Moving and work have kept M and me apart this week and when I finally arrived at the new house, I had not slept in 27 hours. We held a fierce hug for several minutes before finally pulling apart to look at each other. I started shedding clothes, slid between the still-warm blankets of the makeshift bed and pulled M with me. We laid tight and snuggled for a while, shifting and adjusting to achieve the maximum skin contact. We whispered and murmured happy noises at each other and weariness sank deeper into me. I felt too tired to even lift my head, but I knew I wanted more contact than this before I gave in to sleep.

I told M, “Lean and drape yourself over me while I lie here.” She smiled and kissed my neck, and then rolled onto her hands and knees and positioned herself over my prone form. For the next thirty minutes, she bumped and grazed and stroked herself against me, like a cat that cannot get enough attention. Her parted knees straddled one of my thighs and her arms braced on either side of my chest. She ducked her head to the crook of my neck and shoulder and nuzzled deep, kissing and gently pulling with her mouth. She slowly swayed side to side, dragging her nipples across my chest.

For the longest time, I laid languid and still, basking in her attention and touch. My hands slid lazily over her body, stroking up the backs of her thighs, across the buttocks, up to the small of her back, out alongside the hips. Sometimes I smoothed her with my full palm and hand, feeling the warmth and tension of her body, and sometimes I pulled curved fingers and nails over her, raising goose bumps and feeling the muscles jump. As she moaned and leaned towards the touch, I lifted my thigh just enough to press into her spread legs, feeling the warmth and moisture from her groin, the tickle of her pubic hair. Her hips dropped lower to press even more fully against me.

As if it hadn’t already, lust began to catch up with exhaustion, and while I stayed prone and relaxed, I also became a little more active. M lifted herself off my one thigh and moved towards my side. She brought her face to mine and we kissed deeply, pushing into one another. I moved one hand to cup her breast and to rub against her tight nipple. The other hand moved to her inner thigh, pressing into her tensed muscles, sliding high enough that I could feel her gathering moisture. I whispered into her ear to resist the impatience and to just suffer-enjoy-accept the slow lazy pace of it all. For a long time, I specifically avoided directly touching her pussy, instead playing with her thigh and barely grazing her lower lips with the edge of my hand. She moved her torso about, sometimes bringing me a nipple to suck and tease, sometimes moving down to kiss me more, sometimes lowering her neck to my mouth for a kiss and suckle and bite. All the time, her hips twitched and rolled, looking for more contact, more pressure. M was being so good but was clearly getting desperate for more.

She eventually gave in, and straddled my hips completely. She pressed her cunt against my stiffened cock and slid back and forth, letting out a deep, low moan. At this point, she was slick with excitement and my cock slid freely, spreading her lips and rutting against her clit. My hands were free to roam her torso and press against her breasts and toy and tease with her nipples. I could feel the desperate, growing need in her pussy, but I wasn’t ready to give in just yet. I guided her sideways, off my hips, and returned my hand to her upper thighs. This time, she asked for it, begged for it, and I didn’t have the heart to taunt her further. I pressed two fingers against her open lips, marveling at how wet she was, She cried and sank against my hand, and with very little motion on my part, she was soon crying out her first orgasm, twisting and pressing against my fingers. I gave her the briefest moment to recover her wits, then ducked my head to suck at her nipple, and started rubbing against her again. I was rough with her swollen lips, and insistent at her clit, and she responded with a guttural cry, cumming again. I knew her clit could only take so much, but I wanted her to come again, fast and hard, keeping her dizzy and breathless, so I slid my thumb inside her. She gasped and I continued my attack, stroking fast and feeling her cunt walls spasm and clutch and she came once, twice in fast succession.

I love it when I’ve whipped her into a frenzy and she has lost the very last shred of her inhibitions. I whispered to her “Who is my little fuck toy?” She didn’t hesitate in the slightest, “I am, I’m your fuck toy! I’m your fuck toy, just fuck me, please! Please fuck me now!” For the first time that morning, for the first time in that house, I rolled her over and lowered myself over her, between her thighs, and sank my cock deeply into her. She cried out and talked nearly incoherently, “Good! Yes, fuck! Fuck me… fuck toy, yes, more, fuck…” From there, it was a full racing gallop, with no finesse or subtlety. I thrust as deep and as fast as I could, and she rocked under me, clutching at my hips and ass, trying to pull me closer and closer. Very soon she came again, like long, rolling thunder, and her cunt walls throbbed and pulled at my cock, and I came hard and deeply, which only pushed her a little further into oblivion. I pulled back, and then dropped beside her on the bed. I pulled her as close as I could, and finally fell into a long-overdue sleep.