Wild Reunion Cravings
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Chapter 1: Storm-Tossed Arrival
The wind whipped salt spray across my face as I pulled up to the weathered beach house on my battered truck, the engine rumbling like a distant thunder. That familiar stretch of Oregon coast stretched out, all jagged cliffs and roaring Pacific waves crashing below. It had been a year since Sophia and I last tangled here, our bodies slick with sweat and sea mist, chasing that raw hunger we couldn’t kill off anywhere else.
I killed the ignition, heart already pounding. Sophia—lithe yoga instructor with sun-kissed skin and those piercing green eyes— she’d texted me two days ago: Full moon’s calling. Be there. Got something wild in store. Wild. The word always hung between us like a dare. Our thing started six years back in a Portland dive bar, two twenty-somethings grinding on a crowded floor, ending up in my apartment for a night that blurred days. We burned hot, too hot, split after a year of road trips and reckless fucks. But this annual pilgrimage? Our secret reset button.
The screen door creaked open before I even grabbed my duffel. There she stood, barefoot in a thin white sundress clinging to her curves from the humidity, nipples already pebbled against the fabric. The scent of jasmine oil and ocean brine hit me first, pulling me in like a riptide.
“Jake,” she breathed, voice husky over the wind’s howl. Her arms wrapped around my neck, body pressing flush. Soft breasts crushed against my chest, hips grinding subtle, teasing. I tasted salt on her lips as we kissed—slow at first, tongues lazy, building to that frantic edge.
Inside, the place smelled of driftwood fire she’d lit, crackling low in the stone hearth. Candles flickered, casting shadows that danced across her golden thighs. We didn’t speak much. Words got in the way. She poured whiskey, neat, the burn sliding down my throat matching the heat pooling low in my gut.
“Missed this,” I muttered, hand sliding up her dress, fingers brushing bare, slick warmth. No panties. Always prepared, my Sophia.
She shivered, eyes darkening. “You have no idea.” Her fingers worked my belt, freeing my thickening length. She stroked slow, thumb circling the head, smearing the bead of precum. The room filled with our breaths, heavy, ragged. Outside, waves pounded relentless, mirroring the pulse in my veins.
Chapter 2: Bareback Revelation 🔥
Clothes hit the floor in a frenzy, a scatter of denim and cotton like shed inhibitions. Sophia backed toward the king bed piled with quilts, her ass swaying hypnotic. I followed, cock bobbing heavy, veins throbbing. She dropped onto the mattress, legs parting wide, that pink heat glistening under the firelight.
“Come here,” she purred, fingers tracing her folds, dipping in to show how ready. The musky tang of her arousal thickened the air, driving me feral.
I knelt between her thighs, gripping her hips, rubbing my bare tip along her slit. No rubber. God, a year without that skin-on-skin rush. She arched, moaning low. “Wait—kiss me first.”
Our mouths crashed, tongues dueling wet and wild. Her nails raked my back, drawing faint red lines that stung sweet. I nudged in, just the head, her walls fluttering greedy around me. We both groaned, the stretch exquisite.
“Fuck, Sophia… so tight.” I sank deeper, inch by inch, her slick coating me fully. Balls-deep, I held still, savoring the velvet grip, the way she clenched like she never wanted me out.
“Move,” she gasped, heels digging into my ass. I thrust—slow at first, building to a piston rhythm. The bedframe slapped wood floors, wet smacks echoing her soaked channel. She chanted, “Inside… all inside.”
Climax coiled fast, too fast. I tried pulling back—instinct—but her legs locked iron around me. “No! Trust me, Jake. I want it. All of it.” Her eyes locked mine, wild with need, no shadow of doubt.
That snapped something primal. I hammered harder, her tits bouncing, sweat slicking our slide. Pressure built, balls drawing tight. First spurt hit, flooding her depths—hot jets painting her cervix. She shattered too, walls milking every drop, cries muffled against my shoulder.
We panted, me still buried, cum leaking slow around us. She flexed inner muscles playful. “Surprise,” she whispered, smirking. “On the pill now. First time for you like this.”
I chuckled, nuzzling her neck, tasting her pulse. “Fucking wild. You planned this.”
“Every detail.” Her hand cupped my ass, holding me in. The fire popped, embers glowing like our aftershocks.
Chapter 3: Confessions Over Cock 💋
Minutes blurred to recovery under quilts, her head on my chest, fingers idly tracing my abs. The room hummed with sea crash and our slowing breaths. My cock softened inside her, but her warmth kept it half-hard, twitching occasional.
“Tell me about your year,” she murmured, voice soft but edged curious. I felt her shift, cum trickling down her thigh—viscous, warm.
“Dated a redhead accountant. Steady fuck, but… vanilla. Kept thinking of you mid-thrust.” Honesty spilled easy here, no judgments.
Sophia lifted, eyes sparkling wicked. “Same. This guy, Marcus—tech bro. Took him to a club last month. Danced wild, grinding like we used to. Ended up at his place.” She paused, gauging me. My cock stirred at the image.
“Yeah? Bare?”
“Condom. But I pictured you slamming home, filling me raw.” She slid down, breath ghosting my shaft. “Made me cum hardest ever.”
Her mouth engulfed me—hot, wet suction. Tongue swirled the mix of us, musky and tangy. I groaned, fingers tangling her dark waves. She bobbed deep, throat relaxing to take all, gagging soft but eager. Saliva dripped, pooling on balls she sucked next, humming vibration shooting sparks up my spine.
“God, your mouth…” I bucked light, fucking her face gentle. She pulled off with a pop, strings connecting. “Want round two? Feel you hardening.”
I nodded, pulling her up for a bruising kiss, tasting myself on her. Rolled her onto back again, but slower this time. Legs over shoulders, folding her deep. Entry slick from round one, cum squelching lewd. We rocked measured, building tension, whispers turning filthy.
“Gonna flood this pussy again. Mark you mine yearly.”
“Yes—drown it in your seed. Love how it throbs.” Her eyes rolled as orgasm hit, but I paced, drawing it out. When I erupted, slower pulses, she quivered, nails carving crescents into my arms.
Collapsed together, sticky and spent. Laughter bubbled—nervous, real. “This is crazy,” she said. “Us. Wild like nothing else.”
Chapter 4: Cliffside Fury
Moon full and fat hung over the horizon as we stumbled out post-midnight, naked but for robes tossed aside quick. The deck overlooked sheer drop to rocks and froth, wind howling wild through hair and chills over sweat-damp skin.
“Here?” I growled, pinning her to railing. Salt air bit nipples hard, her gasp sharp as I yanked legs apart. She nodded, wild grin feral. “Fuck me like animals.”
Bent her over, ass presented moonlit—round, firm from yoga. Spat on my hand, slicked her rear entrance new for us. “Ever…?”
“Tonight. All of me.” Fingers probed first—one, then two—her hole clenching hot, relaxing with breaths. Lube was spit and our mixed juices smeared back. I pressed cockhead insistent. Popped past ring, her cry echoing over waves—pain-tinged pleasure.
Inch by inch, burying in tight ass. So different—firmer grip, ridges dragging every vein. She pushed back, moaning throaty. “Deeper—wreck it.”
I gripped hips bruising, pounding relentless. Flesh slapped loud over ocean roar. Reached ’round, thumb circling clit soaked still. Her body trembled, building quake. Smell of sea and sex overwhelmed, taste of wind-whipped sweat on lips as I bit her shoulder.
“Cum in my ass—claim everything.” Command shredded me. I roared release, pumping thick ropes deep into bowels. She spasmed anal orgasm, collapsing forward gasping. Pulled out slow, watching my load ooze white from pinked hole.
We sank to deck boards, rough splinters biting knees ignored. She turned, licking me clean—ass and cum mix bold on tongue. “Tastes wild,” she murmured, eyes locked reverent. Huddled against chill, moon our witness, bond tighter in deviance.
Chapter 5: Tidal Aftermath and Promises
Dawn crept gray-pink over waves as we showered, steam thick with eucalyptus soap masking night’s musk. Water cascaded her curves, rivulets tracing breasts to trimmed mound still puffy, leaking faint. I soaped her slow, fingers delving gentle, her sighs mixing spray hiss.
“Three times inside. Feel full,” she whispered, leaning into me. My hardness pressed her belly again—insatiable. She dropped sudsy, mouth working revival. Knees on tile, I fucked throat steady, balls tapping chin. Pull out to slap wet face, her laugh bubbles.
Lifted her against wall, legs hooked waist. Slid home vaginal, easy glide through remnants. Slow lovemaking now, contrasting frenzy—deep grinds, clits rubbing shaft. Kisses tender, tongues soft.
Climaxes synced quiet, my seed adding fourth layer. Held her after, water cooling, vulnerability raw. “This yearly wildness… enough?” I asked, toweling her hair.
She paused, conflict flickering—desire versus lives apart. “Keeps it pure. Explosive. But fuck, Jake… tempts more.” Cupped my face, kiss lingering. “Next full moon?”
“Wouldn’t miss.” Dressed reluctant, coffee bitter on tongues. Truck keys jingled sad. Last hug at door, her scent clinging shirt. Drove off cliff road, rearview her silhouette waving, heart wild-swollen with ache and anticipation.
Months later, glimpses of her profile on socials with some suit—laughing dinners. Mine with a fiery bartender. But thrusts shallow, minds drifting here. Our secret creampie ritual, bareback bliss under moons. Wild cravings eternal.
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