Looks like her kitty needs to be fed

I inhaled deeply and caught the scent of Kimberly’s shampoo. I couldn’t help but smile, she even smelled beautiful. Her ear was no more than an inch from my mouth.

“You definitely satisfied my sweet tooth,” I whispered. My hands pulled her hips down until her crotch touched mine. The fabric of our swimsuits moulded around my hard cock pressing between her lips.

For a moment we both held still; she didn’t pull away and I didn’t press any harder. She knew exactly how I felt about her in that moment. She knew what I was thinking. And I was **** to know her thoughts.

“There’s another hunger, though. It’s something you bring out of me.”

I lifted my hips for a moment. Kimberly inhaled sharply but said nothing.

“It’s been growing, this hunger. For years now.”

I pulled her forward slightly and then pushed her back. The thin material between us rubbed along the tip of my cock and her clit. I repeated the motion, very slowly, and went on.

“Right now I’m so damned hungry. I don’t know what I’ll do if I don’t satisfy it.”

My hands moved away from her hips to scratch along her thighs. Kimberly kept moving to the same rhythm.

“Do you get hungry too?” I asked, “The way I do?”

This was it. It felt like a huge risk. Even in a dream where I ought to be controlling everything this felt as though it was out of my hands. Kimberly placed her hands on my shoulders and pushed her torso away from mine. Her bare breasts were finally in view but I couldn’t take my eyes off of her face. I was **** for an answer, for some indication of what would come next.

Kimberly lifted her ass up a few inches. Without another word she reached one hand down between our bodies. She stared into my eyes as her fingers found the front slit of my swimsuit (had it always had a slit?) and worked their way inside. She grasped my firm dick and pulled it out. I could have cum just from that brief contact, but I held on. She nimbly pulled her bikini bottoms aside with her thumb and placed the head right at her entrance.

“I get SO hungry sometimes, Michael.”

And saying only that she sat back down, slowly engulfing my throbbing member inside of her warm, wet, soft pussy. I had to grip onto the side of the lounge chair and take a deep breath to hold my orgasm at bay.

We found the same slow rhythm as before, except now there was nothing separating us. Our bodies moved as one and in a single voice we both groaned in pleasure. I finally broke eye contact to take in the sight of her luscious breasts. The swayed slightly as she rose and fell, perfectly round and with small, dark areolas. My hands left my sides and grasped them both. I held them in my palms and ran my thumbs around her sweet, pink nipples.

“Fuck this feels good,” I managed to gasp.

“Fuck yes it does!” she replied.

Kimberly began to rock her hips a bit more as she rose and fell, and I added my own thrusts up towards her. This went on for several luxurious minutes. Every now and then she would smile down at me, or moan, or run her fingers through my hair and cry, “Yes, Michael!”

I don’t know if she came, but I knew that I would soon.

“I don’t want this to end, Kimberly.”

“Neither do I.”

“I want this to be real,” I said. More to myself than to her.

“It can be, Mikey. It can be.”

A tremendous pressure had built up inside me. The sum total of years of hidden desires, of unrequited longing. It was now about to be released.

“I…” the words caught in my throat. “I… think I…”

But I couldn’t finish the thought before my orgasm took over and my cock pumped load after load into her perfect body. I moaned, and so did she, and then the moaning went quiet, and before I knew it I was back in my bedroom with one hand wrapped around my deflating dick and the other squeezing firmly on the mattress.

It was the middle of the night. And I was alone. Like so many nights before.

“I think I love you, Kimberly.”

It was hard to fall asleep after that.

The End