A Long Awaited Package

Playfully, she rocked her hips forward a little, rubbing her clothed privates against his rock hard erection, making them both gasp with pleasure. Staring into the eyes of her lover, Samantha sat up straight, lifting her hips up off of his thighs. Reaching down, she pulled her panties to the side, and positioned herself over him. No turning back, she thought. The moment she had longed for, had dreamt of for so long, had finally com. Slowly, she lowered her hips, until the tip of his cock was resting at her entrance, then further still, slipping between her folds an into her aching vagina.

The feeling of rory's cock penetrating her was unlike anything Samantha had ever felt. As her pussy expanded to accommodate his size, her whole body was filled with electric streaks of arousal. As she sank down, his cock reaching further and further inside of her, she couldn't help but moan out in pleasure. Finally she came to a rest, her hips resting gently on top of Rory's thighs, his cock buried inside her to the hilt. For a moment, the two sat still, adjusting to the feeling, their bodies quivering with the intense pleasure. Rory's hands, which until now had lane on the bed next to him, found their way up to Samantha's waist, and took a firm hold of her. He looked up at her, in awe of her sensual beauty, and she could feel her cheeks burning with lust. Leaning back, and resting her hands behind her on his thighs, she slowly began to lift herself up once again.

Soon, she was riding him at a steady pace, each raise and lower of her hips bringing new waves of pleasure to the both of them. As Samantha raised her hips, she made sure to tilt her rear forwards, forcing Rory almost all the way out of her, before taking him back inside, down to the base.

As she rode him, he kept a firm hold of her, keeping her upright as well as providing an even more intimate connection. Sitting up straight again, she took her hands from his legs and moved them to her sides, putting them on top of the postman's as she ground her hips into his with each stroke of her pussy.

Samantha's body was on her fire. Her nipples stood out painfully erect from chest, and her clitoris felt as though it could burst into flames any moment. Looking down, the passion she saw in the face of her lover only drove her wilder, to look down and see how much he was enjoying her, how aroused her body made him. He looked as though he were in heaven. Samantha certainly was.

Falling forward, Samantha started to move her hips faster, riding Rory's cock with as much speed and passion as she could muster, her hair falling around her like a willow tree. Staring down into her lover's eyes, she felt the urge to feel his mouth on her once again.

Reaching out, she let her body fall completely onto his. Her lips moved until they found his, and the two began to kiss even more passionately than they had downstairs. Samantha felt Rory's arms wrap around her, keeping her pressed tightly against him, and redoubled her efforts to keep her pussy working up and down his cock.

Wrapped in each other's arms the two made love like animals in heat, their bodies moving perfectly in time as Rory began to thrust up into her. Samantha could barely stand it any more, her breathing shallow and fast, each breath coming out as a moan.

Suddenly, Rory flipped her onto her back, rolling on top of her and spreading her legs wide beneath him. In response Samantha wrapped her arms even tighter around the back of his neck, feeling her lower body quiver as he began to pound his cock into her soaking pussy.

As he began to fuck her harder, Rory's head moved down to her shoulder, kissing and biting her neck passionately as his cock pistoned in and out of her with reckless abandon. All she could do was moan and gasp in response, holding him tight as he made love to her like a wild animal.

Samantha had never felt so turned on in her life. She could feel the sheets below them already damp with her juices, and as Rory pounded into her, she felt a familiar sense beginning to build inside her abdomen. As she did, she felt her lover's thrusts begin to grow erratic, his pace fluctuating and his breathing growing more and more ragged.

"Should I pull out?"

His words sent an electric shiver throughout her body. In response, she clung to him tighter, making sure he stayed close.

"No. I want it inside."

That seemed to be all the encouragement Rory needed. With a roar of carnal lust, he thrust himself forward hard, forcing his cock as deep inside Samantha as he could, before beginning to empty himself into her. Samantha gasped as she felt his rock hard member begin to pulse, and couldn't help but grin in satisfaction as the warmth of his cum started to spread throughout her abdomen.

When he'd finished, the postman fell forward on top of Samantha's chest, panting audibly, his softening cock still inside her. She kept her arms around him, catching her breath as the two lay in silence. Eventually, she leant forward to whisper into his ear.

"That was amazing..."

Rory rolled his head over to face her, and flashed her a smile.

"Who said we were finished?"

Before she could respond, he'd climbed off of her, withdrawing his cock from her as he made his way down the bed between her legs. Roughly, he took her thighs, pulling her legs apart, making her yelp out in surprise. He lowered his mouth towards her aching sex, and Samantha couldn't help but let out a moan as his tongue flicked across her clit.

The skill with which Rory began to pleasure her with his mouth took Samantha completely by surprise, but as he began to work his tongue up and down her wet folds, she was hardly upset.

Letting her head fall back onto the pillow, Samantha closed her eyes and focussed on the exquisite sensation of Rory giving her head. Subconsciously, she moved one of her hands to the back of his head, curling her fingers into his hair as she began to grind her hips in time with his skilled tongue. Her other hand went to her breast, teasing and playing with her erect nipple as she let him work his magic.

Samantha could feel herself getting even wetter than before, Rory's tongue alternating between long slow strokes across her labia, to quickly flicking across her clit, to probing the entrance to her sopping pussy driving her wild. Already she could feel the familiar tingling in her pelvis that signalled her approaching climax.

Desperate for relief, she tried to let Rory know how close she was, her breaths escaping in short gasps as she moaned and squealed in ecstacy. She could feel her cheeks burning, her whole body beginning to quiver and tremble as she got closer and closer.

"Right there, I'm so close!"

Without saying a word, Rory redoubled his efforts, attacking Samantha's clit mercilessly with his tongue, until her back arched and she felt the dam of her pleasure break. Letting out a long, loud cry of ecstasy, Samantha began to come, her whole body exploding as though filled with fireworks of sheer lust. Her fingers tightened in his hair, keeping his mouth locked to her pussy as she quivered violently, coming harder than she ever had before. It felt like an eternity till she came down again, her body aching but satisfied. She lay on her back, looking down at her new lover, panting hard, with a look of contented joy plastered on her face. Rory did nothing but smile, and gave her nether lips one last kiss for good measure, before standing up and zipping up his fly without a word.

Back at the door downstairs, the two kissed each other goodbye, Samantha now wrapped up in her dressing gown again, hiding her state of undress. Their lips finally parting, Rory looked down at her with a soft smile.

"Same time tomorrow?"

Samantha's heart flutter, and she grinned up at him.

"Same time tomorrow. As long as you have a package to deliver, of course."

Rory chuckled.

"I think I will."

Leaning in, he gave her another kiss, before picking up his bag and walking down the garden path, back to his van. Samantha watched him go, staying in the doorway until after he'd driven away. She closed the door, and walked back inside, a beaming smile covering her face. She made her way back upstairs to the bathroom to clean up, all the while thinking to herself:

I hope Mr Bergstein won't mind me being late again tomorrow.