I met her at a party 3 years before that night. The first thing I noticed was her smile—radiant. Just shimmering joy in a face. And then her gorgeous curls… long, cascading down the sides of her face. And that top… her gorgeous B cup tits perking up against something laced together in black. I immediately envisioned untying the laces with my teeth, a hand in her hair and the other pressing down, covering her pussy. Once freed I’d kiss and suck those tits for an hour if she’d let me (Spoiler: she probably would have, I got distracted by how good her pussy smelled though and I had to drop my mouth and tongue down there).

Further than that she was wearing tight jeans that accentuated her sexy legs. A beer bottle in one gorgeous hand and a eyes that made me feel seen.

I approached a circle of her, my gorgeous ex who was the third-most sexually compatible person with me in my life, and a dear friend, who were discussing not getting laid. I hadn’t had sex with my girlfriend in 5 months so I related. And there she was, her boyfriend 6 hours away, horny as me. Tits begging me to make them mine. It killed me with every word we spoke knowing I wasn’t going to touch her perfect body.

We stayed in touch, though. On social media. And then one day, after I’d broken up with my ex, we spent the night chatting. Friendly, flirty, we learned we were both single. Then she came over. And we kissed. And I held her in my lap while we talked intimately. And then I asked her if she wanted to upstairs to my bed and have sex. And she said yes.

This goddess, this sexy, fit, gorgeous, perky, sexy model wanted me. Wanted my body. Wanted my cock. It made me so fucking delightedly horny I can’t even express it. The kissing was so passionate, such an expression of affection and connection, understanding and adoration. It was like fireworks in a hot tub on a snowy night, somehow.

I ran my fingers through her hair and then grabbed her neck and head and began kissing and licking her neck, her throat, her chin, her face, her shoulders, and the very top of her chest. And we stripped and she revealed the sexiest body I’ve ever seen. And I felt like howling and slobbering like an animal I was so excited to get my hands on her.

And she said she wanted to try something. She was a professional dancer, after all. And she put on a playlist of the most erotic, teasing music I’ve ever heard. And in the scarlet light of my bedroom she danced. And she performed. And she charmed me. And she hypnotized me. I barely remember any of it, it was like a black hole of pleasure, but her pussy smelled so good, and her tits looked so perfect, and her body moved in ways that made me want to roar. She captured me.

And there, after three years of fantasizing and dreaming, she was within my grasp. Naked, warm, appreciative, snuggly. There was the woman of my dreams, and there suddenly in my hands were her gorgeous boobs, her perfect nipples, her tight little waist, and her tongue in my mouth. With my eyes closed in dream-like disbelief, there were her pussy lips, gently and slowly, one after the other, enveloping my middle finger as I ran it between her labia to press it into her warm, smooth, tight, desperately gripping and grasping little pussy.

And it felt so good. And suddenly I was sliding my finger inside her and kissing her, smelling her, feeling her with her warm skin pressed up against mine from head to toe. And feeling her whole body write, commanded like a marionette and i was playing her pussy like a master puppeteer. I held her in my arms as I pushed her over the edge into her first orgasm of the night.

I dropped down, more eager than ever, to taste and drink from this goddess’s gorgeous fountain. I wanted to worship at the alter of her pussy for ages and every delicious swipe of my tongue and every kiss I enthusiastically placed and pressed on her was met with an equally sexy moan or convulsion. I wanted her so desperately to unleash herself and cum recklessly and piss and squirt all over my face and just fucking claim me, but she stopped me.

And then I grabbed the lube, and I lubed up the tip of my cock, already twitching, before drawing it down and around the base of my rock-hard dick. And I looked at the desperation in her eyes, the greed, the black hole of need this smart, sexy woman had become, from a whole-brained functioning person to a single-minded slave writhing in anticipatory agony for how badly she needed one thing to be complete: my cock.

It made me feel like God. And I slid my cock inside her and I could barely breathe before I unleashed the largest load I have ever shot in my life. It felt like a thunderclap of my muscles, like the first time I ever had an orgasm, and the sight was this shuttering, gorgeous goddess. And I fell down and needed to wrap my arms around her and pull her close to me and squeeze her tight and take care of her and protect her. And I did. All night long, as her pussy slowly leaked my spit, cum, and her piss and pussy juices onto my leg, I felt like a king.

And all I want is for her to read this and be rubbing her cunt like a singular little animal focused on cumming like you did on this dick.