Thursday - date night

“I’m leaving the office now. Get ready!”

“I’ve been ready for hours. Run!”

Leelah’s text was accompanied by a picture of her on the couch, fully naked, lifting a finger from her snatch to show a thick strand of grool. Thursday night was date night, a tradition we’d been carrying on more or less since we started dating in college. The twist was that, in addition to having a romantic evening together, we also did our best to save our orgasms for each other. That meant that by the end of the day on Thursday we were both in a state of heightened arousal and **** for each other, and release.

I hadn’t cum since this morning, when Leelah and I had started the day with an intimate and gentle morning fuck in the spooning position. I’d gently massaged her tits while slowly fucking her pussy, and we’d managed to cum at the same time. Very intimate, but the load I’d deposited was nothing to write home about, and it was also ten hours ago. I’d been very conscious of my erection since about 2pm, and it was taking a higher percentage of my willpower every hour to resist whipping out my cock and hosing down the nearest female co-worker.

I knew where I’d fine Leelah when I got home, and I wasn’t disappointed. I almost ran into our bedroom, taking off my pants and shirt along the way. Leelah was sitting on the bed with her back against the headboard, legs spread, watching the door with lust in her eyes. I leaned down to give her a deep long kiss before getting on the bed across from her and putting my legs over hers so we were sitting crotch to crotch.

“I missed you today, baby.”

“I missed you to, sexy boy.” Leelah said. “You were still dripping out of me until about noon, but since then I’ve been all alone.” As she spoke she grabbed my dick and gave one long, slow stroke, starting at the base. A huge drop of precum leaked out of my throbbing cock and dropped onto Leelah’s pussy.

“You ready to show me how much you missed me?”

“So ready.”

Leelah reached over and grabbed the vibrator that she had left on the bed next to her, and I gave my cock a few slow strokes and then used the resultant precum to lube myself up a little bit. We both started fucking ourselves, Leelah using the vibe with one hand while the other hand worked inside her pussy, and me stroking my cock with long firm strokes. Maintaining eye contact with each other was part of the ritual, and as I stared into Leelah’s eyes I felt my heart flutter with love as my rock-hard cock twitched with lust. I tried to hold it off as long as I could while still stroking, but after probably 30 seconds I could feel myself hitting the point of no return. Without breaking our gaze I started to cum, spraying rope after rope on Leelah’s tits, tummy, and pussy. As the first strand hit her Leelah her eyes widened with surprise and then joy, as I felt her pace pick up in her pussy. My orgasm felt like it lasted forever as I kept milking shot after shot of creamy cum onto Leelah’s body while her eyes encouraged me to paint her hot trembling body.

Just as my orgasm was ending I could feel Leelah’s orgasm start to crest. Her legs started shaking and her head fell back as I felt first a trickly of moisture on my thighs and then Leelah erupted like a geyser, spraying me with her sweet pussy juice. Her whole body convulsed, which caused the ropes of cum on her to quiver and merge together, leaving her torso a uniform canvas of splooge. A squirt of her sweet pussy juice arced up and landed in my mouth, and I could taste her desire. Every time we performed our date night ritual it reminded me of the first time I’d ever meet Leelah, and I felt so incredibly lucky to be married to my soulmate.