Her Heart Beats Below the Waist

She was at home all day, waiting for him. He went out to celebrate a friend’s birthday. Her body craved him in ways that she could not control. His dick needed to be inside of her, and her body craved the warmth of his domineering figure. She tried to sleep it off, but the lust inside of her would not subside. Not until her body had meshed with his. Not before she was able to feel his dick excavating her warm and convulsing pussy.

Her pussy had a heartbeat of its own that begged for him and thirsted for his dick. Pulsating on its own and without her control, her pussy had mastered the rhythm of its contractions. With each pulse, she felt like she would explode in pleasure and increasing desire. There and then, only one thing would pacify such strong urges. There was only one man who would ease the desire that raged inside of her. So she waited on him to come home.

She drank cold water and took cold baths. But neither helped; her walls still yearned for penetration. She then tried cooking and going for a run, but she had been more aroused afterward. Her energy and desire for sex, at that point, was simply out of her control.

What could she do if her masturbating orgasms didn’t satisfy her? What could she do if her pussy only beats for one man? She could wait and hope that she wouldn't implode from a build-up of sexual tension.

“I’m on my way home,” the text read.

“How far,” she wrote back.

“Maybe like 30 minutes.”

On an average day, thirty minutes would have been enough. It would have flown by as she watched TV or made dinner. But it wasn’t an average day, she didn’t need to cook, and the TV seemed like just a noise box. She paced the apartment when she couldn’t sit anymore. And when that grew tired, she poured herself a glass of wine. “Maybe that will relax me,” she thought. But it didn’t. She was only ten minutes into waiting when she decided to make an occasion of him coming home.

She removed her bonnet, doused her braids in some moisturizer, and tossed her hair a little to make sure it falls just perfectly. She went to the bottom of the underwear drawer to find her favorite lingerie: her white, mesh minidress that did little to hide her nipples and everything to accentuate her curves; it fell gently on her hips. Under it, she wore a white G-string that reluctantly covered her fat pussy lips.

Even after dolling up, she still had ten minutes to wait. She poured herself another glass of wine and sat in the armchair that faced the door. As she sipped her cabernet, she only became more aware of the heart beating below her waist and between her legs. She figured: “I might as well get started,” and started rubbing her fingers against her clit as she continued sipping her wine.

Her fingers ventured from her clit to her pussy to find that she was already wet. As she fondled herself, her pussy contracted over and over again, pushing juices out. Overwhelmed with desire, she was keen on how her clit enlarged, and her walls engorged in fluids. It felt like an ongoing orgasm as her walls squeezed, and her clit contracted in pleasure. She pushed her middle and ring fingers inside her pussy to feel how inflated her walls were. Getting more aroused, she was compelled to stroke her fingers against her G-spot. Heightened by stimulation, she felt her walls contract and pushed the fingers out as she climbed to her first orgasm. She re-entered with her fingers again, rubbing her G-spot and enjoying the pulse of her pussy. Continuing to massage her insides, she moaned and climbed to a peak of pleasure. She was on her way to another orgasm when he opened the door.

His eyes widened in astonishment, but she continued to finger herself, deriving the most pleasure she could get by herself. Her eyes begged him to fuck her, and immediately, he began undressing. Eager, but not rushed. Naked, he got on his knees and placed his face between her thighs to taste her first. She moaned in celebration of the pleasure he gave and for his arrival. Now, her pussy would get what it needed.

It didn’t take a lot of tongue-flicking for her to cum. His very presence incited desire in her, and her body opened up at his arrival. Her pussy was flooded with warm juices to welcome his long dick. On his knees, he was tall enough to slide into her pussy as it yearned for him. He shifted her panty to the side as he slid into her. She moaned deeply and closed her eyes to revel in the pleasure that her pussy had been craving.

His lips were still wet from motorboating her pussy when he kissed her, so she tasted the flavor of herself. She sucked the juices off his lips and moaned into his mouth. With her eyes closed, she enjoyed his warm, long dick while he plunged in and out of her.

“Baby, don’t stop,” she moaned.

“Oh my God, Nikki. You are so fucking wet right now.”

“I’ve been waiting on you all day,” she said as her voice got higher and higher, indicating she was about to cum.

As her moan grew, his thrusts got faster and deeper. But when she came, her pussy contracted so hard that it pushed him out as it gushed aggressively onto his pelvis. Before she was done squirting, he slid right back into her, not giving her a chance to recover. And she came again, spurting more intensely than the first time. He did this repetitively, giving her pussy everything that she had wanted all day.

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