Post-Flight Ecstasy

The rain hammered against the windows of our penthouse suite, mirroring the insistent pounding in my chest. Five days on the road, chasing deals and dodging awkward encounters, had left me craving the simple pleasure of E’s touch. Her call on day four, a breathless plea for my presence upon her return, had ignited a fire that refused to be extinguished. I’d booked a first-class flight back, made sure I got eight hours of solid sleep, and now, here she was, a whirlwind of silk and perfume, stepping into my life like a forbidden temptation.

The air crackled with unspoken desire as she crossed the threshold, her eyes immediately locking onto mine. The scent of her, a blend of jasmine and something wilder, something primal, filled my senses, making it difficult to breathe. Without a word, we moved towards the bedroom, our bodies brushing lightly as we navigated the opulent space. The passionate welcome home kiss that followed was a torrent of pent-up longing, a desperate plea for connection that I answered with equal fervor.

Clothes were discarded with a reckless abandon, revealing the smooth curve of her back and the delicate slope of her shoulders. Her hands, cool and firm, found their way to my cock, sending a jolt of electricity through my core. It wasn’t just the touch; it was the knowledge that she wanted me, needed me, in a way that transcended mere physical desire. I responded in kind, tracing the delicate line of her breast, feeling the subtle tremor of her sighs against my fingertips. The anticipation built, a slow burn that threatened to consume me entirely.

E, ever the graceful one, rolled onto her back, offering me access to her most intimate space. My fingers danced across the swell of her buttocks, tracing the gentle curves and the subtle ridges of her labial folds. A slow, deliberate tease, designed to heighten her arousal, to build the tension until it reached its breaking point. I loved the way her skin reacted, the subtle shifts in temperature, the almost imperceptible tightening of her muscles as she surrendered to her instincts. It was a silent conversation, a shared understanding of our mutual needs.

A gentle pressure, light and playful, met my fingertips as I explored the outer rim of her vulva. Her breath hitched, a tiny gasp of pleasure escaping her lips. The anticipation intensified, and I knew exactly what she wanted. With a delicate precision, I began to penetrate, my cock sliding easily into the welcoming darkness. It was as if she’d been waiting for this moment, longing for the release that was about to unfold.

Her body tensed, a ripple of pleasure spreading across her skin. She squirmed slightly, pulling her legs closer, as if trying to control the burgeoning excitement. I continued my exploration, teasing the inner edges with a light, insistent touch. The sensation was exquisite, a symphony of pleasure that resonated deep within my soul. She arched her hips, inviting me deeper, and I obliged, allowing myself to be drawn into her world of sensation.

Her body began to shake, a rhythmic tremor that intensified with each thrust. Her breathing became shallow, punctuated by soft, involuntary groans. The air thickened with the scent of arousal, a heady mix of sweat and desire. It took all of three minutes for this magical experience to come to its conclusion, but in those few moments, she had poured out her heart, her body, her very essence. She was soaked, completely saturated, and her release was a torrent of pure, unadulterated pleasure.

As the last vestiges of pleasure faded, E pulled me towards her, signaling her desire for more. Without hesitation, I complied, sliding into her warm embrace. The missionary position allowed us both to fully experience the sensation, the friction between our bodies a constant reminder of our mutual attraction. We moved slowly, deliberately, savoring every moment, every sensation. I took my time, alternating between different depths, listening to the sounds of her moans and gasps, feeling the subtle shifts in her body as she reached her peak.

Her skin was slick with moisture, a testament to her intense arousal. The pleasure was palpable, radiating outwards in waves of heat. As we continued our passionate exploration, I used the headboard as leverage, pushing myself deeper into her, determined to find the sweet spot where her pleasure was most intense.

Her hands, now free, wrapped firmly around my ass, a clear signal for me to increase the pace. We accelerated, our movements becoming more frantic, more desperate. The headboard provided a satisfying resistance, allowing me to maintain control while still delivering a powerful, sustained thrust. Her groans grew louder, a symphony of pleasure that filled the room.

One of her hands remained on my rear, a constant reminder of her dominance, while the other reached under to fondle my balls. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect blend of pleasure and control. As we continued our frenzied dance, my body began to tremble with anticipation. I could feel the heat building within me, the need for release becoming overwhelming.

Finally, I surrendered to the moment, pushing myself deeper into her, determined to reach the ultimate climax. We continued to build momentum, our movements becoming faster and more intense. Her hands clasped around my ass, pulling me further into her embrace, as she signaled her desire to bring it home. With a final surge of energy, I exploded, releasing a torrent of seed into her waiting depths.

E groaned one last time in satisfaction, her body shaking violently. The pleasure was complete, the moment suspended in time. I felt her inner walls pulsing, a sign of her complete and utter surrender. The release was a wave of pure bliss, washing over me in a torrent of sensation. We lay there for a moment, breathless and spent, lost in the aftermath of our passionate encounter. It was a great reunion, a perfect culmination of desire and longing. The rain continued to fall outside, but inside, in the heart of our penthouse suite, there was only warmth, intimacy, and the lingering scent of jasmine and something wilder, something primal.

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