My phone rang as I waited silently in the noisy airport. I sat down sadly as I holstered my cell phone and looked up. An announcer confirmed the grim news that I had thought I would only have to hear once.

“Flight 435 from Reno will be delayed approximately one hour due to weather conditions.”

I looked eagerly at my watch. The plane was due to arrive at 6:00. I had been there since 5:00, just in case, and now it was looking like I would be waiting another hour. I could have gotten up to get some food or something, but the thoughts in my head prevented me from standing.

I was waiting for my girlfriend, Jenny. A beautiful girl to say the least, and although she was surprisingly modest about that, after six months together, the time had not slowed things down between us. We knew each other so well that turning the other on was as easy as flipping a light switch. We had been together six months and one day to be exact, she had missed our anniversary yesterday while skiing in California, something we both enjoyed over winter break, but now, spring break, the separation took the fun out of it.

The term “high school romance” had never applied to us. Within one week we knew we loved each other, even without having sex for the first month. In the last five months, we took sex to another level. It became an expression of love, and a way to being entirely connected to the other, physically, and mentally. This is something that is hard to explain, but it almost is as if I can feel her thoughts.

45 minutes later, I still could not stand. I managed to distract myself enough to stand just as I saw her. She was even more beautiful than I remembered. It had only been a week, but it felt like 4. She was wearing these goth pants we had gotten together on a random impulse buy, and because she was so innocent at heart, the contrast made her irresistible. Her hair flowed down to just below her shoulders and as she smiled at me and said my name in the high pitched squeak that she knows I love, she started running towards me.

I got up to do the same, hoping and any reminisce of arousal would not be noticeable. We met at a jog and hugged passionately. Her hair smelled very faintly of something that I couldn’t recognize, but yet I knew it all too well. The next few minutes were a blur as we got out of thee as fast as we could. I drove a little faster than perhaps I should have but we got back to my house safe.

The car ride was silent but not awkward. I put my hand on her inner thigh and moved it up toward her pleasure center slowly while driving. I wanted to look over at her, but restrained myself knowing that if I looked now, I would be unable to look back at the road. All I heard from her was a few gasps until she turned to me and exclaimed “oh my god, I missed you!”

With that, she brushed my dick, witch by now was throbbing, with her hand. Not having seen this coming, I gasped and almost forgot I was driving. Luckily for me, we were home.

I tucked my dick in my pants to be inconspicuous and we went inside. The second we got through the door she was on me. I was pushed up against the door with my hands pinned up at about my head height. We stood there for what seemed like a few seconds it was probably more like 5 minutes before she moved her hand down my side. She put her hand on my stomach and slowly slid it down into my pants. I felt her grip my cock and start to rub it but with my pants still on, she couldn’t do much.

As if reading my thoughts, she moved her hand back out and undid my pants before sliding them down to my ankles. She slowly knelt before me and took my cock in her mouth. She swallowed me whole, surrounding my dick with her hot, wet mouth.

I loved it when she did this partly because she was so good at it, but partly because I was the only person she had ever given oral. We had lost our virginity to each other 5 months prior but every time felt like a first to us.

After about 30 seconds of her savoring my dick, I pulled her back up and pushed her about 10 feet back, slowly, to the opposite wall. Her back hit the wall and she gasped as I ran my hand up from her knee to her flower. I touched her lightly, I knew, just the way she liked. She gasped and the sound sent shivers down my spine. This is what made our sex so spectacular, I would do something she liked, she would gasp, and I would feel everything I was doing to her, and as she tells me, vise-versa. Just her breathing can excite every fiber of my being and it’s all I can do not to shoot my load before we’ve even done anything.

I un-buttoned her pants and slid my finger in, filling her perfectly wet hole. I slid them in and out of her in time with her breathing, witch got increasingly faster and faster. When she looked like she was about to cum I pulled out, and lead her, by the hand, to the bed.

I stopped just before it to strip her clothes off, and she did the same for me. We climbed in bed and as soon as she was there, I positioned myself next to her so I could feel her entire body. I gently took my hand to her cheek as I kissed her passionately and moved it down to her neck, then her chest and paused there, feeling every inch of her breasts.

Her breasts were beautifully sized, not too big, but still quite large. They were incredibly soft beneath my hands and as my hands moved over them, her nipples stood up in quiet appreciation.

The whole time, I had been looking into her eyes but now, as I caressed her body, they opened wide and seemed to change color as she gasped. What had been dark grey green eyes suddenly appeared a bright emerald green with a hint of blue around the edges.

I moved my hand lower, down her stomach and, deliberately avoiding her opening, moved my hand down her leg. I stopped at the knee and reversed directions, but slower this time. Her back arched as my hand reached its destination. I ran my finger, lightly up and down the length of her canal. My fingers expertly found her clit and freed it from its hood. I flicked it lightly and her whole body reacted to my touch.

After playing with her clit for a few minutes, I moved a little farther down and pushed into her wet hole. She gasped and squirmed, and I could practically feel her pleasure. I pushed in and out of her for quite some time before I could tell she was getting close again. I pushed my finger up hard onto her g-spot and rubbed. Her body exploded with her orgasm.

There is not greater feeling in the world than when I make her cum. She arched her back up as every mussel in her body tensed and released, pulsing with pleasure. I could feel her squeezing my fingers as she came. I paused for a few seconds until she said I could continue. I obeyed.

I started to move my hand again, but this time, I used my middle finger in her pussy and fingered her ass with my index finger, using some of the liquid she released when she came. She reacted once again but this time, she grabbed my wrist and pushed it into her. My finger slid into her ass and she moaned loud. I could feel that she was getting close again and I pulled my hand out.

I kissed her lips once more and then to her neck. It was easy to tell that she loved it when I did this. I kissed a line down her neck to her chest and suckled those beautiful globes. After a minute or so I kissed my way down her stomach and, again, avoiding her opening, down her leg only to turn around at the knee and move back up.

Her breathing, while getting heavier and faster this whole time, quickened now as my tongue brushed her clit. I worked her like this for about 5 min, lubricating her whole crotch. I wiped my mouth and moved back up to her, this time on top.

She moaned as I pushed into her. I wrapped my arms around her back and dug in my nails. She once more arched her back and moaned and once again I felt her mussels clamp down, but this time on my dick. It was all I could do to not come right then, but I somehow managed it.

I kept pumping her with varying speeds, slowing down and ramming her hard and them speeding up to give her everything I could give without releasing.

After a few minutes, I looked into her eyes and her pleasure washed over me. I sighed and said I loved her. She looked back and said she loved me too with such passion that I couldn’t hole on any longer. My breathing quickened and I felt myself start to cum.

My cock throbbed and she must have felt it because for the third time she arched her back and her orgasm came crashing down. We breathed as one, we moved as one, we felt as one, we thought as one, and for that moment, we were one. Our orgasms were so powerful that when we were done cumming, through broken breath, I said “god I love you so much.” And with that I fell asleep. I don’t know if she said it back or not, but I know she felt it, and that’s all that matters.

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