Wanna hear about some sex I had recently? The last time I s..

Wanna hear about some sex I had recently? The last time I saw him he said he could go either way on fucking me. If I didn't love him so much I would never fuck him again for saying that. This time was different. Maybe it was because I kissed him right after we walked through his door coming in from his car. It was just a kiss. Then he made us Manhattans and we caught up. He looked good. All the tech boys are intermittent fasting. You know, what women have always called skipping meals. But, as always, his mind was the real draw. I found myself getting distracted as he talked. My mind wandered to thoughts of touching him, kissing him again. He made dinner and we chatted over steak, bok choy, and a sweet potato until I got up to go to the bathroom. He followed me for some reason I can't remember, and right outside the door he took me into his arms for a hug. The hug lingered, and he started to run his hands over my body. I held onto him, and he kissed me. We started making out, and he lifted my dress and grabbed a handful of my bare ass. He knew I wouldn't be wearing underwear. I laughed. He kissed me more, then half growled in my ear that he had missed my great ass. He kept kissing me and running his hands over my body, pulling me into his crotch. I felt his stiffening cock through his shorts as he told me how hot I am. He knows how to turn me on. Then he pulled down his shorts and underwear in one go and spat on his hand before touching my swelling pussy. I spat on my hand and started stroking his hard cock, sticking straight out. It wasn't very long before he told me he needed me right now. Before I knew what was happening he pushed me in the bathroom and guided us down onto the floor. With my dress lifted up, he kneeled in front of me and stuck his cock inside me. It was so hard. I couldn't believe how good it felt. I loved feeling his urgency and desire. I loved that neither of us were thinking. He just fucked me on the tile until I came, and then helped me up. We had dishes to clean. He fucked me two more times that night. The last time it was so late, I didn't expect it. We were cuddling and I guess he got horny. He pushed down the covers and crawled toward the foot of the bed, spreading my legs and eating my pussy. I was still pretty turned on from the sex earlier. He stopped for a second to tell me he loves how I taste. When he started again I started to buck against his face, getting closer to cumming. I asked if he remembered when I squirted in his mouth, getting turned on by the memory. He said he did, and I got even closer, until finally I came hard against his mouth. He rose up on his knees and put my knees against his chest and fucked me until he came super hard inside my pussy. Turns out he'd gotten better at more than cooking since I'd last seen him.