8 comments/ 23681 views/ 3 favorites Passion Reborn By: ImACrazyFool The dull, dizzying hum of his computer, and the all too quiet atmosphere of his work had put a tiring, lazy shroud over Andrew. Summer was rapidly approaching, and his eyes drifted past the blinds and into the beautiful day outside. He was cooped up inside, restricted and unable to leave. Andrew let out a long, slow sigh and raised both of his hands clasped together over his head and stretched. He leaned back in his black office chair and let out a long yawn, his mouth somehow squeaking and quacking in the process. He looked at the bottom right of his computer screen and read the numbers. He still had three hours left of work. Andrew leaned forward in his computer chair and brought his hands back to the black keyboard. He was the product assistant manager for a software company, a glorified way of saying he was the team lead for a small group of five people. It was also a sign that he was doing more work then he had to and was severely underpaid. "Hey Andrew," he heard a female voice call to him. Andrew spun around in his chair and looked at the entrance to his cubicle to see his female supervisor. She was Asian, and she had long, straight black hair and was fairly short. Her body was magnificent, having curves where all women should, yet she was slender. She always sported a friendly smile and was one of the most intelligent people that he had known. Most of the guys became stuttering idiots around her, but Andrew had managed to keep his cool, and always treated her with respect. After all, she was his supervisor, and she knew much more then he did. "How'd the meeting go?" Andrew asked between another stifled yawn. "It went well, just the usual crap. Are you tired?" she asked, keeping her almond shaped, dark brown eyes fixed on Andrew's oval face. "Yeah, feeling kind of sick actually," Andrew said quickly, before he could realize what he was saying. He wasn't feeling sick, nor was he ill in anyway. The words had just seemed to roll off his tongue without him realizing what he was saying. She looked at Andrew for a second, her eyes fixed on his face. After a brief pause, she said, "It's a slow week, why don't you head out of here early?" She averted her eyes from his face and slowly looked away. Her eyes drifted around his cubicle, noticing the clutter on the desks that lines all the walls of his cubicle. Andrew was quiet for a second as he briefly considered her offer. Taking a day off was never a problem, but a day off simply meant that he would relax now and have the same work piled up for him when he got back. However, he was almost done and there were no deadlines anytime soon. "I think I'll take you up on that offer," Andrew said slowly, keeping his large, dark brown eyes fixed on her pretty, round face. "I'm leaving as well," she said. She bit her lip and contemplated whether to say more, but did not. More then three-fourths of the company was out on training or some garbage, and there was really no work to do. "See you on Monday then," she said with a large, toothy smile and walked back out of his cubicle. Andrew's eyes lingered on her frame for a split second as she walked, watching her round body sway with each step. He quickly turned his head; he wasn't interested in her. "See ya," Andrew called out, turning back towards his computer. He clicked a few times, closing down all the applications he had running and turned off his computer. He picked up the few belongings scattered around his desk and slowly headed towards the exit. Andrew pushed open the security door that lead to the exit of his company's suite and walked towards the elevator and tapped a button. He would have normally jogged down the five flight of stairs, but he really was feeling lethargic and lazy. Andrew crossed his hands as he patiently waited for it to open as he pondered what he was going to do for the weekend. He didn't have any plans and had gotten off a few hours earlier than normal. A few extra hours to spend just to himself. It was getting warm outside and maybe he'd go out and do some sports or something, he briefly thought. He hadn't had a good pick-up game of basketball in ages. He walked inside of the elevator, nodding and greeting a few people he didn't recognize and they continued in silence to the lower level. He hadn't spent much time doing any of his hobbies, and his mind wandered and he began to think about them. He had wanted to do some woodworking, perhaps start on that large table he had put off for months. Maybe he'd get a head start on that, he thought. The elevator door opened, and Andrew began walking towards the exit of the building. A cute, blond receptionist sat behind a large wooden console, and nodded and smiled at him as Andrew walked by. Andrew threw a faux-smile at her as he continued on. He pushed open the large smoked-glass doors, and let the fresh wave of hot air hit him. It was over eighty degrees, and normally he would have hated the weather but after such a long and crazy winter, he was enjoying the heat. Andrew walked over to his car and unlocked it from a distance and quickly sat down in the driver's seat. He looked up and checked his face in the rear-view mirror. He had a five o'clock shadow and his dark brown hair was combed. He shifted into drive and began heading towards home which wasn't too far away. He would be home pretty quick as there was no rush-hour traffic. Andrew reached for the dial to his radio, but didn't press it. He didn't feel like listening to music. His mind wandered back to the conversation with his supervisor. He hadn't been sick, but now that he had thought about it, he was feeling bad. Not physically, but mentally. He was tired of life in general, and didn't feel like doing anything. He had truly become apathetic about most things in general. He continued to drive towards his large, suburban home wondering why he had been feeling that way lately. He had always been someone to get things done, not lie down and do nothing. He wasn't depressed nor was he feeling a classic case of teenage angst... he was simply sad. He began to ponder about things he could do. His mind briefly reminisced back to his college days, where he didn't have too many worries. It was so recent, yet so far away. He and his friends would go party, talk about everything from girls to cars to philosophy. They'd go clubbing occasionally, find a few chicks, and just have a good time. He still had good friends but he didn't feel the same connection as he did in college. Was that the cause, Andrew thought? Maybe he'd do a nice get-together with some old buddies that he hadn't talked to in a while and get together like old times. Andrew continued to reminisce and think about his life; something that he found himself doing often. He had high hopes in life, and was working hard to achieve them. Perhaps he was sad because he wasn't moving forward in life. He had been stuck in this job for a while and there was no challenge to his life. Sure, he used his mind and everyone loved him at work, but he knew he was far from his full potential. His car slowly came to a stop in his large driveway. His house was secluded, and had a unique design to it. Essentially, it was a multi-family home. The house was divided into three distinct sections, essentially three large houses combined into one with a small hallway joining the houses. Andrew stepped out of his car, and walked in through the garage, slightly annoyed by the rumble of the garage door opener. He walked into the home, passed the family room, and went up a flight of stairs into the living room that was attached to the kitchen. His parents were sitting in the living room, with the TV on. "Hey, you're home early," his dad called out. Andrew smiled, and sat down on the couch. His parents were getting older, a little over seventy. Andrew had been born when they were older; he was sure he was that unwanted accident child that comes to couples later in life. He had three older siblings, all several years older than him. His sister was happily married and had moved out, his oldest brother was halfway across the country running his own successful startup. Andrew and his last brother, who was closest to his age and about eight years older than him, had always been close and worked together. Rather then living separately, they had built a custom multi-family home together and were taking care of their parents. His parents were approaching the end of their lives, and Andrew could never fathom abandoning them or having them fend for themselves when they had family to support them. His brother also shared a similar mindset. "Yeah, got off early today. Not feeling too good." "Are you all right?" His mom asked, her face showing genuine, worried concern. "I'm all right, just tired. I think I'm gonna go take a nap." Andrew slowly stood up and walked towards the kitchen. He peered over the wall. He heard noises; a knife slicing some sort of vegetable against a wooden cutting board. His eyes fell upon something he cherished dearly -- his wife. She had tan, olive skin, and long, straight, very dark brown hair. Her body was petite, and she was more then Andrew could have dreamed for. Her face was exotic; with a combination of mixed blood from somewhere. Her body was curved in the right spots. She was one of the only girls Andrew had known that he could spend hours simply talking about nothing. They connected on so many levels. Before Andrew had met her, he didn't know such feelings were possible for someone else -- all of his past relationships seemed so superficial in comparison. Andrew walked over to her. She turned, and seeing Andrew, her face lit up with a genuine smile, revealing her pearly white teeth, "Andrew, you're here early!" she chimed, with natural enthusiasm in her voice. Her voice was sweet, and rang through the air. What always got to Andrew was how happy she had seemed with him, even after a few years of marriage. Andrew looked back at her, deeply into her large, hazel eyes. He began to remember those problems he was thinking about earlier, and suddenly, his mind had found the root of those problems. It wasn't her; but the amount of time they were spending together. They had been married for only a couple of years, but he realized that they hadn't been doing anything together lately. The passion that was once in their marriage was fading. Andrew suddenly felt awake, and alert. The cloudy haze that had surrounded his mind began to fade. "Yeah, was feeling kind of sick," he lied, "I'm gonna downstairs and lie down." Amber's smile diminished, and she showed concern, "Are you okay? You never get sick." "I'm doing alright," Andrew said again, using a fake tired voice. Andrew turned around and slowly walked to his room, which was essentially in his own house. However, he was able to get to it from within the main house. It was separated away from the rest of their house, so they had their privacy. He remembered back to their college days where he and Amber had met... staying awake into the late hours of the night, talking about nothing and everything. He remembered simply holding her to sleep every night, his breath and hers taken awaken every time they touched; every time they kissed. He remembered that blinding passion, the pleasantly-nauseating feeling of being madly in love. It was almost gone now; and that's why he was sad. His relationship with his wife had become almost routine. He wasn't sad about his life not going anywhere, or that his friends weren't doing anything. He needed to bring that back; that passion that he, and was sure Amber, longed for. He needed to reignite that flame that existed between them. He was going to change that today; he wasn't going to continue having a mediocre relationship with his wife. He walked into his large room and headed for the walk-in closet, stripping off his business shirt and throwing on a plain t-shirt and changing into more comfortable clothes. He began to think about what he was going to do. Should he go get her? Talk to her? No, Andrew thought, he knew that she would come to the room to see how he was feeling. He would surprise her then. He waited for a few minutes by the door to his room, listening, and waiting for her to approach. He began to feel anxious, his heart-racing and pulse increasing. He couldn't believe it; was he getting excited simply waiting for his wife? Sure enough, he heard soft delicate footsteps against the hardwood floor. They approached closer, and closer. The door handle turned, and Amber walked into the room. Andrew glided towards her, and in one swift motion, he slid his hand around her waist and pulled her close. He felt the warmth of her body for an instant before pulling her into a deep, loving embrace and without saying a word, he leaned forward and kissed her on her sweet lips. He felt her body go tense. He was sure she was completely surprised by the turn of events. Her head slowly pulled back, but Andrew continued the kiss, refusing to part their lips. It only took a second before Amber relaxed, and began to reciprocate. The two remained connected as they kissed. Andrew finally pulled back, slowly opening his eyes to see a flushed Amber. Her face was slightly red, and he could see that her breathing had become erratic. "Wow," she exhaled after a second with a look of confusion, shock and happiness on her face, "I didn't expect that." The two were still standing by the door, and with his foot, Andrew kicked it shut. Without saying another word, he pulled her closer to an embrace, going into another long, loving kiss. His lips touched her soft, moist lips, tugging and pulling at them. He ran his hand across her back, rubbing it through her thin, cotton shirt. He continued to pull her closer, wrapping his arms around her petite frame. He broke the kiss for a second. Her eyes were closed, and she exhaled deeply and he felt her body become semi-limp. She slowly opened her eyes, and said with excitement and confusion, "What's gotten into you?" With a smile, and in a baffled tone, she added, "Are you feeling okay?" "I was feeling sick... of missing you," Andrew said softly, moving his face close to hers, "I've been missing you lately." He planted a series of slow, soft kisses starting at her cheek and going towards her jaw. She exhaled again, and he felt a shiver run through her. Her hands were loosely wrapped around him. They were standing close to the wall, and Andrew shifted her weight, slowly pinning her against it. He continued his series of slow, kisses, covering every part of the side of her face. He forgot how much he missed simply smelling her and feeling her soft delicate skin. It had been a while since they had simply kissed one another, not as a precursor to sex. Now, the two didn't know what was to come and it only added to the excitement. It was spontaneous; it was random. He continued to kiss her, reaching her ear, and then moving towards her eyes, and then finally went back to her lips. He felt Amber pressed against him. She was skinny, and Andrew's large body pinned her easily against the wall. She was still in a daze, and she wasn't moving... simply standing there baffled by what was going on. He continued another long kiss on her lips, playing with them, periodically breaking the kiss and starting a new one. Their tongues met, dancing with one another as the two continued their passionate kiss. Amber's eyes were closed, and she slowly pulled her soft, moist lips away. Her large, hazel eyes fluttered and slowly opened. Their eyes locked, but the two didn't say anything. They simply stood, looking at one another in the eyes for a second. For that brief moment, they both understood each other, and knew what each other wanted. Words would have been inadequate to explain their love towards one another. The two continued their gaze, eyes locked. Andrew closed his eyes and brought his face towards the side of hers. "I want you," Andrew whispered quietly, by her ear. He didn't exactly mean this in a sexual sense. He wanted her; to hold her, to caress her, to engulf her with his love. Amber slid her hands around Andrew's back, moving them up to his shoulders, and finally to the back of his head. She closed her eyes, and pulled his face close to hers, wrapping her lips around his. Andrew used his arms, holding her tightly underneath his weight. Amber broke the kiss, and looked at Andrew in the eyes. "Take me," she breathed. Andrew slowly reached down with his right arm. He smoothly and quickly lifted her legs off the ground, effectively sweeping her off her feet. Amber had her hands wrapped around his neck and supported her weight. He easily carried her round, petite frame toward the large bed, and playfully tossed her onto the bed. Without waiting an instant, Andrew slid on top of her, wrapping his arms around her back, and held her tightly. Their lips met again, and both of them closed their eyes momentarily enjoying the sweet paradise of their lips mingling. Their hearts raced, in anticipation of what was to come. Both of them were lying down, groping each other, and rubbing their hands against each other's body. Their heads moved back and forth, kissing one another, with each kiss growing in passion and lust. Amber's hands traced along his back, moving up and down. She finally grabbed a hold of the bottom of his t-shirt, yanking on it, and tugging it up towards his shoulders. Andrew didn't raise his arms, but continued to hold Amber, kissing her. After a very long time, Andrew didn't want sex... he wanted her. He broke the kiss, and simply held her tightly, resting his face next to her, inhaling deeply. The scent of her perfume and sweat was delicious. He slowly pulled back, and Amber raised the t-shirt, and Andrew slowly took it off, tossing it to the side of the bed. Andrew rested back down, feeling his bare chest press against her petite, clothed body. Even though she was clothed, her warm breasts felt great against his chest. His arms were wrapped around her frame, and he leaned down again, passionately kissing her. Amber raised her legs, intertwining them around Andrew's legs, pulling him closer. She wrapped her arms around Andrew's bare body, and began to roll, all while maintaining their long kiss. Amber rolled, so she was on top, straddling Andrew. She leaned back, and started grinding herself against Andrew's crotch, and slowly took off her shirt. Her tan body, became exposed, and she adeptly popped off her bra without any tease. Passion and maddening lust had overcome the two. She tossed her top to the far corner of the room, not caring where it would land. She once again leaned forward and Andrew slid his arms up and down across her back, tracing delicate lines across her tanned, soft skin. He felt her warm, soft breasts push against his bare chest, and the two kissed once again. Andrew pushed up with his face returning her kisses with blinding lust and love. His arms wrapped around her soft skin and pulled her close. Amber had straddled Andrew. She performed her exotic dance, gyrating her hips, and moving up and down, grinding against Andrew's crotch. She briefly raised her body, and began to unbutton her pants. Even after marriage, Amber had always been a tease and he had never seen her get out of the clothes so quickly. Usually, it was Andrew who was the one taking off the clothes and in a rush. In a swift maneuver, she raised her body and took her pants and panties off, and then rolled back onto Andrew straddling him once again. He slowly turned again, once again rolling on their large bed. Andrew was now on top, and Amber was underneath him, her full, nude petite body wrapped around and hugging Andrew. He lowered his face down to hers, and kissed the side of her cheek, planting a series of small kisses. Each kiss was slow, soft, and filled with love. He continued until he kissed her jaw line, and down to her chin, and finally down to her neck, spending time kissing the front and sides. The two were at the edge of the bed, and Andrew slowly continued to kiss, maintaining his slow speed. He lingered around her neck, making sure he didn't miss a spot, and slowly continued downward along her smooth body. He was enjoying the feeling of her soft flesh between his lips. He kissed at the ravine between her petite breasts, briefly cupping them in his hands, enjoying their warmth and softness. His fingers gently traced circles around them, caressing them. His hands began to move downward the side of her body, until they rested on her hips. His face was still by her breasts, and he continued to kiss downwards, making his way past them and to her firm, toned stomach. Passion Reborn His hands lifted her frame off the bed, and he cupped her round ass, caressing the curves, and then moved downwards towards her thighs. Andrew was now off the bed, and kneeling down. Amber had propped herself up on her elbows and she was looking at Andrew watching him pleasure her. Andrew continued his kisses, moving past her navel and into her pubic area. He stopped, and slowly slid down to his knees. Amber moved her legs, and lightly wrapped them around his body, almost pinning him in that position. He turned his face towards the left, and began kissing her inner thighs. He kissed for a few seconds before turning towards the other thigh. Andrew was normally straight to get to the action, and he knew Amber enjoyed it. But he was going to take his time today; he was going to tease her until she couldn't wait any longer. Andrew continued to kiss for several minutes, ignoring her beautiful vulva. His hands traced circles around her thighs and ass, stopping at the creases, teasing them and playing with them. His tongue was tracing lines, and drawing patterns, and he used his lips to pull gently and suck on the warm, soft skin. Amber had fallen back on to the bed, closing her eyes. Her breathing was slow, deep and heavy, and she cupped her breasts with her hands, fingering her nipples. Andrew continued his kisses, slowly spiraling towards his vulva, building the anticipation. He finally brought his face to the bottom of her outer lips, and gently kissed, sucking softly. He traced his tongue, up and down the bottom portion of her vulva, completely ignoring her clitoris and surrounding area. Andrew continued this, enjoying the sight of a perfectly shaped pussy, and the salty-sweet smell and taste of his woman. He continued to tease Amber, running his hand along her ass, and cupping it. She was breathing harder now. Andrew widened his tongue, and starting from the bottom, he lapped at the bottom portion of her opening, bringing his tongue close to her clit, but stopping well before touching it. He began to trace circles around the clit with his tongue, waiting for her visual cues of anticipation. Andrew continued to tease, and he saw Amber slowly lower her hand to touch her clit. With his left hand, he held hers, stopping her from pleasuring herself; denying her the pleasure of her clit. Andrew continued his tease at a painfully slow rate, taking all the time in the world. Amber had wrapped her legs tightly around his body now, and with her other free hand, she grabbed Andrew's dark, brown hair, and pulled at it playfully. Andrew continued to suck, lick and lap at her outer and inner lips. She pulled with her legs even tighter against him, the first sign that she was getting to the point where she couldn't take any more teasing. Andrew continued to lick painfully slow. He knew Amber wanted it bad, but he denied her the pleasure. He slowly brought his finger into play, by rubbing around the bottom of her opening, spreading his saliva and her wetness around with his finger. Amber began to slowly gyrate her hips. It was slow, almost gentle at first, but it was the second sign that she reaching the limit of how much she could be teased. He knew she wouldn't be able to tolerate any more teasing soon. Andrew continued to painfully lick around clitoris, ignoring the fleshy hood and the surrounding area, but had increased the pace with his fingers. He rubbed around her outer lips with two of his fingers, gently massaging them. Amber was now moving her hips faster, back and forth, lightly fucking his face with her pelvis, but Andrew knew that anticipation was the key. He wanted to push her to her limits, until she couldn't take it any more. He wanted her to scream with ecstasy when he brought his tongue to her clitoris. Andrew increased his speed with his fingers, and with his tongue. He slowly slid the tip of his finger inside her, feeling her hot vagina envelop his fingers. She was wet. He only slipped his fingers in an inch or so, pulling them in and out, and rotating both of them as they went in and out. Andrew continued this for several minutes. Amber let out a long, guttural sigh. Her eyes were closed. Her legs were wrapped around Andrew tightly, and her left hand was almost painfully pulling on Andrew's hair. She let go of Andrew's hand, and cupped her breast with her right hand. Her back was slightly arched, and her breathing was erratic. She opened her mouth, and slowly moaned out, "Andrew..." Andrew slid his fingers in deeper, but slowed down his pace with them. He increased the pace of his tongue, spiraling close to her clit, but pulling away at the last second, and repeating the process. Her left hand slowly made its way down, in attempt to give her clit the attention it yearned for. Andrew reached with his left hand, and held hers, preventing her from pleasuring herself. Their fingers mingled and she wrapped them around his, squeezing tightly. With his fingers inside her soft, moist pussy, he spun them around, his palm facing upward and slowly reached for her g-spot. He traced slowly along it. He put some pressure, and began rubbing, and she let out a short, quick moan. "Andrew," she said quickly, her sweet voice ringing with urgency. Andrew rubbed her g-spot, and stopped, alternating between sliding in and out, and rubbing it. Andrew kept rubbing her g-spot, varying his pressure and speed all while continuing his tongue-tease. "Andrew..." she said again, her voice combining urgency and dreaminess. Her hips were almost bucking now, and he was moving back and forth to keep up with them, but he ignored her clit. Her hips continued to buck and gyrate, but Andrew did not increase his speed. He continued his tease for several more minutes. The bucking of her hips finally slowed, and her body began to writhe. She let out a long moan. Her body was pushing back against the bed, and her body began to unnaturally twist and squirm, as if she was in painful agony yet enjoying it at the same time. It was time. Andrew continued his spiral with his tongue, and instead of pulling away at the last second as he had done, he wrapped his lips around her clitoris. He sucked, and moved his tongue around her engorged clitoris, giving it the attention he deserved. He simultaneously turned his fingers towards her g-spot, and began rubbing hard and fast. The result was explosive. Her hips briefly bucked violently, and her leg spasmed out. Her body arched, and she exhaled, groaned and moaned with immense pleasure at the same time. Andrew picked up his snail pace, licking her clit quickly, and sucking. His finger fucking continued at a fast pace, giving her g-spot the attention it yearned for. Andrew continued to lick, suck and finger fuck, twisting his fingers as he moved in and out. His left hand was intertwined with hers, and the sounds she was making brought pure joy to his ears. Amber had never been very vocal in bed, but she was breathing heavily and with each breath there was a combination of a guttural groan, a pleasurable moan, and a deep sigh of relief. Her fingers began to slightly tremble, and she squeezed tightly with her hand. He felt her body go tense, and her legs began to pull him closer, tightening around him. Her pussy began to tighten, and he could feel the building tension. Amber attempted to say something, but it came out as gibberish. Andrew continued his cunnilingus. Suddenly, he felt Amber's body rock. Her hips thrust forward. Her body tightened, and her back arched. Her fingers squeezed painfully tight against his hand, and she pulled incredibly hard on Andrew's hair. Her legs began to tighten around Andrew's neck, and he felt waves of tightening and releasing wash over his fingers inside her pussy. She let out the most beautiful sound, the sound pure, unadulterated ecstasy. The female orgasm was truly a beautiful thing. Andrew continued to do exactly what he was doing, feeling her pussy pulsate around his fingers. After twenty or so seconds, he felt her grip begin to loosen. Using her hand that was in his hair, she slowly pushed him away from her vagina, and Andrew leaned back, pulling his fingers out of her slick vagina. He stretched his aching jaw and sore fingers. She slowly pulled him up with her trembling body, pulling him into a missionary style position, and wrapped her legs and arms around him. Without saying a word, she grabbed his face, and pulled him close and simply gave him a long, loving kiss. The kiss didn't have the same lust to it, but it was more passionate than before. She slowly rolled him over, and once again straddled him. Andrew was still wearing his lounge pants. She slowly slid off of him, pulling at the elastic waistband of his pants. He was hard. And yearning to get out. She pulled his pants off, along with his boxers, and tossed them to the far corners of the room. Andrew was lying in the center of the bed. He wanted it bad. She slowly reached up and put a soft, delicate hand around the base of his hard penis. She moved her hand up along the penis, gently pulling at the skin and applying pressure to the underside of his penis, milking out the precum in his urethra. Several large drops oozed out the tip of his penis. With her delicate fingers, she used it to spread around his penis, immediately rubbing his glans with it. Andrew exhaled deeply and closed his eyes, enjoying the pleasure that his sexy wife was giving him. Amber slowly lowered her face to his dick, and slowly wrapped her mouth around the tip. She swirled her tongue, up and down, and bobbed briefly on it, dribbling saliva over it insuring it was wet. She pulled back, and used her fingers to gently wet the rest his penis. "How do you want it?" she asked calmly and coolly. She blew with her mouth, the wave of cold air hitting his wet penis. A shiver went up Andrew's spine, and his heart seemed to have almost skipped a beat. He motioned for Amber to come up to him. He didn't want a blow job; he wanted her. She got up from her knees, and climbed onto the bed, straddling him around the stomach. Her feet were by his sides, and she leaned forward provocatively. Her pussy brushed up against his stomach, and he enjoyed the sensation of her hot pussy brushing against him, leaving a trail of wetness. Their faces met, and Andrew grabbed her around the back and pulled her closer, feeling her breasts and body against his chest. She slowly slid down, until they were lined up. With her arms wrapped around Andrew's shoulders, she slowly sat up and leaned backwards. They slid around, and Amber continued to shift, until Andrew was on top of her, in a missionary type position. "C'mon," Amber cooed again, "Give it to me." Andrew felt his hard penis pushed up against her pelvis, lining up with hers. He supported his weight on his elbows, and his hands were wrapped around underneath Amber's body, holding and caressing her and pulling her close. He lowered his face towards her, bringing his lips to hers and kissed her once again. Their lips met, and tongues tangoed. Amber wrapped her arms around his back, underneath his shoulders. Her left arm was on his back, moving up and down and her right hand was on the back of his head, pulling him close. She raised her legs, and interlocked them with Andrew's, and wrapped her calves around his calves, pinning him onto her. Andrew slowly broke the kiss. His heart was racing, and his breaths were heavy. He leaned back, separating the two of them briefly. He was slightly on his knees, and he reached down and held the base of his penis with his right hand. Holding it firmly, he rubbed it slowly along her vulva, covering it with her wetness. Her vulva felt so smooth and slick against his hard dick. He briefly waited for a second, and looked at her beautiful face. Their eyes locked, and both of their eyes showed emotions that no words could have said. Andrew slowly thrust his hips forward, and he slid into her. Her hot pussy enveloped his raging dick. The heat, the wetness, everything was perfect, almost mind-numbing. He closed his eyes, unable to handle the flood of pleasure to his brain, and slowly withdrew and thrust deeply again, his pubic bone hitting her clit. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure through him, almost making it difficult for him to breath. His eyes slowly opened, and Amber reached up with her arms, and pulled him down close. She locked her hands around him, running them up and down along his back, and held him tightly. Andrew continued to thrust slowly, rotating his hips slightly with each thrust, maximizing both of their pleasure. His face was next to hers, and he turned, kissing her on the cheek. His body moved rhythmically, periodically pulling out and in, each thrust providing pleasure to both Andrew and his wife. Their bodies were locked, and their breaths were synced. Amber let out slow, soft gasps with each thrust, as her clit was stimulated by his pubic bone. She turned her face so their lips met, and the two locked lips. She squeezed her pussy, gyrating her hips slightly with each thrust, pulling and tugging at his penis. Her legs were wrapped around him, pulling him in faster on the thrust, and releasing him slowly. Their bodies rubbed against one another, and the fine sheet of sweat had formed between them. Andrew continued to thrust, his hard penis pleasing her tight pussy. Her pussy grabbed on to his dick, complementing it in the perfect way. She was wet, and so damned hot. Andrew broke their kiss, and his face dropped down into the side of hers. He inhaled deeply, and pushed deeply into her. He savored the taste of their kiss on his lips, and enjoyed her sweet, sweaty smell. The temperature of her body felt perfect against him, and he loved the way her soft breasts pushed against his chest. The way she was rubbing her hands up and down along his back was perfect, and he loved the feeling of her legs wrapped around his. Both of them remained intertwined, momentarily stopped, savoring the moment. He loved the heat that enveloped him, and she squeezed with her pussy, almost as if massaging it from within. She slowly gyrated her hips, and began to please him slowly, without him thrusting. Andrew's face was to the side of Amber's, and she turned her face, so her mouth was by his ear. "I love you," she whispered, before he could say anything, kissing him slowly on the cheek. Andrew didn't respond, but his heart fluttered. There really was no other feeling that could match the joy that those three little words brought to him. He couldn't have dreamed for someone more perfect. Andrew turned towards her, and simply kissed her on the cheek, and began his thrusting once again, his ears enjoying her slight moans and light, fleshy slapping sounds. Andrew increased his pace, pushing his hard penis in and out of her faster and harder. Her fingernails dug into his back, and she exhaled deeply. She moaned slightly, and softly said, "Oh, keep doing it like that." Andrew obliged, and continued his rapid pace, pushing and pulling his hard penis. He would periodically stop, and make sure his pubic bone rubbed against her clit, giving it the attention that it needed. Andrew was slightly propped up on his elbows, and he slowly lowered himself onto Amber. She pulled him closely, and he wrapped his arms underneath her back, pulling her close, almost slightly off the bed. Andrew continued to fuck her hard, and she unwrapped her legs from around his, and slowly drew them up to her body, sighing deeply as she did so. Andrew was able to thrust deeper, and easily slide in and out. She slowly raised her feet, and locked them around his mid back, putting them into a modified butterfly position. Her legs were raised high, and wrapped around his back allowing and Andrew was slide in deeper and hit the sensual areas of her pussy. She moaned louder now, and Andrew continued to slide inside her, going deeper and hitting her g-spot with each thrust. He thrust deeply inside of her, and felt her body began to writhe underneath him. Amber pulled her right hand away from his back, and brought it down to her clit and began furiously rubbing it. She pulled him tightly with her other arm, and Andrew continued his furious fuck, giving it to her hard and fast. Their faces were inches from one another, and Amber's eyes were closed. Her jaw clenched, and her body was tense. She had stopped gyrating and squeezing her pussy -- she was simply lying there, almost holding her breath. Suddenly, without warning, she began to orgasm. Her body shook, and her pussy tightened. Her arms slowly trembled, and her face bore a dreamy expression. Andrew continued his fuck, not stopping, and making sure to rub against her clit as he had been doing. She let out a soft moan of relief, and slowly opened her eyes, locking them with Andrew. It wasn't nearly as powerful as her first orgasm, but it was still immensely pleasurable for her. Their eyes were locked, and they both didn't say anything. Andrew stopped, and felt her tightness around him, and savored the feeling of her body wrapped around his. The two looked deeply into one another eyes. Andrew adored the way her large, hazel eyes looked back at him with passion. "Ride me," Andrew commanded softly. With his arms wrapped around her back, the two rolled. Andrew was still inside her, and now Amber was on top. Her body was pressed closely against his and her legs were drawn up to his sides. She was straddling him. She didn't move up and down, but she slid back and forth, causing numerous pleasurable sensations for Andrew. His penis moved up and down, and the feeling of having her body rubbing against his groin was pleasurable. She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him, and continued her grinding. Andrew had his arms wrapped around her back, and slid them down slowly, until they cupped her round, curvy ass, roughly caressing it. Amber began to slowly bounce up and down, only moving up and down a few inches. Andrew groaned, and pushed his head back farther into the pillow, briefly closing his eyes. The weight of her body pushing against him was mind-numbing. "I wanna see you, look at me," Amber said in a sexy voice. She sounded confident and sure of herself. Her voice was filled with love and command as she knew she was giving her man great pleasure. Andrew opened his eyes, and kept eye contact with Amber. The two gazed deeply into one another's eyes. Amber slowly pulled her hands back out of from underneath his neck, and began to lean back, shifting more weight onto his groin, and increasing her speed. She rested her hands on his chest, running her hands through the short, fine hair on his chest. Andrew sighed; he loved it when she did that. She was now sitting up straight, giving Andrew full view of her beautiful body. Her tanned, olive skin was divine, and her long, brown hair flawlessly flowed passed her shoulders. Her perfect, toned stomach complemented her beautiful, round breasts. Using his chest for support she began to go up and down, bouncing and shaking her ass with pleasure. She then briefly sat completely upright, and fell deep onto his penis. Without going up and down, she began to gyrate her hips, and slide forward and backwards, dancing with him inside of her, giving him a lap dance while fucking him. She squeezed his penis with her pussy each time she slid. Andrew's back arched; it was immensely pleasureful. His hips naturally began to thrust, or attempted to thrust to get deeper as she grinded on him. His hard penis rubbed and slid in numerous directions inside her, as she gyrated, and moved back and forth. She slowly moved up and down, and then increased her speed. She lowered her hands to Andrew's chest once again, and slowly lowered her upper body down to him, so their faces were inches apart. Her breasts brushed against his chest. She slid her hips up and down, and forward and back, and gyrated them. She slid her hands up his body, past his chest, around his neck, and finally to his shoulders. Passion Reborn She leaned forward, her face was hovering an inch or two away from his face. She dropped down hard with her pussy, pushing hard with her body against Andrew's groin. She stopped moving, and simply straddled him, with his hard dick inside of her. "Kiss me." she commanded, her eyes closed. "No," Andrew softly replied, dreamily closing his eyes. The two were still, with Amber straddling him. "You... kiss me," he said softly between deep breaths. Amber was quiet for a second; he had never said anything like that before, but she obliged. She leaned forward, and wrapped her lips around his lips sucking and gently biting on them. She kissed him lustfully and powerfully. Amber broke the kiss, and slowly kissed his cheek, and his jaw, as he had always done for her. She quickly went back to his lips, and they intertwined. She began gyrating her hips again, and began bouncing up and down once more. Amber continued to bounce rhythmically, her lips locked with Andrew's. Every time she fell down on his penis, she would either slide forward and backwards or left and right, rubbing her clit as she did so. She squeezed her pussy each time she dropped, and loosened it each time she went up. She alternated between squeezing and gyrating, and she put force in her hips. The sounds of kissing and fleshy slapping filled the room. Andrew slowly broke the kiss. "I'm .. getting close, Amber are you...?" he stammered and muttered between deep, controlled, breaths. His voice was hoarse and sort of raspy. "Are you close?" he asked once more, but Amber leaned forward and shushed him. "It doesn't matter," Amber cooed quietly in a soft voice, as she slowly kissed him, "Just ... let it go... don't worry about me, this is about you." "C'mon," Amber said as she slid up and down on him. She slightly increased her pace. "I want you to come inside of me... just relax and don't worry about me," she cooed in a sultry voice, seeing Andrew stiffen, almost intentionally holding back. She leaned forward and kissed him again. His breathing was now heavily erratic and awkward. Andrew was taking several short breaths, followed by a deep one. His arms slid up from her ass, and he wrapped them around her body, pulling her close to him in a hard embrace. "Amber, I love you," he said deeply and slowly. Amber was quiet, and she leaned forward and kissed him once again, as if saying, "I know." Amber continued her dance, moving up and down, side to side. She continued her rapid pace and bounced her hips faster and harder, making sure she was using force. She was riding him hard. He could sense he was holding out, wanting to pleasure her. "C'mon..." Amber pleaded slowly, "I wanna feel you... I want you come inside of me." She leaned closer to him, pushing her body harder against his, and bounced faster, making sure she was forceful with each trust. "I'm gonna keep fucking you, harder and faster... and faster," she cooed, hoping to drive him over the edge. "Ohhh," Amber let out a slightly exaggerated, slow-moan. She purred, "You feel so good; so hard." Andrew inhaled deeply, and she felt her arms pull her body against his incredibly hard. "Let it go, come," Amber said quickly, before diving down another long, lustful kiss on him. She bounced up and down, and moved nearly as fast and as hard as she could. She slid back and forth, and gyrated her hips, rotating them back and forth as she moved up and down. Andrew let out a deep groan, and his hips began to thrust against her. He began to come. His body felt as if it had been ignited, and his penis pulsed with immense pleasure. He shot stream and after stream of cum inside her, his body shaking with each wave of pleasure. Waves of contractions rocked through his body. His breathing stopped and became erratic, almost as if he were slightly suffocating. His vision began to dim slightly. Amber moaned, and squeezed his penis with each thrust of her vagina. She had stopped bouncing, but was only moving side to side and gyrating her hips. "Ooohh, that feels so good," She cooed, with slight exaggeration. She did enjoy the hot feeling of him being poured inside of her. Andrew continued to slightly thrust, his body feeling erratic and tingling. His breathing was heavy and deep. The two remained locked with one another as his orgasm slowly subsided. His penis squirted and twitched for what seemed like minutes inside her hot, wet pussy. He slowly released his grip on her, letting his arms loosen, but still held her tight. Amber attempted to lean back, but he held her. "You're not going anywhere," Andrew said. The sensation of the heat between them was immense. Her body was lying on top of his, and it felt perfect -- the heat, the shape, the softness, and the weight. He simply wanted to lie with her for a while, with his arms wrapped around her. He pulled her face towards him and kissed her. The lust was gone, but the passion was stronger then ever. Andrew felt and content and so was Amber. The two of them hadn't had such satisfying sex in a very long time. Amber broke their kiss, and slowly rested her head next to Andrews. The two were silent, both enjoying the feelings of their bodies touching and almost in awe, reminiscing about the fantastic event that had just occurred. Amber broke the silence, and in a sly tone said, "So, you're feeling better?" "Much." The two continued to lay on their bed, their bodies touching with arms and legs intertwined. Their dry spell was over, at least for Andrew. He felt revived, and no longer apathetic. He had a beautiful girl in his arms, who cared deeply and loved him more then he could even hope for and imagine. Amber had a man who cared for her equally as much. Life was good, and with their passion reborn, it was only bound to get better. * Authors Note: This is my first story for literotica, I hope you enjoy. This story is partially based off a true story allowing me to take creative license where I saw fit. I always love feedback, whether good or bad. And don't forget to vote. Comments are the only thing that lets me know you guys are actually reading. I appreciate all and any e-mail that you send my way. It makes me feel good after investing seven hours to write this. A special thanks to my editor who did not wish to be named. Props to ya for putting up with me. Hope you enjoyed the crazy ramblings of this fool. ~CrazyFool