She got home from the gym, dirty and hot. Sweat streamed down her body. Her tanned skin glistened in the light as she stripped down for her shower.

Thoughts of him made her lips swell as she adjusted the water. She stepped in and shuddered as the water felt cool against her heated flesh.

Oh, how she wished he was there with her! She slid two fingers between her legs, into the wet heat. She sighed his name as she trusted. Eventually her shuddering had nothing to do with the water temp. She finished getting clean and stepped out. Drying off, she thought she heard a sound in the other room.

There's no way... Is there?

In response, the bathroom door flew open. He scooped her up in a fluid movement and tossed her playfully onto the bed. In her surprise, she could not even speak.

Soon, his tongue was plunging where her fingers were not long ago, but doing a far better job at pleasing her. She made noises as she grasped the back of his head and wiggled her hips against his face greedily. She came hard as he covered her entirely with his mouth. He moaned his approval and the vibration of his mouth impossibly made her come again, even harder. He slurped and licked passionately, clearly enjoying her. She cried out and tried to move away. As much as she only moments ago had been pulling his face to her, she was now pushing away, overwhelmed with the sudden, intense pleasure he brought her.

He laughed and grabbed her hips, roughly flipping her over. It was his turn now. He mounted her and fucked her, his balls slapping against her plump clit as he pumped. Her juices ran down her thighs as her pussy squeezed him. He wasn't going to last long, and this knowledge excited her greatly. He told her when he was about to come and this drove her wild with excitement. She tensed and came with him. Tandem explosions of white-hot pleasure seared their loins as one. They crumpled in a messy heap on the bed.

She looked down at her now sweaty again body and laughed. This workout was so much more satisfying than the one earlier. He knew what she was thinking. He kissed her tenderly as he traced his finger through the sheen on her brown skin.

It was a good morning.

The soft, steady rain on the metal roof is soothing, but she longs for more this night. She sighs and stretches in her bed, checks her phone. Nothing. Every time she gets a notification, she hopes it's him.

She can't stop thinking about him. He's intelligent, funny, and a little bit of a nerd. And those gorgeous eyes of his... they are so striking. Also, his voice has a certain quality she loves. He has a humble confidence as he speaks on matters he is passionate about, with a distinct masculine growl that runs throughout. He has a breathy laugh she longs to feel against the hollow of her neck and along the insides of her thighs.

There’s no way around it: he turns her on like no other. Her attraction toward him is magnetic. Gravitational.

Yes, his physical nearness and the sound of his voice at her ear would be divine on this rainy night. She feels a tingling warmth and knows sleep will not come now, not without release.

She wants to call him, but what does she say?

Hey... I want you to fuck me relentlessly.

She imagines him taking her roughly from behind, the fingers of one hand digging into her hip as he pulls her against him with hard thrusts. The way he ropes a handful of her long hair around his wrist, pulling like reins. Her squirms and noises of pleasure increase his excitement.

He whispers a breathless warning into her ear that he intends to destroy her in the most beautiful way. She shudders hard against him, crying out loudly. His chin grazes the skin between her shoulder blades as she finishes coming noisily beneath him. He can no longer fight her snug sleeve massaging him rhythmically. He groans as he empties himself into her. His grip on her eases and he slowly plants kisses across her shoulders and on her back. He says her name sweetly while his pulse pounds wetly within her. Indeed, she is destroyed for all others now.

These thoughts make her swallow hard with lust. Her imagination is one brutally horny slut.

Shit.

Frustrated, she decides that her favorite toys will have to do tonight.

Thank God for technology…

You're driving and I'm beside you, my bare right foot propped up on the dash. I hike up my sundress, the sun feels good on my skin.

You look over and smile at me, your eyes bright. I don't even know where we're going today. I'm just in a blissful state knowing we're together, finally.

You reach over and slide your hand over my knee, along my upper thigh, pushing the hem of my dress out of the way. Stopping there and squeezing for a few moments. I love the feel of your firm grip.

It occurs to me that other drivers may see us. Maybe even truckers with their elevated view. Good for them, I think. To think we may be seen just makes me more horny.

Your finger starts tracing my lips, exploring each curve enticingly. I recline my seat just a little bit to allow you better access.

I can hardly believe all the delicious feelings you're creating with just one fingertip. You gently press on my hardened button, swollen with sweet anticipation. I'm powerless against the firm, tight circles you start making there.

I shudder with a small orgasm and feel slightly self-conscious as your fingertip encounters my quick wetness. You laugh and raise your fingertip to your mouth, lick it thoughtfully, and then return to me, plunging in.

You are enjoying my silky smooth, wet folds as you slide in two fingers and leave them there briefly for me to enjoy. I squirm and squeeze against them tightly, savoring the feel of each knuckle as I eagerly envelop them with my wet heat.

You soon begin to work me rhythmically. Little sounds escape me and my back arches involuntarily as I can't hold it back much longer. I need more. I need you.

I beg you to pull over so I can feel your face in my lap, your mouth covering my lips, and so I can grind my swollen clit against your tongue. I can’t handle another second of your fingers teasing me. I'm sitting up now, quivering on your fingers, soaking wet, hotly pulsating, holding your hand tightly to me, squirming, squeezing, trying to bounce, begging you as my leg shaking orgasm builds—

My own noises wake me up. I'm naked and sweaty. Writhing against a body pillow, wet fingers working furiously, panting, reaching for invisible you.

Damn it.

Intensely burning

solar flaring

hands reaching

fetters undone

head to toe

skin on skin

all barriers gone

limbs entwined

breathless pulling

fingertips exploring

skin stroking

lips tracing

mouth enveloping

gently swirling

tongue encircling

heartbeats match

tempo racing

a steady simmer

glowing coals

greatest pleasures

to be discovered

sharing how it should

have been all along

his hot breath

her damp skin

the embers rekindle

now they begin

what was long overdue

Shiver

Sigh

Quiver

Quake

Silence

Was that...?

She replied

by kissing

him hard

in the dark

She led him by the hand into the shower. Her wet hair soon turning into a dark chocolate waterfall coursing down the middle of her back. He pulled her to him by her hips. He buried his face in her neck and tenderly kissed her. He then lathered shampoo at her crown and temples, lovingly massaging the length of her hair. He whispers what he wants her to do to him in her ear. She sighs and nods, excited. He starts rinsing her hair. The thick suds race downward, over her breasts. Her brown nipples are hard and tight even though the water is comfortably warm.

She was lathering and rubbing her hands over every inch of his beautiful, tattooed body, savoring the feel of him. She slid her soapy hands onto him, gently encircling and pulling his firmness. He staggered slightly at her handling and steadied himself against the tiled wall.

After rinsing him, she went down to her knees before him. She cupped his balls, kissing and licking them, taking each into her mouth and gently sucking. Her full lips then worked their way up and wrapped around the sides of his swollen head. Her mouth watered with anticipation as her hot tongue prodded and firmly lapped the rigged underside of his cock. His sharp intake of breath told her he approved. In response, she moaned with excitement and firmly grasped the base of his cock. She eagerly pulled him into her mouth as deeply as she could.

Her other hand squeezed his ass, pulling him to her even closer. He groaned and grabbed handfuls of her wet hair and soon guided her to a rhythm he could not resist. She sucked and sucked, loving the wet sound of the motion, the feel of him sliding into her eager mouth repeatedly. She felt he was close.

His legs tensed and his back arched. He held her head tightly against him and she tasted his delicious explosion fill her mouth. She swallowed greedily. He pulled her hair and groaned loudly; his noise delighted her. Once he was spent, she began carefully licking the rest off his exquisitely sensitive head and sucking, lips sliding along the side of his shaft down to his balls.

He let out a breathy chuckle, pulling away, too sensitive for her affections now. He brought her to her feet and wrapped her in a huge hug. He kissed and nuzzled the top of her head, smiling and satisfied.

The end of the world was coming.

A close friend told her so. He was wise and had never steered her wrong. She made a decision that day to start being more bold.

She went about her day at work as normal, but mostly, she thought of him. Those imaginative and specifically carnal thoughts of him were drug-like and incredibly potent. She felt hot, sweaty, turned on. She had wanted him for so long.

She'd squeeze her thighs tightly together and squirm on her office chair. At times the ache was so unbearable, she just had to sneakily slip her fingers past the lacy elastic of her panties. She worked them rhythmically right there at her desk. Two fingers slid on either side of her swollen clit, imagining it was his tongue. Her silky lips became even impossibly more wet when she was nearly caught by a coworker. The risk heightened her pleasure.

At the end of her day, she stopped at the post office. She kissed the small, flat bubble mailer before dropping it into the outgoing box. She nervously smiled as she walked back to her car; she'd never done something like this before.

Three days passed. Then five.

Finally, the phone rang. It was him.

He sounded flustered, "I got your... mail."

"Are you shocked by my gift?"

"No. Yes- I don't know. No."

"Did you... enjoy them?" She asked boldly.

"Ummm, yes." His voice was thick with emotion. Lust.

She smiled. Now he has no doubt how she feels about him. It's his move now.

She wished she could have seen his face when we got the mail that day.

She had no idea.

What she hadn't seen was him tearing into the package once he realized what it was. She also did not see the way he buried his face into the fabric, inhaling her earthy musk as deeply as possible. The way his mouth watered and the room spun.

It would have pleased her greatly to know how he flicked his tongue over the most heavily scented area he could find, tasting her. He thought of her full tits and long hair as he stroked himself vigorously. He wished she was straddling his face.

Her scent was the most intimate part of herself she could share with him and she was glad she did so. Besides, the world was coming to an end. She had it on good authority.

It was time to be bold.

There was nothing left to lose.

Your words in my ear

So raw and unfiltered

Telling me what you’re

About to do to me

You set me on this pillow fluffed

Your face buried deeply into me

Squeezing my cheeks

Pulling me tighter to you

Sipping my lovely

Full, sweet lips

Spreading me open with your tongue

Brown gives way to pink

You murmur into my silken depths as

You feel my wet spasm against your eager mouth

Writhing, my hips bucking

Until I fear I'll drown you

Begging you to enter me

Finish me

Press your messy mouth over mine

Let me taste that gifted tongue

Let me feel your moan in my mouth with

Your shuddering release

The only sounds now

Rain on the roof

And your breath at my ear

I want you on me

Pressing hard into me

Your hands cradling my ass

While you are plunging into me

My arms laced around your neck

Fingers entwined in your hair

Pulling your face to my face

Kissing you deeply

My legs wrapped around you

Heels digging into your cheeks

Wanting to feel each hard thrust

But not wanting to let you go

My hips wiggling against you

Rising up to meet you

Never able to be close enough

Never wanting this to end

He tells her to speak into the mic so he can show her something. Before she can, he surprises her by pulling her onto his lap and pushing her hair aside.

"Closer," he says in her ear. Instant goosebumps. Her heart gallops. He knows exactly how to get her.

She blushes and says, "I'm not even sure what to say."

He says, "Let's fix that."

He kisses the side of her neck and down her jawline. His beard tickles the skin of her collarbone which is exposed by her slouchy sweater slipping down. She's instantly breathless. His actions are unexpected but quite welcome.

She sighs as he slips both hands under her sweater, deftly removing her bra. His hands now cup her breasts instead. His fingers intuitively know to roll her tight nipples firmly, just how she loves them to be handled. She reaches up and behind her, grabs handfuls of his thick hair. She feels the growing hardness in his lap and smiles. She can feel it pressing against the back of her thighs and her now squirming ass. She moans louder, excited.

"Talk to me," She pleads, "Anything-- just speak. Please."

He momentarily buries his face in the nape of her neck and chuckles. He knows of this kink of hers about his voice. As he continues to knowingly run his hands over her body and kiss her neck, he begins to speak again on the technical attributes of his new mic, his voice deep, growling, seductive. She grows wet, quivery, increasingly noisy.

Between all the physical stimulation and now with his glorious voice at her ear, she can’t hold back any longer. She lets out a long, loud, shuddering moan. She enjoys the surprisingly strong and delicious orgasm he has brought her.

She turns around to straddle him in his chair. Now facing him, she sees the most devilish grin on his handsome face. He motions to the mic and nods mischievously.

She gasps, "Holy shit. The mic is recording, isn't it?"

She kisses him deeply and unbuttons his pants. Now it's time for his sound check.