Her Awakening

She looks at him sitting across from the kitchen table. It’s been a couple days since they last saw each other. He’s wearing a blue sweater with a pair of faded blue jeans, and his short brown hair is ruffled as if he just up from a nap. Gwen smiles over to him. She likes him. Likes how he makes her feel, but there is something about him that holds her back from completely immersing herself into his life. She likes how she comes and goes, calling him when she wants to see him.
“What have you been up to? He asks, taking a sip of coffee”

Gwen likes his lips. She likes looking at him. He is pleasing to the eye, subtle jaw line, eyes nicely set, soft skin to the touch. She likes touching him, stroking him, and of course fucking him. She reaches out to him, giving him a knowing smile.
“What now, you want to do it now; you don’t want to talk for awhile?”

“Talking is overrated,” she says moving from her chair, and taking his hand. She stands in front of him, and pulls him up to her. He is an inch shorter then her. She leans down to him, and kisses him lightly on the lips, pulling at his lower lip, and giving it a nibble. She feels his hands cup her ass, pushing her closer into him.

“You are so fucking hot, Gwen,” he whispers on her lips. She breaks the kiss, and leads him to his bedroom, she doesn’t want to fuck in the kitchen. She doesn’t want to feel so exposed.

“Leave the light on,” she tells him while she watches him undress. He pulls of his sweater, and then unzips his jeans. She lies on his bed propped up on her elbows, taking him in. She likes his lean taunt body, and his well defined shoulders. He crawls on top of her, and kisses her roughly; she bites at his lips, as she feels him fumble with her jean zipper.
“Wait,” she commands, as slides away from him, and wiggles out of her jeans, and pulls off her t-shirt.

“Gwen, I love it how you don’t wear any underwear,” he breaths on her now naked belly.
He moves down her body, finding her already wet for him. He nips at her inner thighs, licks at her core, sucking at her clit, the whole time she is looking down at him, grinding her pelvis into his mouth. “Bite at it,” she whispers, “bite at it hard.” She feels his teeth nibble at he clit. She brings his left hand up to her right breast, and together they pinch her nipple, softly at first, and then as he nipples hard at her clit, he pinches even harder on her nipple. Gwen lets out a soft whimper, this is her true release, but then she feels the growing wave at the base of her core, and right before she is about to come Gwen pulls him up to her.

“Kiss me, and don’t be sweet,” she demands as she grabs at his erect cock, spreading her legs, and pushing him into her.

She wants the raw act, she wants to be fucked. She wants him to fuck her, jolting something loose inside her. But, mostly, she wants him to fuck away her agonizing attachment she has for her past, for the dude that won’t call her back, the elusive one, the one that floods her with unrequited emotions, of fantasies that are best left inside her head, to be played out in her own dreams. And as she feels the first wave of her orgasm hit the tip of her womb, she relaxes into the grip of her young lover, sucking at his lower lip, grabbing at his ass, pulling him in for more, fucking him, hoping to push the other one out.