We lay there engulfed in the darkness. Trailing my fingers along his arm I whispered, "I might want you to fuck me a little bit."
I roll from him and feel his thick, warm come slip from my lips and I race to catch it before I stain the sheets. He lies there, chest heaving, head lolling, a drop of come inching down his cock as his erection subsides. The air around us is heavy with our scent. Sexalicious.
"I'm going to give you an orgasm," he said, pulling his clothes off and preparing to slip into bed.
"My butt itches," I said, the epitome of sexy.
A few minutes later a workout-rumpled D was hovering over me, hands snaking toward my breasts as his mouth found mine, upside down. We kissed those kisses that make your belly flutter, where you can feel the blood leaving your brain and rushing southward. His fingers found my nipples and toyed and pinched such that I felt the electrical jolt down toward my pussy. The kisses continued.
"What do you want me to wear tonight?" I asked D as we were getting ready to go to a holiday party for work. "How about one of your wrap dresses? I want to know that I'm going to fuck you in it when we get home." Stockings? Tights? "Definitely stockings."
In the middle of the night last night I couldn't sleep, so I gently stroked D awake and he attended to my needs mostly with his hands. I realized that I missed being fingered by him. He's so good at it. That's what I wanted tonight more than anything because I know that it almost always leads to me squirting.
He promised me gentle, careful fucking because I tweaked my back. Several days had passed since we'd last fucked, and we missed each other. The plan was for a slow, gentle, sensual fuck that might not even end in orgasms for either of us. We just wanted to be together again.
Late one afternoon on our recent working vacation, after a day of walking the cobblestones and meeting with important work people, I was lying on the bed reading with my feet up. D came into the room and sort of sucked in his breath. "Is that hole supposed to be there?" "What hole?" I asked tentatively.
"The big one in the crotch of your tights?" Damn. The big one in the crotch of the spendy brand new purple tights I had just bought a few days ago. "Save those. We're going to make use of them."
I pulled off my sweater and my motions woke him. "I was thinking about getting mostly naked under here with you." A broad grin stretched across his face, "Yes, please." I pulled my bra off and his hands were on my tits straight away, pinching and rolling my nipples til they were tight and hard. I pulled away to slip off my pants, giving him a chance to catch up and get naked with me. Suddenly we were entwined and kissing and I was aching with desire for him.
This Sunday morning he rolled over close to me and softly ran his hand over my thighs, belly, hips, and eventually over my tightly closed pussy. I drifted in and out of sleep as he touched me, his fingers occasionally running through my downy bush. In lucid moments I wondered if he wanted to fuck me, but the thought floated away as I drifted back to semi-consciousness.
In traffic I pulled up the hem of my dress to show him that yes, I was wearing panties. Black see-through lacy panties with pink trim. I started to get wet. The lunch proceeded without any groping or innuendo under our breaths. Regardless, I stayed wet and by the time we were ready to leave I could smell my own arousal.
I rolled the switch and pressed the large, rumbly head against my clit and felt the deep, penetrating waves vibrate through my pelvis. That thing feels so fucking good.
"I'm game, but I'm not really into it tonight," I said.
"Good. So we'll do it my way." And with that he grabbed my arm, spun me around and pushed me face first into the bed. He held my arm twisted behind my back so it was just painful enough and began to push my dress up around my hips. His weight pushed my arm hard against my back, driving me into the bed, my head turned at an angle so I wouldn't smother.
Early morning sex just never gets old. I woke with his hand on my leg, smoothing the thin fabric of my pajama bottoms over my skin. He kept working his way northward until he reached my waist, sneaking his fingers over the edge and skimming my belly until he reached the tie. One slow pull and it was released. He pushed and pushed and pushed my pants down until they were around my ankles, then with a foot shoved them from my legs into the crease of the sheets at the foot of the bed.
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