Love And Lust Go Together

After spending most of my quarantine with my parents, numbers seem to be going down where I live. I decided to move back in to my place with my boyfriend.

We did not really bother to unpack. We got straight to making out and fucking. I missed him so much, and it was clear that he did too. The entire afternoon was spend fucking, crying, showering and more fucking. All of this had made us quite hungry.

My boy grabbed my ass, pulled me close and said, “Babe, I want a date with you.” with this twinkle in his eyes. I was going to agree of course, but I wasn’t sure where we would go, so I brought up that COVID is still a thing. Without missing a beat, he said, “Not outside. On our balcony. We have a half decent view, and I haven’t really looked at my darling properly all day given I was balls deep in you.” he said, slowly rubbing his finger against my asshole. I sealed the deal with a kiss and we ordered a pizza.

Here’s the thing about my balcony. We live in the city, and the balcony overlooks a neighborhood street with a fair amount of traffic and a park.

The doorbell rang, and I was told to go put some clothes on and get ready for our date. I grabbed my dress from the floor, and grabbed a case of beer and headed to the balcony, followed by my hot hunk.

We had been in touch throughout this time, but sitting on the floor of the balcony, legs outstretched, back to the wall and leaning on him, I remembered why I loved him. We talked, in person, after a long time and I just couldn’t take my eyes off him. He listened as I spoke too, and when we finally lulled down on the chit-chat, he wrapped his arms around me and kissed me, taking a short break to say “I love you.”

This fucker knew how to make me melt. After all the fucking we’d done, we still felt really horny for each other but also felt more strongly emotional towards each other. The little stuff, really, like grasping my hand, caressing my jaw, kissing his face and that stuff.

We just hugged again, and munched on our pizzas and sipped our beers, watching the sun set. As I watched, I saw something move in the corner of my eye. It was his cock. It wasn’t a bulge – he was at full mast. More than horny, I was amused!

I immediately put my hand on it, tracing my fingers in a clawing motion over his shaft, and turned my head up towards him, grinning widely. I asked, “Baaabe…You’ve cum six times today. How are you still hard?”

He looked at me, as if the answer was obvious, and curiously asked me, “You really don’t know?”

I mean, he was hard because he was horny, duh, but we’d been fucking a lot that day and I was just surprised he was able to keep still get one!

With wide doe-eyes, I shook my head. He grunted, looking grumpy but in a cute way. I grabbed his cock tight, and bent down to kiss the tip over his trousers, and came back up, resting my chin on his shoulder, pleading with him to tell me. He couldn’t keep the grumpy facade any longer and broke into a smile.

“I’m going to be a pervert.” he said, biting his lip. I don’t know if he was doing it to make me hot, or if he was genuinely shy, but I went along with it and said, “Be my perv.”

His hands slid down to my breasts, palming them with surprising tenderness. “Look at you!”, he said, seemingly flabbergasted that it wasn’t apparent to me. “You look so fucking hot in this dress! Your cleavage, your legs, your body and I can’t take my eyes off your fucking tits!” he said in one breath, giving them a firm squeeze. “And your nips – oh my god, you think I’d ever get used to them poking out like that?”, he added, pushing his fingers into them. He paused for a moment, and held my nipples between his thumb and forefinger ever so gently – a stark contrast to me squeezing the shit out of his cock – and mildly pinched them. “You know what I’m being reminded of, looking at you like this?”

I was already at a loss for words. He had somehow won me over, after already winning me over, and I was just gazing up at him, my entire body wanting him to fuck me for eternity. The only source of relief was his steel hard cock, which I was relentlessly squeezing. I softly said, “No.”

Rolling my nipples, he kissed my forehead and said, “It reminds me that you’re not just the woman I love.” and chose to fucking pause there. Letting go of my nipples, he drummed his fingers over them as he spoke, “It also reminds me that you’re my slut.”

I could feel my wetness from squeezing my thighs at this point. I smirked at him, stroking his cock through his pants as it laid throbbing against his thigh, and said, “I AM your slut, baby. I am your slut.” validating his thoughts and going in for a kiss.

With a naughty look, taking a second to scan at the horizon, he tugged my dress to the side, exposing my breast, and cupped it in his hand. “So, you won’t mind if I do this then?”

It was a rhetorical question. He knew I was an exhibitionist, and he knew doing that would drive me crazy. It was well established that I would let him do that and more. Still, I have my instincts and reflexes.

“Oh my god, babe!” I gasped, grabbing his wrist. I only grabbed and held on to it. I didn’t pull it away. “People could see!” I said in a hushed whisper as we saw people walking in the park.

“All they’ll see is a busty goddess being worshiped and getting the attention her boobs deserve.” he retorted with a goofy grin, playfully squeezing my breasts a few times.

I slapped his hand, and we played with each other for a few seconds, with me struggling to get his hand off my breast and him determined to expose me. It was hot, and we were both laughing our asses off. Him being stronger meant that my efforts were futile, and I just turned to the side facing him and hugged him, making it positionally hard to keep fondling me.

I took an affectionate ‘bite’ out of his cheek, and we rested our foreheads against each others, letting the excitement settle down. As it did, I noticed his expression go from pure happiness to noticeable sad. I nuzzled my nose against his face, stroking a palm over his strong jaw and asked him what was wrong.

“Ahh” he sighed. “Just a little issue. A good one to have, though.” he said, lighting up a little. I held his face in my palms, planting little kisses to comfort him.

“I…I missed you so much, and I love you so much…and I constantly want to be having sex with you or just touching you…” he said, sounding troubled which confused me. “Even right now, I want nothing more than to feel some part of you wrapped around my dick, but, if we keep doing that, we won’t get the chance to be a little bit corny with each other. I want to tell you how much you mean to me, I want to kiss you passionately. I want to be in the moment with you!” he said, shrugging.

I couldn’t possibly be more in love with him, but I was. I wanted to do nothing more, but to make him happy. This was an interesting conflict, and I really wanted my boy to have the best of both worlds. That gave me a lightbulb.

I went inside, and got a pillow for his back, to make him more comfortable leaning against the wall, and I knelt down and spread his legs wider apart. I then sat in between his legs, and rested my back on him, cozying up to him, and asked, “Is this better?”

His face lit up, and he responded emphatically, pulling me in tightly with an arm wrapped around my stomach and grabbing my face to kiss me. The kiss was slutty. We sucked on each other’s tongues, feeling so much spit wander from our mouths to the other’s. After a long kiss, he slowly retreated sucking on my lower lip. He gently lined his teeth on my lip, and pulled it without biting. He let go of my face, and slide the hand down to my breast and wrapped his palm over it. “I love your boobs so much, baby.” he mumbled licking his tongue over my lip.

There’s something about being objectified by a person you love so dearly. I wanted him to have me any way he wished. He deserved to have me.

Keeping his fingers outstretched, he rubbed his palm over my nipple, and mumbled again with his teeth pulling my lip. “Do you want me to squeeze, darling?”

I wanted to beg him to do it. I could feel my eyes glazing over, and only managed a weak nod. That was enough for him, as he clamped his palm shut, letting me know how strong he was with a single squeeze of my breast. I squirmed around, fighting his feet with mine before I let out a whimper. He released into a softer grip as I whimpered, and nuzzled his nose against me, asking, “Do you know how nice your boobs feel?”