As soon as the airports were working again, we scheduled a meet-up - one that had been overdue since the day we left for college. I flew back to California and met her at the airport. It was like the conclusion of a romantic comedy, the reunion of two lovers torn apart by fate - and it felt every bit as bittersweet and joyous. We barreled into each other's arms, hugging and crying and apologizing, the year's worth of bottled emotions and unspoken sentiments tumbling out.
By the time we were finally alone in her dorm, there was no stopping us. After I peeled off my shirt and jeans, Amy decided to skip formalities and literally rip my undershirt and boxers off. I barely had the chance to slip off her bra strap before she tackled me onto the bed. Feral barely began to describe the sheer extent she was being - even when we were fucking around the clock, Amy was never this savage, scratching and kissing and biting and licking and gripping all around my body. She was the queen of the jungle, and I was her three-course dinner. Naturally, I did my best to keep up by reaching behind her and grabbing her ass, giving a few solid squeezes.
"Enough!" Tired of simply savoring, she pulled me up to her face and smothered me with a deep French kiss, almost strong enough to wrench my tongue out at the root, before breaking apart with **** in her eyes. "You're not walking out of here until you pump my stomach full of little Ians!"
I responded by roughly flipping her onto her back and kneeling above her, taking a solemn moment to behold the beauty of her naked, Amazonian form.
For all of one second. Then I plunged right in, all the way to the hilt.
It felt so good, so right, I might very well have came in that first moment. It didn't matter. We were preoccupied with far more important things, namely grinding into each other like our lives depended on it. I littered kisses about her neck, her shoulders, her perky breasts, while she bound her arms and legs around me with such **** her nails began to draw blood, and we screamed each others names.
"I never - I never stopped - I couldn't possibly - think about fucking anyone el - Oooooooh!" she wailed, tears flowing freely as she squealed and grunted. "GODS, Ian!"
"I know! I couldn't stop either!" I frantically shouted back. "I never stopped loving you! I never will!"
All the doubts, all the jealousy faded in that glorious union. We were no longer mere parts; we were a machine - a dynamic machine of wondrous sex going at lightspeed, moaning loud enough to wake the dead.
"Don't go! Don't let me go!" she sobbed, grabbing me all the harder as she started to spasm. "Don't ever let me go!"
"I'll always be - by your side!" I yelled, sweat and tears flying off my face. "You don't have to fear! You won't be alone! You are loved - I always loved you!"
And then it happened. Without warning Amy dove her mouth onto my shoulder and bit, as she shrieked my muffled name into my flesh while her nails dug ever deeper. I was off like a nuclear bomb, firing charge after charge of white hot magma into her, and there we laid until the both of us had finally stopped quivering.
That night we ended up making an absolute mess of Amy's dorm. We ended up having to open all the windows to let the stench of sex fade out.
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