She had led him around the City the entire day. He was a visitor. Not a stranger in a strange land; parts of the City were already as familiar to him as though he lived there. He had wanted to come to the City since he was a child, lacking only but an excuse. She was his excuse.
The pub, the steps, the bridge, her place. Her place. They had laughed and chatted freely over the course of the day, but here on the threshold of her flat they stood staring at each other. He took her face in his hands and kissed her for the first time in person. She couldn't get the door open quickly enough.
She dispensed with the tour of the flat; they knew she no longer had to play tour guide. Straight to the bedroom they went. Standing by the edge of the bed, she held his hand to her face once more. She drew it across her face and gently kissed the tips of his fingers. He drew her in, pressing his body against hers. She gave him a demure look, which drove him wild. His hand snaked up the back of her neck, grabbed her hair and pulled her head to one side.
He nuzzled her neck, nibbled her ear, whispered things he had wanted to say for so long. She began to melt under his attention, slowly sinking to the bed. He sat there beside her, not wanting to breathe for fear of ruining the moment. Taking his hands, she led them to the buttons on her top. After a momentary fumble with the first, they were vanquished in short order. She gingerly shrugged her top off and removed her bra almost in a single motion. He quickly tore off his shirt, not wanting to be left behind.
They lay on the bed, skin touching skin. His kisses moved from her neck downwards. He took one of her nipples in her mouth and felt her exhale sharply. He undid his trousers and let them fall, along with his boxers. Naked now, he turned to her. The skirt came off easily enough and she was left in her stockings. She began to take those off as well, but he stopped her with a word.
She ran her hands over his chest, playing with his hair, curling up beside him. She lay nestled in the crook of his arm for awhile before her need took over. Slowly she began to stroke his cock. Pleased with his sighs, she moved down and sucked him. Her head bobbed up and down, she felt his cock throbbing in her mouth and her clit began to throb in time. He sat halfway up and reached for her leg. She knew what he had in mind.
Repositioning, they got into a sixty-nine. Within a moment of his tongue touching her, she came, flooding his face with her wetness. He followed soon after, the mere taste of her setting him off. He kept going, finding new ways to make her squirm on his face. She clamped her legs around his head and came loudly again. It was just as well his ears were covered, it may have saved his hearing!
She rolled off him. He tenderly stroked her thigh, allowing himself a lingering look up her body, taking in her curves. His hands explored them and he shifted himself to reach the rest of her. She greeted him with a playful kiss when he reached her mouth. He returned it just as playfully. Play gave way to passion and they kissed more deeply.
He entered her, sinking his cock inch by inch into her. He rested inside her cunt, his head on her breast, savouring the sensation for as long as he could. This was worth the ordeals of travel. This was worth the endless airport queues and questions. This was it.
He grabbed her hips as he thrust deeper and deeper. Her back arched; she writhed in pleasure. She clawed at him, surrendered to him, praised and cursed him in a single moment. His pace grew quicker. She pressed her hand against his chest gently, ran it up his neck, rested it there. He could contain himself no more. He came again, filling her with his seed. She grabbed his neck and drew him in for another kiss. He gradually slowed down and once again put his head on her breast.
They lay there, breathing slowed, a rhythm found, and drifted off to sleep in the middle of the City they would both now call home...
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