Chapter 207 - Lover’s enjoy meaningful intimate and sensual lockdown s.e.x

I felt overwhelmed by it all to be honest. The constant attempts to dodge people in public, waiting in lines outside supermarkets and the ever so apparent feeling of paranoia. It was tiring! I was totally over wearing a mask and I was sick of the smell of hand sanitiser—a smell I had previously loved because of its 'clean' odour. Not now though. Lockdown was beginning to take its toll. There was not much joy found in stepping outside of the house any more so when I returned home from my weekly shopping run, Max could feel my tension instantly. He told me to let him take care of the shopping whilst I went and showered off.

Showering each time I left home and returned was normal now. I didn't mind though. I loved the way the water beat down, it felt ther.a.p.eutic. The steam engulfed me and the warm droplets c.a.r.e.s.sed my flesh. I immediately felt the stresses of the last two hours, drain away. My shoulders dropped and I began to relax. I let the water run over me for at least ten minutes before washing myself and rinsing off. As I wrapped myself in the fluffiness of a fresh bath towel, the smell of fabric softener teased at my nostrils. I was a sucker for a good fragrance. After drying off, I massaged coconut oil into my skin. It was so good. I was all moisturised and glistening.

I sat at the edge of the bed and began drying my hair, as I was brushing it through, I heard Max's voice.

"Are you OK up there babe?"

"Yep, I'm fine. I'll be down shortly," I replied.

I went back to brushing when Max shouted up again.

"Can I borrow you for a minute please?" he asked.

I got up, adjusted the towel and wondered what the issue was.

"Coming," I announced as I headed downstairs.

"I'm in the study."

Hmm weird, I thought. In my head I questioned what he could be doing in the study. It soon became clear. Very clear! As I opened the door, there he was, n.a.k.e.d in all his glory sat on one of the chairs beaming from ear to ear, waiting for some romantic s.e.x.

"Babe, drop the towel and come over."

I couldn't hide the grin that crept across my face. It exposed both my surprise and excitement.

I let my towel fall to the floor, his eyes widened enthusiastically as I strutted over and stood before him. He pulled me in. I sat sideways across his l.a.p with my legs dr.a.p.ed over his. I could feel the semi stiffness of his c.o.c.k rising against my arse. Skin to skin, I loved it. Our n.a.k.e.dness was s.e.xy.

I c.a.r.e.s.sed him and he c.a.r.e.s.sed me. Our hands roamed over each other's bodies whilst our lips locked and our tongues danced. Our kiss was passionate and deep, sensual and urgent. His firm grip sent shivers through me, and I squeezed my legs together desperate for some p.u.s.s.y l.i.c.k.i.n.g.

"I love that." I sighed gently.

As I became more turned on, I couldn't resist touching myself too. We rubbed my p.u.s.s.y together, then Max told me to stand up. I did as I was told and leaned against the wall. Max jumped up off the chair and slipped down in front of me. He sat on the floor and positioned himself beneath me. He used one of his hands to pull me closer as his other hand ran up and down my leg.

His mouth connected with my c.u.n.t and his tongue darted in between my p.u.s.s.y lips with a firm fl.i.c.k.i.n.g motion. It wasn't long before he introduced his own lips into the equation. His mouth massaged me. I pushed my h.i.p.s forward, urging him to taste me deeper. He licked me up and down, s.u.c.k.e.d at my c.l.i.t and tongued me into ecstasy. I grinded on his face. He loved it!

This was p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

As he pulled me closer still, I took both of my hands and parted my p.u.s.s.y lips to expose my hardened c.l.i.t to the elements. He now had uninterrupted access. He took full advantage of that. Involuntary m.o.a.ns escaped my lips and deep throated pants filled the room.

"Suck my c.l.i.t harder," I begged.

He did. I m.o.a.n.e.d even more as I used my hand to control his head. I pulled him in, pushed him away, pulled him forward and then pushed him back again, all whilst panting deeply.

I was so wet. Wet from Max's oral onslaught and soaking in my own p.u.s.s.y juices.

Max lapped it all up causing my legs to weaken as the blissful sensations cruised through my snatch spreading throughout my whole body.

My legs rested on Max's shoulders and as he continued to p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e me with his mouth, I sunk deeper and deeper into a thrilling stupor.

Eventually, I let my legs slide down from his shoulders and wound up straddled across him, face to face.

"Kiss me," Max ordered.

He wanted me to taste my own juices. I was happy to oblige. I tasted sweet and I smelled so good. No wonder he couldn't get enough.

We kissed deeply as Max cradled me between his legs and torso. I could feel his fully erect c.o.c.k bobbing about at the base of my back. The thought of it and how it looked in all its rigid magnificence, conjured a desperate need to feel his erection in both my hands and in my mouth. I wanted to taste him so badly.

"Sit on the chair babe," I said as s.e.xily as possible.

He hopped up and sat upright, legs apart, c.o.c.k standing fully to attention. I just loved the sight of him. That c.o.c.k was mine!

I gently jerked him off and then lowered my mouth down on to him feeling the zing of prec.u.m on my tongue. He tasted sweet so I swallowed that then proceeded to wrap my mouth around his girth and suck him off. My motion was measured at first. Slow, deep strokes. I took him in as far as my tonsils would allow. I could taste his sweetness drip to the back of my throat as I took him deep. He g.r.o.a.n.e.d with delight as I bobbed up and down. I moved away from his c.o.c.k and kissed him. I wanted him to experience how amazing he tasted too.

I brought my mouth back down to his hot and throbbing d.i.c.k but it wasn't long before the urge to feel him deep inside me took over. I wanted him to pulsate as he entered me, I wanted my cervix to contract as he filled me up entirely taking my mind even further away from the restriction of lockdown and the rules which governed our day to day.

"Oh yes," he murmured.

I sighed as I took him all in.

Pangs of sensuality engulfed me. Ripples of delight flowed through me and as I slid up and down his rock hard member I transcended to a higher level of ecstasy. This was bliss!

Both his hands cupped my arse cheeks and guided me further and deeper into my feels.

There was no holding back. Unmistakeable cries of p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e and passion-filled the room.

I moved in even closer, pressing my waist more firmly against him. I wanted him as close as possible, no space between us. He bucked his c.h.e.s.t forward. I needed that. We are in trying times and this made me feel safe, wanted and d.e.s.i.r.ed. Everything connected, mind body and soul.

I wanted to move it up a notch. The slow grinding was nice but I wanted frenzied.

Still on top, I quickened my pace—my legs maintaining a rhythm as I bounced up and down on his c.o.c.k with precision.

I loved the sensation of his c.o.c.k being brought to the entrance of my p.u.s.s.y only to slam back down on it. He felt so f.u.c.k.i.n.g deep inside, it sent decadent waves through me every time.

"You're so naughty," he told me

"Only for you," I panted in between strokes.

He licked his lips and tilted his head back slightly giving himself the perfect view of his c.o.c.k going in and out of my p.u.s.s.y as I continued to have my way with him.

His m.o.a.ns and my groans made music. We were totally in sync.

Although it felt almost impossible, I wanted him even deeper. I flung my head back and he held on to my wrists. My back arched and his c.o.c.k flipped up inside me, hitting my cervix from a more intense angle. Fuzzy feels and wetness took over. My mind was hazy. I wanted to c.u.m but I wasn't ready to…yet.

I moved back up and he embraced me, pulling me in tight whilst his c.o.c.k repositioned itself inside me once again. He grabbed at my arse and moved with me as I gyrated all over him. I could feel my wetness in his l.a.p. I was gushing!

Max wanted to take me from the back. He was generally quite a passive guy, charming and unassuming but when it came to s.e.x, he knew what he wanted and whilst for the most part, his whole bit was about satisfying me, he also knew what it was that he d.e.s.i.r.ed. He knew what he liked and he knew what got him off. F.u.c.k.i.n.g me from the back was just one of those things he loved.

"I need to f.u.c.k you from behind," he said under his breath

He didn't have to ask me twice. I unsaddled him and he stood up. We swapped places. It was my turn to use the chair as a prop. I hopped on, knees first. I held on to the back of the chair for support, opened my legs just enough and c.o.c.ked my arse into the air. I wanted him to see all of me from this angle. I wanted his c.o.c.k to flex at the sight of my exposed, dripping wet p.u.s.s.y just waiting for him to enter.

The stroke of his thick c.o.c.k forced me to tilt my arse even further. I let him go deep. He went deeper. He found his stride and proceeded to f.u.c.k the shit out of me.

He was hungry. His balls slapped against me. That only added to the p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. It was such a s.e.xy situation, that I felt compelled to let one of my hands drop down to my p.u.s.s.y again and find my lovebud.

As he f.u.c.k.e.d me, I rubbed my nub. The combination of penetration and c.l.i.t stimulation drove me mad. Me playing with my p.u.s.s.y turned him on even more too. His unquenchable d.e.s.i.r.e forced him to take his hands off my arse and wrap his arms around me and grapple at my body. He clumsily grabbed at my b.r.e.a.s.ts and waist as the passion warped his coordination temporarily. Soon enough, his speedy thrusts slowed to a more meaningful plunge like motion. I loved the variation. Max knew how to diversify the i.n.t.e.r.c.o.u.r.s.e. The switching up definitely pleased me.

His c.o.c.k ran so deep. His stroke forced me to arch my back in order to accommodate him. I felt every sensation, every slip, every dip, every thrust, every pulse. My p.u.s.s.y was super s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e and in response to all the excitement, my juices flowed lavishly. The squelching sound my p.u.s.s.y made each time he pumped, was a massive turn on too.

Max held on to both of my arse cheeks and spread them slightly. This allowed him to really get in and hit my spot. The spot that took me to seventh heaven. The spot that guaranteed a breakdown in my senses, a loss of vision through the haze and an out of body experience that left me completely at his mercy.

His firm grasp added another level of intensity. I wailed with passion. I couldn't hold anything in. I sighed and squealed, whimpered and breathed deeply. My sounds made him pick up the pace again. His pumping was now in time with my accelerated heart rate. I rose to the brink, I was there, about to tip when he switched it up again.

In one fell swoop, Max guided me off the chair and backed himself up against the wall. He pulled me towards him, back first and entered me as I stood in front. As he penetrated me, I shivered. This position literally picked up from the last but the penetration was shallower. I loved it though. It gave me time to slow my breathing down.

I leant forward as he held both my arms back. This allowed his c.o.c.k to come further out of my p.u.s.s.y and slam back in…something I absolutely adored.

Our bodies made shapes. Vitruvian-esque shapes. Shapes a renaissance artist would have absolutely gotten excited about. This was geometry. S.e.xy, f.u.c.k.i.n.g geometry!

He rubbed my c.l.i.t as he continued to tantalise me with his shaft. I bit my lip and leaned back into him

"Baby, let me c.u.m please," I begged

He giggled and continued to rub my throbbing c.l.i.t and f.u.c.k my saturated p.u.s.s.y. I was intoxicated as the aching feeling of my inevitable o.r.g.a.s.m worked its way up from the soles of my feet, up into my t.h.i.g.hs until eventually, it consumed every inch of my body.

I buzzed inside and my knees buckled. My ankles gave way and my body lost all its tension. Max's thrusts alone were what kept me upright. If it wasn't for the urgency of his probing, I would have most certainly been a heap on the floor.

I was giving in to the feeling. I couldn't fight it. My cervix pulsated and my p.u.s.s.y spurted fluid.

"C.u.m for me," Max whispered in my ear.

That hurled me right over the edge. The deepness of his voice forced the tiny hairs in my ears to stand to attention. My head was giddy, my b.r.e.a.s.ts tingled, my legs began to shake and I exploded. I literally erupted all over his c.o.c.k. Gloopy and in abundance. The rush was colossal, it finished me.

In that very moment, as I sunk deeper into ecstasy, Max took three more long and purposeful thrusts before I felt the force of his ejaculation enter me. His body folded on to me but he managed to somehow prevent himself from collapsing completely. He grabbed at my p.u.s.s.y as he convulsed from his own p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e.

We transcended to another planet. Planet bliss!

We were completely at the mercy of this joy.

As my body continued to buzz, Max linked his fingers with mine and embraced me as we closed our eyes and enjoyed the outcome of a truly stimulating and absolutely necessary sensual session.

As we caught our breath, Max turned to me and said: "Now tell me, how do you really feel?"

Initially, I couldn't muster the energy to tell him there and then but knew in my head that, provided this was what I was going to be getting whilst outside remained to be a weird, panicky place, I knew I'd be OK.

Yes the lockdown was a bitch but this was a reminder of the importance and power of intimacy. Max made me feel good. He made me feel s.e.xy and most importantly, he made me lose myself and forget my stresses, worries and concerns.

"I feel great," I said.

It took a lot of effort to speak, but he needed to know. I wanted him to feel my appreciation. I was thankful. Thankful for him and thankful for amazing s.e.x.

As my p.u.s.s.y continued to tingle and my cervix continued to contract, I didn't care for the restrictions of the pandemic, in fact a potentially killer virus and the threat it posed, couldn't have been further from my mind.

The End