After a Shower
“I want to be in our bed. And I don’t want you to fuck me.”
“No?”
“No. I want you to make love with me. Slowly. I want to sleep tonight. Not pass out from exhaustion!”
I chuckle.
“Let me dry you and keep that pink glow of your skin.”
“You get ready and I’ll join you in our bed in a few minutes. I have to dry my hair.”
A few minutes later, the sound of the hair dryer stops, the bathroom light goes out and, in the dim light of the bedside lamp, a vision of loveliness approaches me.
You are wearing the short red nightie that was your “gift” to me. The tiny pearl button between your breasts is unfastened and only the swell of your little breasts holds the top in place. The rich red colour of your panties is in stark contrast to the beautiful white of your skin.
My cock stirs beneath the covers. You excite me. I want you. I have seen your nakedness, touched you in the most intimate ways, tasted your skin and your cum. Yet, my hunger for you is not satisfied. My desire grows stronger as time passes. Will I ever be satiated? Will I ever have enough of you? Tonight is not for these questions. Tonight my body and my mind want to possess you in every way.
“Come to me.”
You kneel on the bed beside me and, as you lean over to kiss me, the lacy top of your nightie falls open. Your pert little breasts glow pink from the warmth of the shower. I have learned that these, seemingly innocent incidents, are not accidental. You have an uncanny intuition for finding ways to excite me. That passion that I saw in your eyes so long ago has surfaced again and fires your imagination. You instinctively find ways to entice me, excite me, make me want you. The button of your nightie “casually” undone, is all part of your intuitive approach to make me want you every minute of every day.
You have become assured and bold and incredibly open in expressing your desires.
Almost as proof of my thoughts, your boldness asserts itself. “Touch me,” you whisper. “Squeeze my breasts. Pinch me. Suck my nipples.”
As your lips close over mine and your tongue probes inside my mouth, my hands reach for the soft sweet mounds of your breasts. The flat of my palms stroke your nipples which instantly stiffen and stand erect. Your body is alive in my hands. I gently pinch your nipples and you break free from our probing kiss and throw your head back. You suck air between your lips in a long hiss.
“Harder. Pinch me harder.”
I twirl the little buttons of your nipples between my fingers, increasing the pressure. A little more. More. I become timid; afraid to hurt you.
“Harder,” you hiss. “Harder.”
Your nipples are like diamonds; hard, stiff, and the colour darkens as your excitement grows.
You throw your leg over me, straddling me. Your hips move back and forth and the patterned fabric of your panties rubs along the length of my stiff prick.
I rake my fingernails down the sides of your body and your back arches in response. You lean forward and lie in top of me, crushing your breasts against my chest.
“My back. Stroke my back.”
My fingernails trace a line down your spine and again your back arches, forcing the sweet mound of your cunt against my cock. The fabric of your panties grinds against my shaft and the head of my cock swells.
Again and again I rake your back. Again and again you grind your cunt along my cock.
Suddenly you sit up, your eyes on fire.
“I want it. I want it inside me.”
You pull your panties aside and guide my rock hard prick to your dripping little hole. I feel the heat and wetness as you rub the head of my swollen cock between your waiting lips and over your erect little clit.
You shudder as you slip the first inch of me into your hot, dripping cunt, holding still for a moment, adjusting to the sensation, and then plunging down, impaling yourself on my willing cock.
My cock slides along the tight silky walls of your welcoming, slippery fuck-hole, stretching you, filling you.
Again you throw your head back and another hiss escapes your lips. You wriggle your ass until your cunt becomes comfortable with my cock buried to the hilt inside you.
As you lean forward to lie on top of me again, I push off your nightie and I wrap my arms around you. My fingers scratch down your back and your cunt squeezes my cock in response.
Your ass begins a steady, gyrating rise and fall as my cock slides into you over and over again. You control the pace; steady, slow. My cock swells harder and harder as your rippling, pulsating cunt draws me deeper into you with each stroke. You slow your pace, wanting the sensation to last.
You grind your clit against me and suddenly you sit up and your hips begin to move faster and faster. Lust claims your body and the intensity of your thrusts increases. Your hips move against me and I lift you up slightly so that my hips can move and I can drive my cock up into you.
My hips rise and fall and my cock begins to pound up into your dripping cunt.
“Yes! Like that! Deeper. Fuck me deeper.”
Your words inflame me. I slam my cock into you harder and harder. Your moaning and panting and gasping grow in volume. Each pounding thrust elicits a grunt from deep in your throat.
“Oh baby. Oh God, baby. Oh, my God! Fuck me. Fuck me. Give it to me. Give me your cock. Shove it in me. Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me, give it to me.”
Your cunt makes a juicy sucking sound as my prick plunders you.
“Oh god, I’m coming! Oh god, oh god, god, god, god, God, God, OH GOD, OH GOD FUCK ME! GOD, FUCK ME. FUCKMEFUCKMEFUCKME!!!!”
Your cunt is so tight, rippling, gripping my cock. Your body shudders and twitches, every muscle tensing and releasing rhythmically with the spasms of your orgasm.
“Come with me! Come inside me! FUCK ME! Gimme your cum. Fill me up. Fill my cunt!”
My hips slam upwards jamming my cock into you and my cock swells, grows, pulsates and gushes a hot load of cum through your insides.
“Oh GOD, yesssssssss. God your cum is hot! Give me more! MORE! I want it ALL! Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me. Fill me with your cum.”
My back arches, driving my prick deep into you. My cock burns up your hole, shooting load after load of hot cum.
The pulsing tide of your orgasm slowly wanes and your cunt begins to lose its grip on my prick. As you lean over me, slowly sinking into my arms, my cock slips free from your cunt and our mingled cum oozes from you, drip, dripping over my cock and balls and soaking into the sheets.
“Oh, Honey. Don’t leave me. Stay inside me. I want your little man inside me.”
You sit up again and reach for my withering sticky cock.
“Wake up, Little Man! Wake up! I want you to fuck me some more!” You look into my eyes with a sad expression. “Tell him to wake up,” you pout.
“I think you wore him out for tonight.”
Your fists pound my chest in frustration.
“Come here. Let me hold you.” You fold across my chest, into my arms. Your fists at your chin, sulking. “Let your little friend rest for a while.”
