I wanted Quinton bad and had he been anywhere near the Raleigh/Durham area I would have been somewhere finding out if he was a man of his word. I was so hot and horny when I got off work, I rushed to Wal-Mart and picked up some chicken tenders and potato salad so the boys could feed themselves, took a quick shower and just lay spread eagle on the bed waiting for Sydney to come home from where ever he was and work me over. I made sure I was butt naked, turned over and tooted up.
Sydney was pleasantly surprised judging from the moan that immediately escaped his lips when he came into the bedroom well after nine o’clock, although he now worked strictly day hours.
“Come get some of this,”I cooed, bouncing my butt up and down.
“What done got into you,” Sydney asked stripping off his clothes.
“I want some of what you got.”
“Well let me give you some of what you want then.”
Sydney wasted no time jumping on the bed and pulling up behind me. With one hand he grabbed firmly at my hinged waist while the other hand guided his manhood to my honey pot. He worked his way inside and started a smooth even rhythm.
“Yeah, baby. Like that.” I coached, imagining it was Quinton. “Lay that pipe.”
“Mmph!” Sydney grunted. “You like that.”
“I love it baby. Put it on me,” I purred, winding my hips back to meet his thrusts.
Sydney sped his stroke up, slamming himself against me while I filled his ears with every nasty thing I could think of to heighten the experience.
“Yeah, I like that!” he huffed. “Talk dirty baby; you gonna make me unload this gun!”
“Not yet,” I panted. I drew away from him long enough to turn over on my back. Sydney dove between my legs slurping and working his tongue like a greedy mad man. He was on his A game, and my thoughts and fantasies of Quinton intensified my sensitivity and reaction. I held Sydney firmly in place, and at the same time, I grinded, bucked and jerked into a full, no holds barred orgasm, biting my bottom lip to keep from crying out Quinton’s name. Heaving and panting for every breath as if it were my last and unable to take another circling of his tongue, I grabbed desperately for Sydney to come up for air and reenter my body. He complied, locking my legs around his arms and giving me every inch of what I’d asked for.
“Damn Kareese!” he exclaimed in pleasure, sliding back into my walls. “Unngghh,” he grunted over and over with every plunge, building momentum. “You gone make me….” Before he could squeeze out his last high octave word, he pushed forward a final time releasing inside me with a groan. He was frozen in place for a solid six seconds before he began to relax in a slow collapse, completely out of breath.
It was undoubtedly the best sex we’d had in a long time.
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