Sushi and love once again - part I

My husband was out of town for a few nights, my little one was with my mother and A had the evening free. The last time that I had sushi and wine was with A, last November and just like last time, I picked up the wine and A brought home the sushi. He walked in and placed the boxes on the kitchen counter. He seemed giddy as he showed me what he chose and I pulled him to me for a deep kiss. He abandoned the sushi and wrapped his strong arms around me, pulling me closer as his tongue met mine. My hands in his hair and my breath escaping me, I asked: "Are you hungry? What do you want more, sushi or me"? A beamed as he answered: "You". I kissed him hard as I began undoing the buttons on his shirt. He pulled my sweater over my head and as he traced kisses along the side of my neck down to my shoulder, he undid my bra and let it fall down on the kitchen floor. A wrapped his strong arms around me and sat me on top of the kitchen counter. My legs wrapped around his waist and my hands in his hair, we kissed with the kind of urgency and passion that I have only known with A. He swiftly pulled off my pants, picked me up in his arms and carried me to the bedroom. As he laid me down on the bed, A knelt between my legs and began kissing and licking me driving me wild with desire. As his tongue expertly explored every inch of me, tracing his lips along my legs, kissing my inner thighs and finally, reaching my clit, I moaned with pleasure. As he teased me with his mouth, I begged him to take me. I needed to feel his hardness inside me and his body on top of mine. I had been fantasizing about A fucking me hard and fast all week long. I wanted sex to be sweaty and wild and for A and I to shed all our inhibitions. A and I had spoken numerous times about how we wished to fuck each other's brains out all evening long. As he positioned himself on top of me, he slowly inched his hard cock inside me. I moaned soflty, my mouth on his. He kissed me in a way that no man has ever kissed me before, hard but slow, passionate and sensual, in this way that conveys both his lust and his love. I traced my fingers along his back softly as he moaned quietly against my mouth. He called me his love as he moved inside me firmly but slowly, making love to me in a way that made me melt and forget that I had wanted him to fuck me just a minute before. My heart was beating fast and I was utterly consumed by A. Our bodies moved and seemed to melt together as our moans grew louder. His hands in my hair and my finger tracing his lower lip, I whispered "Please don't stop". The intensity between us grew as the pleasure built. He called me his love once more as he exploded inside me.

As we laid together, our naked bodies sweaty and intertwined, I told A that I had never made love with anyone the way that he and I make love. He traced the curves of my face with his finger, looked at me intently and said: "I want forever with you".