This has been a long time coming, I think as I look at the door. I know he is just on the other side, waiting for me, eager to feel each other again, but we don't have long; his housemate will be home soon, and she isn't my biggest fan.

I fumble with the key unlocking the door, my hands trembling with anticipation, my nerves exciting me. I finally open the door, and there he is.

I catch my breath as I see him in all his glory. Naked, legs apart, sitting on the sofa. He's ready for me, his hard member pointing to the sky, veins throbbing... Damn, he looks so good.

"You might want to close that door, unless you want to give the neighbors a show," he says in a husky voice.

Snapping back to the moment, I close the door quickly, feeling my face flush and pulse quicken.

I walk slowly to the sofa — his eyes watching every move toward him in my skin-tight dress.

"I wore this just for you," I whisper as I reach him and I lean forward for a slow lingering kiss, gently brushing my fingertips up the shaft of his penis, trying to lengthen the time it’s in contact with my fingers — he gasps under my touch, letting me know he wants this as much as me.

His hands grapple with my hips as I lean over him; he traces up my ribs until he reaches my breasts.

"No bra, baby?" He breathes, pulling away from my lips.

"Underwear seemed optional in this dress," I say with a wink, pulling him back to my lips as he moans into my kiss.

A little more teasing in this way until the first drop of pre-cum is glistening at the top of his cock. I like that. I like to use the first drops, squeezing out as much as possible and brushing my thumb lightly over, coating the surface of his shiny exposed head, polishing his weapon with his own lube.

His back is already arching at this point and eyes rolling in pleasure, his breathing heavier, and as another moan leaves his lips, I smile and a tingle stirs my clit. His moans are making me more excited.

Slowly, I move my hands to his thighs, his muscles twitching under my touch, and down onto my knees, sliding my hands up his thighs while I settle.

As he looks down at my fingers curled loosely around his rock-hard erection and gently move up and down, letting him travel through my grip as a lower growl comes from him. His foreskin moves over his frenulum, encouraging more pre-cum to leak from his tip, resulting in gasps from above me.

"I need to taste you," I whisper, looking directly into those blue eyes as I lower my mouth to that shiny tip. My tongue darts out to taste that shiny surface with a salty tang. I moan, savoring the taste as my tongue swirls over it.

In the next moment, my lips form an O and my mouth slides over his cock, taking his full length, so his head hits the back of my throat.

"Fuck," I heard him cry, his hips bucking from the unexpected movement — grasping my head as I choked so slightly from his reaction.

Nothing exists now apart from his cock and making it feel good for him; and that, in turn, is really fucking turning me on.

He takes control, both his hands tangling in my hair now and my mouth being bounced off his cock with every thrust, speed increasing, choking me so violently....and all I do is moan and take more.

It’s not long until I feel that final stiffening of his large cock deep in my mouth.

Holding my head still as he grunts, his hot ejaculation past my raw tonsils deep into my throat. I gag, swallowing his hot juices, and with a faint pop, he pulls my mouth, a little bit of cum escaping my lips.

In one swift movement, he pulls me into his lap and deeply kisses me — moaning as we share the last drops of his hot seed.

Pulling away from my lips, kissing my neck, then whispering in my ear, "Mmmhmm my little cum slut, now it's your turn..."