my obsessions own me

The slap landed firmly on my ass, reverberating exactly where I needed it to.

“That’s for being gone for five days.”  He growled in my ear as he held my face.  The kiss that followed was hard, hot, and intense.  Full of longing and desperation.  I felt it too.

My girls’ getaway vacation had been more fun than I could have hoped for, but after five days away I was anxious to get back to him.  The one who set my heart and my skin on fire.  As he pulled away from my still needy mouth, one of his hands found purchase at the base of my neck while the other travelled roughly down the length of my body. 

His travelling hand came to rest at the one spot on my body that was perhaps more needy than my mouth and my hips bucked instinctually at the contact.  It was then that he noticed wet warmth that had begun to seep through my yoga pants.

“Did someone get started with out me?”  Although his tone was outwardly angry, there was a touch of intrigue and desire mixed in as well.  Would he be excited by what I had done?  I decided to swallow my embarrassment, and tell him the truth.

“I was so wound up thinking about coming home to you.  I couldn’t help myself.”   I shrugged and gave him my best sly grin as I leaned in and whispered “I came twice in the car.”

“Fuck, baby.  Bend over the bed. Now.”  Another slap landed on my ass, harder than the first one. “That’s for being such a naughty girl.”  Another slap.  “And that…” he dropped his voice low “is for not texting me pictures.”

He grabbed my hair and lifted my head just slightly off the bed.  “Which hand did you use?”

“This one” I said as I lifted my right hand behind me.  In one swift motion he grabbed my wrist, twisted my arm up behind my back, and then leaned down to suck on my fingers. 

We became a tangle of limbs as we struggled to remove each other’s clothing, neither one of us willing to break contact.  As desperate as we both were, we took our time exploring, rediscovering, and celebrating the other’s physical landscape as if we’d been apart for five months, not just five days.

I moaned in protest and reached for his arm as he began to shift his weight as if he were getting off the bed.

“Sorry baby, but I really need a cigarette.  I should have thought of it before we got started.”

“It’s okay, I’ll come with you.”  I didn’t even think twice about the fact that we were both naked and headed outside.  Our neighborhood was dark and our backyard was fenced, so I wasn’t worried about anyone seeing us.  He stood a few feet in front of me, naked and gloriously erect in the moonlight.  I stood there staring as he lit his cigarette; the glow from the lighter made him look like something out of an old noir film. 

A cool gust of wind made my nipples feel surprisingly warm, almost as warm as my pussy which was now throbbing with need.  I closed the gap between us and dropped to my knees on the grass before him.  I looked up at him through my eyelashes, licked my lips, and then teasingly licked the head of his cock before wrapping my lips around it.  I heard a moan of approval as I firmly gripped the base with one hand while my other hand wrapped around his hip and latched on to his ass for support.

It wasn’t long before he fisted his hands into my hair and began thrusting into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat.  His muscles began to tense and I was preparing for him to come when he suddenly pulled away and yanked me up off the ground by my elbow. 

He led me across the yard.  “There.” he said gruffly, pointing to the swing set left by the previous owners of our house.  I froze for a split second.  The swing set?  He turned me to face him, a wicked gleam in his eye.  “I want to fuck you on the slide.”  I straddled the yellow slide and slowly lowered myself down.  “Lay back” he said and I gasped as my back and shoulders came in contact with the cold plastic.

He wrapped my legs around his waist, his erection teasing my entrance, and commanded me to hold on.  With one swift, hard thrust he was deep inside me and I stifled the loud moan that threatened to escape my lips.  Our neighbors may not be able to see us, but anyone who was out tonight would certainly be able to hear us.

He pulled almost completely out before thrusting back deep inside.  There was no holding back the moan that came this time.  He let out a low chuckle and I thought it was the sexiest thing I had ever heard until he bent forward, pressed his forehead to mine and spoke in a voice so raw it was barely audible.

“Louder.  I want everyone to know how hard I’m fucking you.”

I tightened my grip on the slide as he continued to pound into me harder and harder.  He stretched and filled me completely.  The smell of him mixed with that of the crisp grass and damp earth.  The cool plastic felt shocking against my overheated skin.  It was all too much and my orgasm ripped through me like an electrical current.  I don’t know if I was moaning or screaming; I just know that I was loud.  Very loud.  And there was no doubt in my mind that the whole neighborhood had heard that one.  The force of my orgasm triggered his release and he exploded into me with a moan of his own.

We lay there for awhile before he gently helped me up and led me back towards the house.  He stopped about half way across the yard and once again took my face in his hands.  This time the kiss that followed was tender.  With a contented sigh, he pulled me into an embrace and buried his face in my hair.  “I missed you.”