Long time no see

If you haven’t touched your girlfriend in weeks, the first thing you do is call her when she hits town. That’s what I did the second Susanne’s plane landed. We picked a quiet room, locked the door, and fell straight into the afternoon we’d both been starving for. She’s tall and blonde, hair loose over bare shoulders. I’m the brunette, older, curves she still can’t keep her hands off of. The moment our mouths meet, the heat’s instant. Her tongue slides deep. My fingers slip under her blouse, find the tight swell of her nipples, and she arches with a soft cry. We don’t waste time on words. Clothes drop. She pushes me back on the bed, parts my thighs, and presses her tongue straight to my clit, slow, greedy licks that make my hips lift. I grab her hair, hold her right where I want her, and grind until the first orgasm rolls through me, hot and sudden. Then it’s my turn. I spread her open, bury two fingers inside while my mouth works the swollen bud above. She’s wetter than I remember, thighs trembling every time I suck. We switch again, this time side-by-side, sixty-nine, tongues and fingers moving in the same rhythm until neither of us can hold back. She comes first, moaning against my cunt; I follow right after, shaking, pulling her tight against me. When we finally catch our breath, she’s already reaching for me again. We’ve got all afternoon, and we’re nowhere near done.