Sex Marathon
“I’ve never had this much consistent sex in my life,” the words passed through Mr. Wilderness’ lips as he smiled. We lay in bed naked, still breathing heavily after the countless time of pleasuring each other. He’d invited me to stay with him for 2 weeks, which eventually turned into an open-ended invite. Our journey North three months ago kicked off in the way you’d imagine. 5 hours into the almost 7 hour drive I leaned across the cab of his truck and unzipped his jeans. Feeling him harden in my mouth really gets me going and it was only a matter of moments before I couldn’t take it; I had to have him right then.
Pulling his pants lower, I climbed on top of him sliding his cock deep inside me while doing my best not to block his view of the road. The truck maintained a steady speed and I moved slowly, savoring each pulse of pleasure until I climaxed. It was the fourth time we’d made love within 24 hours, but the first time either of us had fucked while driving. Still breathless and exhilarated, I returned to my seat and proceeded to suck him to completion. The beauty of driving on a single-lane highway on a Wednesday? I think only 2 cars passed us.
Now we have 2.5 weeks remaining until we’ll be apart for two months and my desire is stronger than ever. Desire for sex, desire for intimacy and desire for love. Three months of a continuous sex marathon took my body to new pleasure heights. Discovering this new uncharted territory is both wild and exciting. My orgasms have become so long I almost feel guilty… almost.
The real question is how will I manage in Montreal this summer with only 1 date night a week with Hugh?