deeper and more satisfied as I lick and tease and taste his cock.
It’s divine. Better than any food, more satisfying. I could do this all night, but he’s close. I feel him fighting it in the way his whole body tenses each time, right before he almost erupts in my mouth. I don’t want that. I want him to know the same pleasure he’s giving me. So I redouble my efforts, take more of him, to the limit, faster and harder, working the part of the shaft I can’t swallow with my free hand, paying special attention to the head of his cock until his groans are just one long sound.
“I’m gonna cum,” he says, and I appreciate the warning, but I already knew. And I’m ready.
Or I thought I was.
He cums hard, his whole body hard like a stone before going soft with release. And I try to swallow as much as I can, but it’s too much and tickles as it dribbles down my neck.
I lay by his side, watching him as he recovers, sliding my hand up and down his hard abs and chest, getting my fill of the soft hardness of his skin.
He opens his eyes and fixes them on me. Gratitude, amazement, satisfaction, and lust are swirling in them, pulling me in.
“That was amazing,” he says.
I grin. “And I hope you’re ready for more. Because I sure am.”
He chuckles and pulls me close. “I’ll always be ready for more with you. Don’t you worry.”
Colt
I wake up to her kisses on my neck, softer than the softest breeze yet powerful enough to wake a tornado of lust. Already I feel the outer winds of it rising. I keep my eyes closed, so as not to interrupt this private moment of hers. Sure, I’m part of it, a huge part actually, the focus, but still it’s all her. And I love the attention.
I thought I cared about the women I’ve been with before her, but it’s nothing like this connection I share with Brenda. That wasn’t caring. This is. I want her all the time, I think about her all the time, and it all seems like it’s been like that for all time already. Weird. Right and exactly how it should be, but weird.
“I know you’re awake,” she whispers into my ear, right before taking my earlobe between her teeth and sending a whoosh of desire through me so hot, it’s actually cold.
“And I’m happy you are,” she says and snuggles closer. “I missed your voice in the dark.”
I cup her ass in my hand and pull her to me. “I’m here now.”
“So there’s no need for us to talk anymore, you mean?” she asks, raising her head so she’s looking down on me. I swear the whole Milky Way is shining bright in her night-sky eyes. I’m cursing my stupidity and inability for not being capable of thinking before speaking and not for the first time.
“That’s not what I meant,” I explain hastily, but she just smiles softly and gives me an even softer kiss, just lips, no tongue.
She’s such a wild creature when she’s in the throes of passion, so ready to come and feel good. I don’t really know this soft woman she is right now. But I want to know her. Despite being sure I want it fast and hard and all the time when it comes to sex, I’m not so sure anymore.
Then she kisses me harder, her tongue looking for mine, and she climbs on top of me. Her pussy is wet and ready, cool against my raging hard cock. I change my mind again as she guides my cock right where she wants it, deep inside her. She’s a pro at riding a cock, there are no two ways about it. And as she slides up and down my cock, gyrating her hips just so to let me feel every inch of her velvety softness, I forget all else. Or remember everything more like. So much it’s all just a jumbled mess of pleasure and feeling good, too dense to unpack, too good to try to.
I play with her bouncing perky breasts, slide my hands down her stomach and up her back as she does her thing for both of us. I don’t last long, I can’t, not with her. And I don’t have to, because there’ll be more after this. And better. If that’s even possible.
She comes with me, her moonlight-bathed body frozen as the ecstasy of her