We didn't really sleep after the sex. It was a kind of "nap" with both of us pretty much awake. We began talking about...anything. There was a certain tension hovering in the air. We were friends and coworkers for years and we had just had, what we would admit to ourselves, was one of the best and most passionate sexual experiences of our lives. We both lit up a smoke around 6:30 and decided to shower together. God, how I loved soaping up his massive frame. Sure enough, we both got hard and within minutes he was once again inside me pumping his cock into my manpussy from behind while he played with my nipples and licked my neck and ears. I felt him tense and spasm as he pumped another load of cream into me while mine splattered all over the shower wall. I had to miss the early morning meeting (Donnie told them I had some kind of stomach problem or whatever) because his cum was running out of my ass and my ass was very, very sore. I rejoined my coworkers later...after a nap. When I saw him around 4pm at the hotel bar with our staff, I was overcome. It hit me right, then and there I was in love with this man and had been all along. What the hell were we doing?? He lived with Linda though he bitched about her all the time. He caught my gaze...he smirked. Good lord, I was like a schoolgirl. The soreness of my asshole seemed more like a badge of honor to me at this point. This hulking stud with the eleven inch, monster-thick dick had just made me into HIS bottom overnight. We all had drinks and dinner. I hovered around Donnie until he said he was "going to the room to call Linda". I made my way up, too. He called her and left a message...a short one. I started to talk after he got off the phone and he cut me short, "Let's not talk about this right now, how about just enjoying it....." as he brought his mouth to mine and sucked me in to him. We had sex all night again. We enjoyed a 69; some fantastic massage; I swallowed more of his seed and I got on top of him and rode his power tool til he blasted inside me yet again. I was crying again as he wrapped his arms around me preparing to orgasm up my ass while I rode him. Without even realizing it I blurted out, "Oh God, I love you............" as we collapsed together, stuck to each other by my cum and our sweat. "I love you, too..." he panted.
Finally, we talked about what happened, we talked the next morning. We decided to spend the weekend together on the way home from the trip. Donnie told Linda that he was joining me and some buddies on a fishing trip and would be home Sunday night (it was Thursday night). I booked us a hotel just outside DC in Virginia and we figured to spend the weekend there and see what exactly this was: pulse-pounding sex or love indeed.
We made love in the morning and went to the airport. We were loose, talkative and having fun. Donnie made cute references to me (my ass, etc.) and I smiled back. It was happening, I was in love with a man. On the plane, I wanted him again. When we hit the bed and breakfast Friday around 6pm, our weekend began with a lovemaking session that lasted so long we had to eat fast food for dinner. The feeling of Donnie's long, hard love pistoning in and out of me, the force, the manliness, the way he MAKES us one...it got me hooked. Wrapped in his arms in bed with his sperm running out of me puts me in another place entirely.