My True-Love Story

I broke our kiss to move the breakfast tray to the floor. He just stared at me as I slipped out of my top and wriggled out of my shorts. Steve remained motionless as I slid the sheets down.

"Are you sure..." he croaked.

"Shhh." I placed a finger over his lips.

Then I kissed him again. This time, my tongue penetrated his lips and he opened his mouth to receive me. Our mouths clung together, as my searching hands found the elastic of his underpants. He wore boxer-briefs, and I noted with excitement that his penis was now completely erect.

I slipped off his undervest and ran my hands over his rippled chest.

"Mmmmm." I toyed with his nipples before I ran my tongue over the left one.

He shuddered.

I took his right nipple between thumb and forefinger as I suckled at his left. With my other hand, I began stroking his hard cock.

"Oh, Steve...I've been dreaming of this moment...you're soooooo sexy...let me just..."

My lips travelled down his magnificent body until my nose skirted his bush and my tongue finally reached his dick. I looked him in the eyes with all the love I could muster and took him into my mouth. When he moaned, it felt to my ears like applause.

His aroma was indescribably exciting. The salty precum tasted fantastic. I took his length into my mouth and down my throat. He groaned and went rigid. My head bobbed and my fingers explored his entire body while I made animalistic noises deep in my chest and my throat.

It was heaven.

We made love all day long. I took him in my ass on all fours, in my mouth, and begged him to pee on me in the bathtub. He did everything I asked, and more. The best was when I laid on my back, and he fucked me up my ass. I thought I would never stop coming. The sperm I'd reserved for weeks just kept spurting and spurting over my ripped abs. I thought I would faint from happiness.

We would wash each other, dry each other, and would soon afterwards need another bath!