0 comments/ 24162 views/ 0 favorites Home By: luv2chatuup As I sat on the red eye flight out of Vegas, the events of the day flooded my mind. The last words to my boss, Tony had been, "Fuck off." I had no idea if my job as a cocktail waitress was still intact and at this point I didn't care. I was tired of getting groped for free and being expected to stroke the egos of middle aged men with "sticky" fingers that always found themselves stuck to my ass. I'd recently shed the latest of my "Vegasy, all about money" asshole boyfriends. So, my only thought after arguing with Tony and being given some "time off" was heading home to Iowa. Immediately after leaving the casino, I'd phoned my Mom. She had informed me that she and Dad were headed out of town on vacation but that I was welcome to stay. She'd said Stacy would come by and do some errands on the farm for Dad but that it needn't bother me. Stacy Miller and I had been on the cheerleading squad together and her farm was next to my parents'. I hadn't realized she'd been helping Dad but thought it would be a good time catching up with some high school friends. I had packed my bag with some casual clothes and left behind my club hopping halters and leather and boarded the plane with a simple flowered sundress. I was heading home "small town girl" style. My long, layered reddish brown hair was pulled loosely into a braid at the nape of my neck. Soon, I found myself safely on the ground and in a pint-sized rental car driving toward my childhood home. "I need this break," I thought to myself. As I approached the long, gravel driveway that led to my parents' farm, I was surprised how much it had changed in my eyes. It didn't seem nearly as big after living in the always overdone, oversized City of Sin. It also seemed so plain and not flashy. It was exactly what I craved, simplicity. I found the key my parents have hidden in the same place for more than 40 years. I opened the door and called out just to make sure Stacy hadn't hung around late. When I heard no response, I let myself fall into the worn recliner where my Dad always sat. The cool breeze was flowing in from the screen door. It was like I'd been in a time machine that had brought me directly from the hustle and bustle of Vegas to an older time. After settling in, I walked onto the front porch and gazed at the fields stretched out in front of me. It was strange to see so much open land. I again felt the pleasant, calm breeze fall against my face. As I stood lost in the peace of it all, I noticed that my childhood tire swing still hung on the huge tree in front of the house. "You're 35 years old Rachel, get real!" My mature logic lost out. Like a child, I found myself running for the tire swing as if I was trying to outrun my brother 25 years ago. I fought the tendency to yell, "Last one there is a rotten egg!" Without a care for the state of my dress, I jumped onto the tire swing. I knew the black surface was probably leaving a stain on my yellow, short sundress and upper thighs, but I didn't care. I found myself letting my legs reverse under the tire and swing forward as it began to move. I was swinging higher and higher, my skirt blowing in the breeze. With the thin, silk panties I was wearing, I could feel the breeze tease my inner thighs and outer lips with each swing. As I let go of more of the leftover stress, I found myself becoming aroused. "Nobody is here. Why not?" I thought. I stopped the tire swing, propped a hand on the trunk of the old tree and shimmied out of my panties. I touched my pussy lips gently and could feel that the long forgotten feeling of arousal had surfaced again. I felt a wicked grin on my face as I murmured to myself, "Back to the swing!" I sat down on the swing and grasped the chains with my hands. As I began to increase speed, I could feel the air tease my clit. Without full control of it, I started to moan, in an uninhibited way. I hadn't felt this excited in years. Holding onto the chain of the swing with one hand, I used the other to gently spread open my pussy lips. As soon as the air hit my moist inner lips and clit, I moaned in ecstasy. Before I knew it, I had 2 fingers buried inside my pussy. I had eased off on the swinging and taken the other hand off the chain and it had involuntarily found my clit. The freedom of the situation was so stimulating. Here I sat, basically in the front yard, fucking my own hole and fingering my clit. My moans intensified as I began to rub more intensely and put more pressure on my pleasure bud. As I felt my climax rising throughout my body, I put full pressure on my clit and moved my fingers in and out of my pussy more and more quickly. As sudden as an earthquake, I felt the rumble between my legs and came. It seemed to start at the tip of my head and move quickly throughout my body. After briefly stopping at my clitoris, causing a gushing of squirting cum to exit, the orgasm finished all the way to the end of my toes. An exhausted squeal of pleasure escaped my mouth. At that moment, I sensed movement and looked toward the porch. Had I imagined the hand that was escaping around the side of the house? When I stood up to look there was nobody there. "It was just my imagination." I headed back into the house for a long bath and a good night's sleep. Stacy was supposed to come by tomorrow and I was sure we'd be hitting all the "fun spots" we'd frequented when we were in high school. I'd need sleep to keep up with her. I awoke to the smell of breakfast cooking in the kitchen. I dragged my naked body to the rocking chair long enough to slip on a t-shirt and undies before heading downstairs. Stacy and I had so much to catch up on before hitting the local hotspots. I trotted down the stairs and rounded the corner of the kitchen grabbing a brown piece of warm toast from the toaster and spinning around. "Hey, girlfrie……" I froze. Standing in front of me was not Stacy Miller, my childhood friend. In her place was a man. All I could think of was, "I'm standing half naked in front of a perfect stranger!" "Who are you?" I yelled. The Vegas woman in me grabbed the closest thing, a yet unused frying pan. "Hey, calm down," he said, moving toward me with his hands raised in defense. "No need to hurt me." He stuck his hand out in a greeting gesture. "I'm Stacy, your parents' employee, the man who runs the farm now." I couldn't hide the look of confusion and disbelief. "Why hadn't my mother told me this? Or had she?" I had been so caught up in everything back west that I didn't remember the last thing my mother had even said to me. Upon realizing my silly mistake, I began to giggle. "So, I'm funny now?" he asked. He had an adorable, slight annoyed look on his face and the more I looked at him, the more I realized how stunning he was. He stood there in worn Levi's and a t-shirt. From the sleeves of the shirt, escaped two tanned and toned arms, obviously those of a working man. His brownish, bronze hair was a bit beyond needing a haircut and the bangs hung down on his brow. But what I noticed most were his sparkling green eyes and dimple-filled smile. He had that farmboy freshness, but he was a man. The stockiness of his legs and chest told me that. Finally, I regained focus. "No, it's not you. It's just that when my mother told me that Stacy would be here to do some errands, I assumed it was Stacy Miller from the next farm, my high school pal. Thus, my running half naked to the kitchen for breakfast. I'm Rachel, by the way. I really should get a robe or something. Just stay right there." I left before he could respond. I grabbed a terry cloth robe that I found on the back of my parents' bathroom door and ran like a schoolgirl back down the stairs. "There, is this better?" I said entering with my arms outstretched like a supermodel. "You look great, but I didn't think you looked bad before." He said it with such a serious face I couldn't tell if he was flirting or just stating a fact. "Thanks," I said, suddenly speechless. We finished breakfast in a comfortable silence. I began to clear the table. I sensed his movement and was suddenly tingly as he reached around me to put his dishes in the sink in front of me. "Well, I guess I'll get to my errands. It was nice to finally meet you Rachel." I turned to face him. I couldn't just let him walk out and leave just yet. Suddenly, I blurted out, "Hey, could you use some help today? I'm trying to get the big city out of my head and some good hard farm work could help." Hoping to sense some excitement from Stacy, I looked closely for his reaction. He turned to get his worn baseball cap, put in on, and said "Sure, whatever makes you happy." Then he headed out the door. Not exactly the reaction I was hoping for. I ran upstairs anyway. This was going to be fun. I threw my hair into a high ponytail that still allowed me some flirtatious hair swinging. I put on some old, worn jeans and a red tank top. The straps of my black bra peeked out the sleeves, but there wasn't much I could do. I headed outside to look for Stacy. He was in the barn. He said he needed to stack some smaller hay bales from the field in the barn. I was eager to help. I jumped into the passenger side of his truck before he was even in himself. As he started the engine, the sound of "Hurt So Good" by John Mellencamp filled the air. I began to sing along and as I did he just chuckled and put his hand up to his chin. I was afraid I was becoming more of a novelty to him than a temptress, so I stopped singing. "Why'd you stop?" he asked. "Afraid I was getting on your nerves," I said. I was hoping this was the beginning of a good conversation. "Nah." was his only reply. So much for conversation. "Well," I thought, "at least I'll get some sun and a good workout." The next hour or so, Stacy and I put all our efforts into loading his truck with hay. I was determined to show him what a work horse I was, even though I couldn't help but glance at his firm backside and even let my mind wander to what a girl might find beneath those faded Levi's. I, however, seemed to have no effect on him, even when I tucked my shirt into its neck, revealing my taut, bronze tummy. Nothing. We headed back into the truck and Stacy sped off for the barn. He pulled the truck into the barn and said, "Well, here we are, ready to unload. Thanks again for your help." Then, he walked straight back and began to work. In silence, as was beginning to become our staple, we unloaded the bales into the barn. About halfway through the job, Stacy took a small cooler of water out of the back of his truck and handed it to me. "I always bring an extra," he said "Thanks." He sat down on the back of his truck and took his cooler out. He drank heartily and I tried not to stare as I saw some of the water drip down his chin and roll down his sweat glistening chest. I took a drink of the cold water and smiled. It was always so good to have water after such hard work on the farm. It felt like I had finally come home again. I leaned my head back and poured a bit of the water onto my forehead, letting it run back into my hair. I looked up, hoping that Stacy had finally taken notice. His reaction was, "Well, I guess we'd better get this finished." We got quickly back to work. We took the bales off the truck and put them into the stacks in the barn. As I climbed off the truck with the next to last bale, I said, "Whew, almost the last of them." Giving me no reaction, he swiftly stepped past me and got the last bale. In my head, I wondered, "Damn, what does a girl have to do to get a reaction around here?" I looked up to see Stacy stepping off the back of the truck with the last bale. Before getting to the stack, he sat the bale down and took a seat on it. "Fuck!" he grunted. "What's wrong?" I asked. " I swore I wouldn't do this," he answered. "What? What have you done?" "Rachel, the other night when you came home, I was here." "Yeah?" I asked, not getting the big deal. "You know, the tire swing?" He let the reality of that statement sink in. "Oh shit!" I said. "Yes," he answered, "I couldn't help it. I watched the whole thing. I swore I'd never get myself mixed up with another woman but when I saw you put your fingers inside you, I couldn't help it. I watched you cum and then I came to the barn for a good cum myself." He put his face into his hands. "Rachel, I've said I'm done with women. But, then you came and I watched you in that most intimate of moments. All day, all I've done is try to focus on anything but you, your smile, your breasts, your body. Needless to say, I've failed. I'm so sorry." I stood up and put my hand on his shoulder. "Are you kidding?" I asked, "I've been trying to get your attention all day. Everything I've done today was trying to prod some sort of reaction out of you. I thought either he's dead or I'm not a bit sexy." He suddenly stood up, "No!" he yelled. "Rachel, you're so, se….oh fuck it!" He grabbed me by the waist and before I knew what happened, I was back flat on the hay with Stacy on top of me. His manly smell emanated from his body. He paused as if he was frozen. I reached my hand around to the back of his head and gently moved his face toward mine. "It's okay, Stacy." Then I kissed him tenderly on the mouth, feeling his tender, plump lips envelop mine. "Are you sure?" he asked. "Fuck me Stacy!" I yelled maybe a bit too loudly. "For God's sake, what does a girl have to do to get laid around here?" He giggled and then buried his face in my neck. He nibbled and kissed all around my neck and face. It was obvious it had been a while for him. The urgency gave him away. Like something in a good erotic story, he grasped the neck of my t-shirt and ripped it open. His hands rubbed along the edge of my black, silk bra looking for the opening. He found it around on my back and as he removed the garment, his lips trailed onto my nipple. He took playful nibbles at each one, inspiring them to full attention. He pulled his t-shirt over his head revealing a tight, sweaty stomach. My hands traced the hair on his stomach down to the waist of his jeans. He stood above me, towering, and unbuttoned his jeans. At the same time he pulled down his boxer briefs to reveal a partially hardened 7 inch, cock. It was curved a bit to the right, and had a perfectly rounded head. He reached out his hand to help me to my feet, thinking that I would escape my pants as well. However, I couldn't resist the gift he'd presented me. After getting to my knees, I took his cock in my hand and began to caress his shaft. With the other hand, I cupped and fondled his balls. I looked up into his face and watched the dimples emerge as he smiled. I used my tongue to tease the tip of his dick and began to swirl my hand around his shaft. His head leaned back and while he wasn't looking, I took the entire length of his cock in my mouth. I let my tongue glide up and down the bottom, teasing the tip as he'd almost exit my lips. It was obvious it was good for him, as small gutteral grunts began to fill the air. Suddenly, he pulled out and said, "Rachel, I need to have you now." "Then take me Stacy." From that moment, I lost all control. He helped me up and out of my pants. Then, without speaking, he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around him. I felt him lift my body with one arm. With the other hand, he reached down and directed his now fully hard shaft toward my waiting, wet hole. He gently let my body ease down, entering me slowly yet fully. Completely upright, he began to ease my body up and down his shaft. My arms were around his neck and my head tilted back to take him fully inside. We were both sweating. Eventually, he began to thrust more quickly and my hands grasped his shoulders for balance. He was fully impaling me with every thrust. I could feel his body rub against my clit each time his hips met mine. I'd never known anything this raw and full of emotion. I could feel my own orgasm building. At the same time, I could sense that he was close as well. The thrusts got faster and as I felt my pussy expel the juices that had so needed freeing, I felt his massive cock empty deep inside me. He fell gently to his knees and we landed in the hay, his body covering me. As I looked up, I saw tears in his eyes. "Oh God, Rachel." was all he could say. "It's okay Stacy. It's only the beginning." I smiled knowing I'd cum home again. I haven't been as inspired to write lately, and suddenly this story appeared in my head. Hope you enjoy, Luv Home It's only been five days since I've seen you, but it feels like a lifetime. I've been wandering streets alone for too long, and now all I want is to curl up next to you in bed and feel your warm skin against mine. I close my eyes and take a deep breath as the train ambles by yet another station, willing myself closer to home. When the train finally pulls into the station, I can see you standing on the platform, still dirty from work, but to my eyes you've never looked so good. It's all I can do not to leap off the train straight into your arms, but I restrain myself and wait my turn to alight behind the other passengers. I'm almost upon you before you see me, and your face spreads into that gorgeous grin you've got. You step forward, hugging me tightly, and kiss me gently. A kiss filled with a longing that makes my toes curl. In the car on the way home, you hold my hand tightly, looking into my eyes every so often, reminding me how much I missed you. For now, I simply enjoy the touch of your hand. You help me lift my bag up the stairs and settle it in my living room. I flop down on the couch with an exhausted sigh. You're looking at me with a hunger, and I can tell you want to rip my clothes off right there. But you look down at yourself, and with a consideration that's typical of you, tell me that you're going to have a shower and you'll be back. I feel as hot, dirty and dusty as you look, the mention of a shower makes me want one too, and I say so. With a cheeky grin, you suggest that if I'm too tired, you could wash me as well, which makes my skin tingle in anticipation – so – into the shower we go. My clothes are off before we even make it too the bathroom, and yours come off as I'm running the hot water. The sight of your dirty clothes on my bathroom floor stirs something in me, the contentment of simply having you there, and I stare at the image in the mirror of our naked selves pressed together until steam clouds it over. You gently lead me into the stream of hot water, and I stand with my back against your chest, letting the streams of heat run over us. It feels so good to be in your arms again. After a time we break apart and take turns washing each other's hair, massaging scalps and easing tensed neck muscles. When the last of the suds have washed away, you lean down and kiss me, deep and slow, making my belly twinge. I press against you harder, eager for more. You break away from me, dragging a thumb over my lips and teasingly tell me not to go so fast, you haven't been washed yet. Impatiently, I grab my cleansing gel and washcloth and wash you very thoroughly. The sweet smell of the gel fills the air around us and you inhale deeply as I methodically work down your body. I admire the way the water runs down your smooth chest as I drag the cloth over it, then your belly. I scrub your arms and back, watching the skin turn pink under my care. I pay particular attention to your buttocks, using firm strokes and kneading motions as I work down towards your thighs. As I drag the cloth up the front of your legs, I can see your cock, hard as it has ever been, hovering inches from my lips, and long to taste it. You notice me looking, and tell me that I can't touch it until I'm clean. Gently taking the washcloth from me, you turn me to face the wall, and lather up my back first. Once you're satisfied that's clean, you work up my legs to my buttocks, your fingers brushing the insides of my thighs and making my knees turn to butter. You pull me back against your chest, and start to lather up my front. Your hands knead my stomach first, then up to my breasts. You work in slow, concentric circles, and by the time you reach my nipples, they've been aching for you to touch them so long that electric shocks run through my body. Your hands follow the tremors down to my stomach again, where you start kneading downwards. As you massage my inner thighs, I can feel your mouth on my neck, and I turn to kiss you. This time, you are kissing me hard, forcefully, and your hands possess my body. You kneel down and take a nipple in your mouth, teasing it ferociously, until I can't take it anymore. I slide my body down yours and sensing my intentions you sink to the floor and rest your back against the wall as your cock slides into my wet pussy like an arrow that already knows its way to the bullseye, all in one unbelievably fluid motion. The sensation of having you inside me feels so amazing it takes me a second to adjust, but then I slowly start sliding up and down you, rivers of water covering us both, caressing our faces as our lips taste each other again and again. Your hands grasp my buttocks firmly, helping to guide me and keep me steady, and my nipples brush up and down your chest as I ride you with desperate need. There is no slow build-up as I come, just a sudden explosion like fireworks and then waves of pleasure rocking my body. My cunt muscles massaging your cock is more than you can bear, and you lift me off you, letting me slide across to the other wall as you kneel over me and come over my breasts. By the time we are able to move again, the water has washed us clean, and you draw me in to rest on your chest, then turn the water off, reach around to pick up my towel, and gently wrap it around me. After we dry off, we lie on my bed in the light of my bedside lamp for some time, simply enjoying the feel of each other. We drift off to sleep. I wake an hour or so later, but don't want to disturb you. You look so peaceful, lying there like that. My eyes caress your face, your still naked body, down to your cock, standing up hard and long, pulsing. This time, I can't resist the urge, and sliding down the bed, position myself over you and take it in my mouth. You still smell of water and shower gel, and there is the faint taste of my pussy lingering. My tongue flicks the underside of the head, and you moan in your sleep. Of course, this turns me on, and I find myself licking and sucking you with abandon. I feel your hand run through my hair, and know you're awake. I can feel you writhing around the bed in pleasure as my tongue and hands tease you, and I feel you tense beneath me, knowing you are close to coming. You pull me up towards you and flip me on to my back, burying your face in my pussy, swirling your tongue around my clitoris, spreading my pussy lips with your fingers. When you feel me about to come, you pull away. In a husky voice, you ask me what I would like you to do. Desperate to have you inside me again, I moan for you to please, oh god, make love to me. Not needing any more prompting, you slide your cock into my pussy, and as my legs wrap around my waist, start slowly grinding against me. My feet press against the backs of your thighs, urging you deeper, but you refuse to go faster. This time I feel it building up, and waves rush over my body as I come like my insides had turned to liquid chocolate. Your lips press down on mine as the waves subside, sending shivers down my spine and pushing a second orgasm through my still liquid insides. I wrap my legs around you tighter, I can feel you tensing up, and you come with powerful bursts, muffled groans escaping your throat though your mouth is still kissing mine. You collapse on top of me, spent. We lay like that for some time, before rolling onto your side and pulling me into you. Eventually, we drift off to sleep again in a tangle of limbs. Some time later, we'll get up, talk about what to have for dinner, and you'll listen to the excited chatter that accompanies my holiday photos, but for now, it's enough to be back in your arms. Home "Why are you here, Jenessa?" The ventriloquist operating Dion's vocal cords said the words without his brain being aware. Every coherent thought had fled once he'd opened the door and caught the faint trace of her perfume. Red Door. Always Red Door. He'd fought an internal war with himself over whether he could deal with the bullshit that would follow. It was always the same, this game she played. Yet he couldn't stop his feet from crossing the threshold. And damn it, she loved that shit. It was if her fingers were already sliding along his spine with deliberate slowness, sampling the quivers of his suffering. Then as now, he could never say no to the temptation. He told himself that it was because he loved her. She was a feline apparition leaning back on his navy couch. The white of her skirt suit set off the alabaster hue of her skin. Silky black hair splashed over her shoulders in glorious rivulets. But the eyes were the gray of summer storms and just as dangerous. He put his briefcase on the table carefully, watching her. Just as she watched him. Like panthers in a sexual jungle looking for a place to strike. "I get away from here and all I do is think about you." Manicured fingernails traced the length of the armrest beside her in lazy circles. "I never know what to do about that." "Not my problem." "I didn't say it was." "Where the fuck did you get a key? I had the locks changed." Jenessa rose on white stiletto heels. "When it comes to you, I'm always find a way." It was true. Dion was something she couldn't seem to get out of her system. It wasn't that he was remarkable the way other men she'd known were. His hair was closely clipped sand. He kept his 6' frame in decent shape and had a face of a choirboy singing in a Baptist church. His eyes were bright and brown in a face that said he was a "good man." So orderly and proper and serious. In the beginning, she'd found this sexy. The fact that he was so genuine aroused something in her that could only be described as lust. But the very thing that drove her to him simultaneously repulsed her. After a while his presence became stifling and oppressive. Like being caged. Then she would have to open the jail doors and be free. For months on end, she'd live her life solo. Fucking anybody that caught her eye. Traveling to places he'd never go with her. Concentrating on her job at her architectural firm. Then one day out of the blue, she'd stumble over some remnant of him. The stub of a movie ticket in a purse she hadn't used in a while. A dusty photo would fall from the shelf in her closet. Some acquaintance she hadn't seen in a year would ask how he was. Just like that, he'd return to her thoughts as if he never left them. She'd try to ignore them, but eventually she'd find her way back to their street. To their apartment. Once her feet crossed the threshold, she'd remember how Dion looked when he came home from work. Carmel eyes tired from work. Wearing a suit all rumpled. He'd glance up and see her in her doorway. No hellos. Not even a chance to say his name before he'd crossed the distance between them and slammed his mouth into hers. Hands already tugging at buttons and clasps, fingers brushing her nipples. He drink her like she was water, lapping at her pussy until she exploded. Right there on the floor, one leg still encased in the pants he hadn't bother to finish getting off her. He'd sink his dick into the hilt and fuck her until she couldn't breathe. No man ever looked at her the way he did when he fucked her. In that gaze she not only saw that he loved her, but that he worshipped her. Like a man standing before the world's most sacred pleasure. It made her feel powerful, alive in a way she couldn't describe. No matter where she'd been or what she'd done, that look remained the same. Daniel didn't care if she'd fucked one man or fifty. Lived her life as if she didn't exist. Stayed away for months. His eyes never changed. "Get the hell out. Now." Part of him was pissed off, but not enough of him. Goddamn it, not enough of him. Dion was careful only to look directly into her eyes briefly. He didn't want to her realize that he thought of her when he opened his eyes every morning. His hands would burn then just to stretch out and feel her backside against him. The curve of hip beneath the sheet. Her hair sprawled out towards him. He'd stretch out under that sheet to slide his index finger along her bikini line, swooping to caress her clit. Jenessa's back would arch as her long legs spread out. Awake, she's take his fingers and plunge them into her pussy, already slick and waiting. Just with one touch. She grab his dick and stroke it hard, stopping him so she could pull him into her mouth. All the way into her throat. Swallowing his cum as she squeezed his balls and milked the juice from him. "Come here, baby. Let me look at you." Her voice tore him away from the past. Warily, he watched her walk over to him. Resisted flinching when she placed a hand on his cheek. "I want you to fuck me," she said. And the look was there underneath it all. It made her throb with need. She pressed her lips to his and his tongue shoved brutally into her mouth. She ripped at his dress shirt, snapping buttons as he slid the zipper down on her skirt. The rest of the shirt went flying off his arms when he found her bare and exposed beneath without even a snatch of lace covering her. His dick bulged out of his boxer shorts hungrily as his mind recalled what she felt like, how tight she was, slick with desire. Jenessa dropped to her knees in front of him, her mouth devouring his precum, swallowing him all the way to his balls. "Why are you back here?" He said it in a low growl. Her hand grasped his dick as she stared up at him. "Because this is where I need to be." "Why do you do this shit?" She stood close to him and went up on tiptoe so his dick would glide along the front of her folds. Her breasts slammed into the hard lines of his chest. But he wouldn't touch her. "I fucked three other men. I let one of them fuck me in the ass against a bathroom counter while my face was pressed against the mirror." His breath shuddered out as she continued to let his dick slide along the crevice of her pussy. "I'm never enough for you, right?" "But you are. I come back here because you are enough." "I want to hate you. I should hate you," he said. But he let her push him back on the couch. Braced himself as she straddled him and her cunt devoured his dick in one stroke. Jenessa slid up the ten inches slowly, taking her time to remember what each ridge felt like inside her, how the tip brushed the backside of her clit on its way out sending erotic waves up into her womb. "Love me," she cried out. "Love my pussy. Love my body. Put your hands on me." Dion let go. He put his head to her right breast, drew the nipple into his mouth. He embraced her, one hand on her upper back. The other on her right hip. And he loved her despite his anger and rage. Despite himself. He pressed her hips down as he lifted his own. Driving up into her, searching for her heart. The strokes were so hard that her head snapped back, a moan bursting out of her. Dion's dick hammered like a piston, ramming into the interior velvet slick with pearls of come. She shivered in his arms, eyes closed in rapture. Arms holding the sides of his head as he drank her ecstasy from her breasts. His eyes whispered shut as he pounded up into her pussy. Faster. Harder. Deeper. Searching. Seeking. The climax rose in his groin, tightening his balls and ass. Jenessa sucked in her breath on the verge of coming, anticipating his eruption. The strokes were so fast that she had to clamp her ankles together to hold on. God, she couldn't breath or think. Nothing but sensation, driven by the long length of his dick sliding in and out of her folds, crushing the lips as he dove past them, smacking her clit like a chime striking the hour. Jenessa reached the height of her come, stood on the pinnacle where the pleasure was so intense that her entire body flinched away from it but his hands held her in place. His arms absorbed her convulsions. On the fifth convulsion, his dick struck the soft center of her cervix. "I love you, Jenessa." It was said in the hushed tones of one standing on a mountain seeing massive green hills in all directions, facing a sun shining its majesty on the valleys below. Come exploded from his dick in milky rivers that flooded her pussy as she screamed out his name. The convulsions rocked her gently like a boat on calm waters, knocking her back with cresting waves she sensed in every portion of her body. It was as she had no substance, hallow like a reed blowing in sensual winds. The tears rolled from her eyes without her being aware of them. They swayed in each other's arms, dancers in the erotic embrace of infinity. Opened their eyes at the same time. "I can never hate you, Jenessa. I wish sometimes that I could, but that's not in me. All I've ever had was love. No matter where you go or what you do, you always have that." She couldn't say anything. Not even to return his words. Because in that instant, she was humbled. Jenessa was home.