire body in my arms, but completely unable to do anything. Her nails dug into my arm around her chest, and she tried desperately to wriggle herself just a few more inches. 

Finally, she reached down to my hips and just pulled me into her. We both convulsed completely. I was buried inside of her, my cock completely bare and coated in her cum. My head was spinning, but I kept on rubbing her clit, watching Lyra’s eyes go from pleading to shut tight. Not ten seconds after she took me to the hilt, she doubled up and came harder than she had all night. 

Watching her lose herself flipped a switch for me, and I immediately started hammering her, feeling her gushing around my length every time I filled her completely. After all of this, after edging for hours and thinking about Lyra every day since we met, it all kind of snapped here, and I just fucked her. I rolled onto my knees, and pulled one of her legs over my shoulder, opening her completely for me. I just let it out, all of it, all of the passion and the lust, all of the desire, all of this emotion… everything. I gave her everything with deep, deep strokes into her core, with my eyes searching hers, being completely enchanted by this woman who was cumming again on my cock…

I was sex drunk, falling in love, and actually delirious. I do remember the emotions though. 

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