Reunited

The Bloke got in very late last night; I'd scurried up to his place in the evening to prepare a dinner for him, but he got in close to midnight so I didn't know if he'd even want to eat. The poor guy had to be at work early(ish) this morning, so I assumed he'd unload the car and we'd go to bed.
Turns out he WAS just hungry enough to scarf down some of the dinner I'd made, some bread, and some wine. I was tired too, so I stayed up with him, but was rather quiet. The idea of curling up against him was so sweet that I was counting down the minutes until I could strip down and nestle my body against his.
I climbed into bed as he washed up and I was damn near asleep by the time he came in. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me tighter into him. "Mmmm... you feel so good... and smell good... and taste good..." he whispered. He ran his hand down the side of my body, slowly feeling my hips and my belly. As his hand wandered back up, it found its way to my breasts and began to touch, then pinch, my nipples. I wriggled with pleasure and smiled in the darkness, moving my mouth to his to find his tongue. I felt his body vibrate as he sighed into me, and my hand found its way down to his cock. He was rock hard. My cunt was getting wetter the harder he pinched my nipples and I moved close to his ear to whisper "Why does that make me want to fuck instantly?" He laughed and said "Well, I guess I'll just have to fuck you then." He turned me on to my belly and opened my cunt with his fingers wide enough to slid his cock in. "I don't know if I'll come..." he trailed off. I didn't care in the least; it felt so good to have him in me and I ground my hips back and against him, feeling him pressing deep against my cervix. It'd been two weeks since we'd fucked last, so I came fast and hard. He laughed with delight after I came and pressed his body against mine to find my mouth for a deep kiss. He slowly pulled out and we fell asleep, both exhausted.
Clearly we weren't that tired; I felt his hands searching for my cunt again around three in the morning and I woke up to him carressing my already-wet clit. I grew hungrier because this time, I wanted him to come. I rolled onto my back and pulled him on top of me; we often fuck from behind, so I love the intimacy of fucking face-to-face. He seemed to as well and pushed as deep in me as he could, cradeling my face with his hands so he could watch my expression. I again lifted my hips and pressed up against him, and listened to his breath change with pleasure. He could hold out much longer, and I pulled his face down to mine, whispering that he could bite me hard and leave all the marks he wanted. He chomped hungrily on my nipples and suddenly lifted his face, shouting out as he came. He lay still for a moment on me, savouring the moment, whispering how delicious I was and how happy he was to be back with me. "I'm sure your neighbors are too..." I smirked, thinking how they must've enjoyed the silence of his absence.
I'm heading back to his place tonight. Our romps last night and this morning were tasty, no doubt, but we need a full night of indulgence. I've already promised to let him do anything he likes to me. Not that that's anything unusual, but with the massive amount of options that lay before us, anticipation is indeed delightful...