I open the door and after a brief greeting, his mouth is on mine, work-roughened hands quickly meandering to my ass as I loop my arms around his neck. While I have always had office jobs, he has always worked outdoors. Our lives are so different but our bodies come together perfectly, and I find myself more turned on by him than almost any other man that I've ever been with.

Just before he got here, I had changed into these particular leggings because I know they're his favorite - buttery soft, navy blue, and fitting me like a glove. I know it's a complete cliche, the city girl in Lululemon and the country guy in his faded jeans and boots, but as they say, opposites attract.

We break away long enough to quickly eat dinner, knowing that if we go upstairs too soon, hours will go by and the food will be cold and unappetizing. After we're done eating, I lead him upstairs, lighting a few candles as I bend over slightly, showing off for him. I can feel his gaze on me.

We start making out again. It has been almost a month since we've had each other and there is a greater urgency, a more intense hunger than usual. I step back and meet his eyes, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, letting my lacy bra and ample cleavage come into view. Lust flares in his eyes as he pushes me down onto the bed and takes off his henley, then his belt, the large buckle glinting in the candlelight. He leaves his jeans on, low on his hips, and then joins me on the bed, his weight on me as he sucks and bites my nipples. I'm grinding my hips against him and moaning. I can feel the bulge straining against his jeans. He pulls my leggings and now-soaked thong off in one motion before moving down my body, tasting me, sucking my clit, getting me even more ready for his cock, as if that were even possible.

After a couple of minutes, my impatience grows and I tell him that I need him inside me. He shucks his jeans and rejoins me on the bed, hands on either side of my face, kissing me deeply as he works himself deep inside me, inch by inch. I love everything about his magnificent cock (he is long and as thick as a soda can) but we've been together enough times that he knows I need a bit of an adjustment period during that first round. After thrusting into me agonizingly slowly, he bottoms out and my moans grow louder. Everything feels too goddamn good for me to have any self-consciousness about how incoherent or loud I may sound. He slowly starts to move as my hips rise to meet him. I am completely present, unable to think about anything but the delicious pressure of him inside me. I crush my mouth to his and he returns the kiss, wild and passionate and wanting. As he fucks me harder, the rest of the world melts away. There is only this bed, only us.