A special occassion

Rita came home for a few days, and I made sure her visit counted. She met me wearing nothing but that familiar half-smile. I pressed her against the bedroom wall, sliding my fingers through her hair, tasting her mouth until she sighed into me. Blonde strands clung to her flushed skin as we stripped each other bare. Her breasts fit perfectly in my hands; I rolled her nipples between my fingers until they peaked. She dropped to her knees and took my clit between her lips, tongue working in tight circles, wet and greedy. I pulled her up, laid her down, spread her legs and buried my face between them. Her thighs shook as I licked her slowly, then faster, sucking gently until her voice broke. She rolled me onto my back, climbed over me, and pressed her soaked pussy against mine. We rocked together, slick and swollen, grinding until the sheets were damp beneath us. Her fingers found my entrance; two slid inside, curling just right while her mouth stayed on mine. I came first, clutching her ass, then flipped her over and fucked her with my fingers until she followed, crying out into the quiet room. Sweat cooled on our skin, and she kissed me again—slow, grateful, already thinking about the next time.