My boyfriend and I haven't seen each other in quite a few days and it's been even longer since we've had sex. Not terribly long, but far too long for us; probably a week or more. We have so much going on in our day to day lives right now, and we're in the process of moving which is stressful enough on it's own, that sex got put on the back burner. The tension was causing distance and unnecessary fighting and snapping at each other (and others). So, after realizing this, we made plans to go on a date to the races. Not a typical "date", but something we both really enjoy doing. We knew that as a couple, we needed time away together to just be us and enjoy ourselves. For days leading up to this date we would text back and forth, talking about how we couldn't wait to get a break, and about much we were missing sex. We'd tease each other with pictures and tell each other all the naughty things we wanted to do. The day of, I was so excited I actually called into work just to prepare myself. Despite the races being very dirty and not really a place you show up "nicely" to, I spent the whole day relaxing and getting showered, shaved, exfoliated, moisturized, made up, and put together. I wondered all day how he was going to act at the races, coming up with scenarios in my head. Would he try something sneaky? Would he even be able to wait until we got home? Were we about to have sex in a dirty race track bathroom? I liked the thought of teasing him and making waiting unbearable, so the outfit and make-up I put on was specifically chosen to do just that. I wore my tight fitting ripped skinny jeans that curved to fit the shape of my butt just right, a tucked in skin tight black tank top with a pushup bra, a black choker (his weakness), and I wore my waist length hair In a half up ponytail (because he adores my hair and I never get to wear it down, but the pony still gives him something to tug 😉). When he picked me up for our date, I got into the passenger seat and paid close attention to the way he acted... but he remained pretty casual. He mentioned that I looked exceptionally cute, and kissed me deeply. He just seemed too collected. Yet, the excitement was growing in my belly, and being in his presence made me burn with desire. I wondered if he was feeling the same. We got to the track, got our seats in the same old spot we normally sit, halfway up the bleachers to the left of the flag stand, and our secret game began. We spent about 6 hours sitting, walking, eating, and doing normal people activities with each other, just genuinely enjoying ourselves and the races. But we both knew our intentions for later, and we were toying with each other. I could physically feel the anticipation building in my seat, and judging by his change in mannerism, I could tell for sure that it was affecting him as well. Now, in case you've never been, talking at the races with such loud cars and people, can be quite a difficult task. You either have to yell over everyone, or lean in closer to speak to the person next to you. So as we would chat back and forth, leaning and talking like middle school best friends sharing secrets, he'd occasionally whisper something naughty to me, telling me in detail what he wanted to do to me, resulting in a lot of blushing and "shut up"s from me. I was partially scared someone close would hear what he said, but mostly I was afraid I would lose our game. It was killing me. The night went on and things kept getting hotter, there was no denying the sparks now. I was ready, and all I wanted was to attack him and take what's mine. He could see it on my face when I looked at him, I didn't care about being the first to give anymore... But still he made me wait. We both made it through the night and neither of us gave in, despite a strong STRONG urge to do so. Overall, the date was a success, we were both happy, tired, and more than ready to get home. The entire car ride back to the house was quiet, it was dark out and we were both stuck in our thoughts. He kept one hand on the steering wheel and with the other he rubbed my inner thigh, letting me know just how much "trouble" I'd gotten myself into. When he'd look over I could see the smirk on his face. I shook my head and rolled my eyes at him, biting the inside of my lip to hide my smile. The second we got in the house it was over, we let go of the reins and neither of us could take our hands off each other. We got to our room and things were heating up quick, but I stopped him as he fumbled with the zipper of his pants. I knew that by stopping at any point I risked killing the mood, but we were covered head to toe in mud and dirt from the races. I decided we could wait a bit longer, and I told him we had to shower before we did anything. He wasn't pleased with me and grumbled quite a bit, but complied. We got in the shower and I assured him we'd just do a quick wash. We stood together under the water, letting it run over our skin, enjoying the heat. He handed me a shampoo bottle and I squirted a large pump of shampoo into my hand, closed my eyes and began to lather it in. As I scrubbed away at the dirt and grime built up from the night, I could feel his eyes on me the whole time. Finally, I rinsed my hair out and opened my eyes to find him admiring me closely with a dark, hungry look on face. It made my hair stand on end. I smirked a little, but tried to contain myself as I continued what I was doing. I quickly applied conditioner to my hair and then turned around to grab my loofa and start washing my body. As the suds began to cover my body, he moved closer and reached his arms around me, feeling me up and down, running his hands over my body, teasing my nipples and my clit, slowly kissing and biting on my neck. I turned around to face him and let the water rinse me off and I started washing his body, admiring his muscles and tan skin. He smirked and took the loofa from me. He set it aside and gently pushed me down to my knees for a blowjob. I put my hands on my knees and did as he expected. I continued, almost expecting this to be where he finishes, but he stopped me and pulled me up by my chin and began kissing me. He pressed my wet body to his and braced the back of my head with his hand and continued to kiss me. Our tongues danced together, and he pulled at my lips with his teeth, letting me know he wants more. After making out very passionately, he turned me around to face the shower wall, bent me over and took me from behind. I gasped as entered me, the girth and length completely filling me. He rubbed his hands down the length of my back admiring the shape of my body and then back up to my hips, where he firmly grasped and began to thrust. Water poured over our bodies as we moved together, each thrust building up the intense pleasure. We continued, and I let myself sink into the feeling. It was not how I pictured us having sex, yet it felt so amazing I didn't want him to stop. But he began to slow down. He was teasing me yet again. He did a few more deep, hard strokes then pulled out and turned off the water. I whined a bit, begging him to continue, and he shook his head and handed me a towel. So we got out and walked back to our room. Once we got there I walked to the bed and started drying my hair with my head towel. I knew it probably wasn't worth getting dressed, but a soaked head of hair was unacceptable. I could hear him closing in behind me and drop his towel on the ground. He grabbed my wrist tightly and stopped me from drying my hair. I released my hair towel and before it even hit the ground he ripped the towel off my body with his free hand and shoved me to the bed. I fell face down, and he followed me down. Mounting me and then lifting and grabbing my hips with his hands to position me just right. He teased me a bit, sucking on my clit, running his fingers over the outside of my opening, and then fingered me just long enough to get me soaking wet and ready for him yet again. He rubbed the tip of his penis over my opening again and again, driving me wild. Finally, I rocked my hips side to side and pleaded for him to fuck me. It was exactly what he was waiting for, and as the words left my mouth he thrust into me, hard. He thrust again and again as hard and as deep as he could. He continued, but bent down over me and reached with one hand to grab my face and stick the two fingers that were inside me in my mouth. "Can you taste yourself on me?" He asked. I nodded, fingers still in my mouth, and licked them clean. Then he took his fingers out of my mouth and grabbed my throat with the same hand… my weakness. He continued thrusting hard, and he bent over my ear and said "Who do you belong to?" His voice was a low growl, and the tone of his voice was dark, and so dominant. "You," I strained through his grip on my throat. I felt his smile grow on my ear and he released my throat and grabbed my hips. Without missing a beat, he flipped me onto my back and threw my legs over his shoulders and was right back on his rhythm. We fucked for an hour, maybe longer... It felt like an eternity. Changing positions a few more times. There was choking, hair pulling, biting, oral and more, but most of all there was a DEEP craving for one another... It felt primal almost, and it was delicious.