Cock Starved

We were comparing our calendars trying to figure out the next time we would see each other. Just when I thought it would not be that bad, it became bad. We are staring at three weekends of not seeing each other, which comes out to four very long weeks.

Sure we have done this before but not in this state that we are in. I am in the process of a new lover, which means my mind is in hypersexual mode. How is this any different than my usual state? Very different.

The beauty of another lover coming into the picture causes even more arousal. My mind wanders more and I always have this stupid grin on my face. Most girls know this grin, it's the "I have a secret and I will tell it, if you ask."

This causes the sex I have to be more intense.

This causes the thoughts I have to be more intense.

This causes my masturbation to be… more… intense.

We were lying on his bed and I nestled into his chest, "I can't believe it's going to be four weeks before I see you again."

He hugs me to comfort me. I know he is wondering why I am having such a fit over this. He tells me it will be ok. We've done this before.

The moment I knew it was going to be weeks my body went into a panic. I will not be having sex for how long? The panic turns into dread. The dread works into my already elevated emotions. I tear up.

We start to have sex and it's the most intense sex I have had in a while with him. He is behind me moving all the way in and out. The head of his cock is perfectly hitting my g-spot every time. I am moaning and pleading with God. Each orgasm causes my body to shudder and clench tightly around his cock. There are times when I push him completely out to ride out the orgasmic quake and he forces himself back inside me. This invasion eventually causes me to push him out again with my feet propped against his planted knees. For once, I can't take his cock constantly making me orgasm violently.

He falls beside me as he usually does. I am balled up trying to catch my breath. Trying to find myself again. I am lost somewhere between my mind and the wall behind his bed. My hair is tangled in a mess. He can't see my face. I am hiding as I regain myself.

I push a handful of hair from my face.

"There you are," he says.

I let out a small gasp for a laugh and I see his cock half erect. I really can never walk away from a not fully spent cock and there won't be a first. I slide down his body with him still on his right side. I am already envisioning him fucking my mouth from this angle. I lick the tip and swallow him whole. I wrap my arm around his backside because I want to gag on him. I want my eyes to tear. I want him to use my mouth. He is making noises above me and I feel his hand lightly near the back of my head. I grab his hand with my free hand and slam it into the back of my hair as my other hand digs my nails into his ass. I want him to force my head on his cock. He lets out a gasp when I do this and I feel his hand push my head down on his cock. I let out a moan. I want more.

The saliva in my mouth starts to seep from the seal I have around his cock and I don't care.

The tears are streaming from my eyes and I don't care.

I am gagging at his cock invading my throat and I. don't. care.

His hand releases me as he grabs on to the black iron headboard and I push him on his back. I straddle his right thigh as I grip his cock with my right hand as I continue to move my mouth up and down on him. His body is starting to tense and shake. I know he is about to come.

"Fuck," pushes out from his mouth as I feel his seed spurt in waves in the back of my mouth. I swallow every drop of him while gently moving up and down on his cock.

Licking.

Slurping.

Sucking.

I pulled my cock-stained face up to his chest and fell limp.

"That was persistence. Thank you." He said.

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