Something I wrote on the fly:

She missed the way he smelled, that subtle manly scent that was all him, mixed in with his aftershave and cologne. Watching him undress, she felt her mouth go dry as he slipped the shirt off his broad shoulders. Her eyes couldn’t help but follow the hair trail from his navel, down his flat tummy and disappearing into the waistband of his jeans. She wrapped her arms around him and rubbed her naked chest against him, smiling as he groaned softly and took a shuddering breath. She knew how much he loved the feel of her skin against his. She scraped her teeth against his collar and slipped her hands down the waistband of his jeans to cup his naked butt.

His arms snaked around her tiny waist and crushed her against his body, capturing her lips in a brutal kiss. He trailed wet kisses down the side of her neck and bit into the junction of her neck and shoulders, making her groan softly. Caressing her naked bottom gently, he smiled as she wiggled her cute derriere against his fingers. He gave her buns a squeeze and trailed his fingers to the junction of her thighs. She was already wet. He loved how she was always wet for him.

She gasped as he slid a finger in her. Then two, working a slow rhythm. He felt her panting breaths against his shoulder and her fingers digging into his back as he added another finger in her, stretching her. She stood on the tip of her toes and bit him on the shoulder, hard, as she shuddered and clenched herself around his fingers, drenching him with her juices.

He held her as her she rested limply against him, catching her breath and trying to stop her legs from shaking.

“That wasn’t how it was supposed to play out,” she whispered.

“You were already wet and I couldn’t resist,” he replied, wiping his wet fingers against her bare bottom, just to make a point.

“Huh,” she said, looking at him not unhappily when a thought crossed her mind and she smiled.

“So, what now?” he asked, not sure if he should be worried about the feral smile on her face.

She brushed her lips against his as she undid his jeans, pushed it off his hips and smiled as he kicked it off. She stroked a finger gently over his rigid length and spread the beaded wetness over the head, making him take in a sharp breath. She wrapped her fingers around the length of him and gave a gentle tug. He gasped, feeling like his knees were about to give. She pushed him backward gently until the back of his knees hit the edge of the bed. Another push and onto the bed he fell.

Straddling his hips and hands on either side of his head, she smiled. With a gentle kiss on his forehead, she nibbled on his earlobes and whispered, “Now I’ve got you where I want you.” She moved down his body, leaving a trail of wet kisses over his shoulder, chest and tummy, and only stopping long enough to rub her cheek against the rough hair around his navel before continuing her journey down to the length of him.

He watched as she smiled at him and gave the glistening head a quick lick. His breath came in pants as she took the whole length of him into her hot, wet mouth, inch by agonizingly slow inch. Clawing at the bedsheets, he groaned as she rasped her tongue against the underside of his length, paying exquisite attention to the glans. His back arched and eyes closed as she moved up and down, slowly.

She felt his fingers in her hair and his hips thrust forward, urging her to increase her pace. She gave in to his demands, stopping just before he reached his peak. She chuckled as he groaned in frustration. Her fingers replaced her mouth, squeezing him gently as she moved her hand. A slight twist of the wrist and he writhed, eyes rolled back into his head and guttural moans escaping his throat.

“Faster,” he panted softly. “Faster.”

She did as he pleaded, increasing the pace and watched as he came violently, Shuddering and spurting all over his chest and belly, back arched painfully and low growl in his throat. His breath came in tired pants as he tried to calm his racing heart, head flopped tiredly to the side. He barely moved when she kissed his sweaty forehead and left to clean herself up.

A long while later, once he’d gotten back his ability to speak, he told her that it’s been a long time since he had an orgasm as powerful as that and wondered where she learned to do that.

All she said was, “You were wet and I couldn’t resist.”