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It was a long 5 days. I had driven across the state to see my parents, both in their 80's. I was playing in a member/guest golf tournament with my dad.

CJ stayed home with the girls. It was the first time we'd really been apart since we'd moved in together. We've already been through so much. The time away made me miss her beyond belief. It also made me super horny. Our schedule for sex is usually only one to two times per week. For whatever reason the distance made me crave her beyond belief. I'd go to bed with my cock leaking precum, needy to feel her. I'd wake up missing seeing her gorgeous face, those blue eyes, the feel of her ass pressed against me. It all made me long for her.

Whenever I get this needy, I have the most vivid dreams. I dreamt that I was sleeping at home, I woke up to CJ's beautiful mouth covering the head of my cock. It felt so real, I could feel her index finger and middle finger wrapped around the base, while her mouth worked over the head of my 6" fairly thick cock. I could feel her breath against my abdomen as she worked. Her blue eyes looking up at me as her tongue worked the area just under the head while she bobbed, her lips wrapped tightly around me. Her fingers sliding up and down the base. I could feel my balls tighten as she increased the pressure. She was needy for my cum, the tension in my body rose as she worked.

Then I woke up. This was the last day of the tournament. I was heading home tomorrow. Those types of dreams always left me extremely horny. I held back from masturbating. I didn't want to ruin what I would do with CJ when I got home.

I text CJ, telling her about my dream. She replied with "I can't wait for you to come home!"

All I could think about the entire round of golf was CJ and the naughty things I wanted to do to her. I couldn't wait to explore her body with my fingers and tongue. My mouth was watering at the thought of running my tongue between her labia as I spread them to dive deep inside her. I've always loved going down, tasting a woman, manipulating their clit with my lips and tongue. Going down on CJ was out for this world. She tasted better than any woman I've been with.

I made it through the golf, there was an awards dinner that night. I spent the entire time imagining the dress CJ would wear if she was there. The eyes that would be on her as she walked next to me through the crowd. Only I would know she didn't have any panties on underneath that dress. These thoughts all made my cock extremely hard. I was feeling insatiable and couldn't wait to get home to CJ.

That night in bed it was all I could do to refrain from touching myself. I had so many thoughts in my head as I tried to sleep. I missed CJ. I missed the way she would snuggle into me as she drifted off to sleep. I missed the smell of her hair on the pillow. The heat of her body, everything about her is intoxicating to me. I absolutely missed the sex, but this was more than that. I missed all of her. I drifted off to sleep. Sleep with dreams.

CJ was on top of me, her breasts flashing in front of my face as she ground down on me. My cock was deep inside her. She would slide her hips back towards my feet as she raised up. Only to slide forwards, pushing my cock all the way inside her, simultaneously grinding her clit into my pelvic bone. She had her eyes closed, they were always closed, a look of concentration on her face as she continued the rhythm of back and up to forward and down. Her hands were in the center of my chest, nails digging into my pecs. I had one hand on her hip helping to guide her, the other cupped her breast, her nipple between my thumb and index finger. Barely pinching, more using friction from her motion to tease her further. Her breathing was heavy, she would moan slightly each time I bottomed out inside her.

Her movements became faster, more frantic. She'd pause slightly at the bottom of her slide, grinding her clit harder into me then holding it. Exhaling each time as she held it. I could feel her squeezing my shaft more tight. The head of my cock was swollen, I could feel my balls tighten as she increased the tempo. She wasn't sliding up and down as much now, more forward and back. I moved my hands to her hips and thrust my hips up into her. My cock head was as deep as I could get

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