First Fuck After Lockdown

The Virus had separated them and kept them apart for months. They had spoken, sexted, and played together online. But instead of helping ease the distance, it made them want each other all the more.

But now, the restrictions had finally been relaxed and he had managed to get a flight. She was worried about how it would be. Would it be awkward? Would that sexual energy still be there? Was it real or just the imposed loneliness of lockdown?

She hadn’t been able to sleep the whole night from anticipation. She had considered masturbating to help her get over, but she had wanted to save that energy for him.

He messaged her when he landed...he was waiting on his bag, then would get a taxi straight to her apartment.

She felt sick with excitement and fear… This was finally going to happen. She had wanted this for so long and loved him for longer.

Finally, his taxi pulled up outside.

She could hear his footsteps coming up the stairs.

Deep breath.

She opened the door. There he was. He was really here. He was real. This was real.

For a moment, their eyes lock. All the air is sucked out of the room and it’s like a fire exploding in a backdraft.

They fall upon each other. She pulls him inside, kicking the door shut.

As they stumble into the living room wrapped in a frantic embrace, she can feel the hungry heat resonating off his body matching the fire in hers.

He pins her up against the wall. Pushing her arms above her head, holding her wrists with one hand as the other gently moves downwards. He cups her head in his hand, his palm rough from outdoor work...she loves it.

And then, he’s groping her breasts through her shirt… Buttons, too many fucking buttons!

With both hands, he grabs the front of her shirt and rips it open exposing her silk bra. He pulls the cup down, seeking out and roughly teasing her nipple which hardens in obedient response.

He takes it in his mouth as a moan escapes her.

He gently guides her to the couch; she lies back and lets him remove her skirt. His eyes devour her. She smiles as she notices him focusing on the silk panties she wore especially for him.

“Tell me what you want”, he says. His voice deep and thick with desire.

“I want your tongue on me. On my clit. Use your tongue and your lips as if you’re kissing my mouth.”

He does what he’s told, taking her breath away for a moment. His tongue rolling over and lapping at her labia. Delving into the folds of her pussy.

She moans. “Put your fingers inside me. Tongue and fingers. Together”

He complies. His two fingers work in and out, pressing upwards. She gets wetter with each motion.

“More!” she gasps, “Fill me up.”

He slips a third finger inside of her. Shifting his position to focus his tongue on her clit as his hand works under his chin.

She grips his hair and pulls his head up. “Watch me cum.”

His hand continues to work her. She writhes under him, never leaving his palm. He can feel her muscles begin to tighten and contract around his fingers.

“Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Don’t stop…” she repeats, frantically.

He quickens his motions…loving the wet sounds of her pussy, combined with her moans and breathless incantations.

Her head rolls, her back arches, her legs spread wider, taking him in. He moves faster now, as she begins to peak and suddenly… she let’s go.

Love spurts out of her. Her juices running over his hand and down his arm.

She is lost in the moment. She no longer exists as a whole body, she is just her sex. Her wet, pulsating sex, sensitive and swollen with pure pleasure.

She is overwhelmed with emotion. A tear escapes from her closed eyes. He catches it with his tongue and kisses her eyelids.

She opens her eyes to look at him, still gasping. She holds his face, touches his beard, his wild mane of hair. He stares at her. Has there ever been a look so intense? So full of love? Or wanting.

“Make love to me” she whispers.