Each time I heard you say "Ok, tonight's good. Come on by", I'd shiver a little. I wonder if you know how much I need you. I wonder if you know how good you make me feel. The drive never seemed as long as it had the night I first met you. In fact, each time I made the trip it felt shorter. Stepping into your home, your arms feels so good. I've never told you that. This time, you'd worked hard, played hard and it showed. You were tired and a little beaten up. I'd brought along my oils to work you over and give you some respite from the aching. I keep telling you that I'm good with my hands. As much as I was looking forward to the evening, I was nervous again. We'd talked a bit about "being good" and not so physically needy with each other. I can be friends with you but I really don't want to be only that. I turn to you and can't help but smile when you pull me tight, grab my ass and ask me to go upstairs. Whispering softly, I asked "What about being good?" You smiled and said "Forget about it." That was it, all I needed to here. All but purring, I grabbed your shirt pulled you close and savagely kissed you. I moaned and melted into you as your hands stole over my body. I could feel you grabbing me tightly, pulling me close. God how I love it when you press and rub against my body. Quickly you pulled me off your body and pulled me upstairs. I fondled your ass while it was presented to me and laughed softly at the appreciative sound you made. I pulled on your hand to stop you for a moment while I nuzzled the back of your neck. I know it gives you goosebumps, yay for being tall. You tugged at my hands, urging me into your bedroom and the urgency left at the door. We curled up on your bed and snuggled close. Just taking in the heat of the other's body and enjoying being close to someone. But it doesn't take long. You nuzzle against my neck and softly demand that I take off my clothes to get fucked. Trying to appear too eagre, I stand and strip efficiently and quickly for you before I crawl back beside you. As your hand slides over my body to pull me back against you, I arch into the touch. The feel of your skin on mine is so erotic for me. Hard, yet soft; hot, yet pliant; those hands are devestating. Your hand slides down over my body, stroking over my thighs. Slowly you push them wide and press one finger into the hot depths of my pussy. Moaning, you can feel how wet I am already. Eyes half closed, I watch and wait; desparately wanting to feel you inside me. I needed you that night, need to have you buried as far inside my wet passage as you could get. I love the sound of your voice as you groan with pleasure when you sink into me; the sight of your face as I squeeze and flex around you. I want to be more territorial with you, I urge to rake my nails down your back. As you stroke deeper into my core, I arch my back and thrust into you. I want you deeper, as deep as I can get you. I need and crave it. So I grab my legs and pull them into the air, holding them spread. I can hear you moan as you move a little further into my pussy. Your hips thrust faster now. I can feel you moving harder. My body is on pins and needles, aching for release as I feel you harden in my core. I can feel every inch of you throb and my body starts to match it. Just as I hit my peak I can feel you cum. I feel each jet as you fill me with the evidence of your hot desire and my body shudders in pleasure to match. I smirk in a pleased fashion when you sink down on top of me and rest. Slowly I stroke your back as your breathing eases. God, you're sexy.