Mmmm so early, and the sun is not up yet, just at the pre-dawn.
You open your eyes when you feel someone move and gently place an arm over you,
his hand on your tummy. You try to let your head clear, then relax a little
as you become oriented. You place your hand over his, caressing it oh so gently.
You enjoy the feeling of his skin under yours. It wasn't a dream. He's really
here with you. Your back is to him, and you hear him breath deeply, feeling
the warmth on your neck. As your head clears, you start to remember last night.
The two of you met at your door, the adrenaline pumping. You
greeted with hugs and smiles like old friends, even though you had never laid
eyes on each other. You had dinner with him, sported some nervous conversation.
Letting yourself feel the tingling the whole time. About half way through dinner
after splitting a bottle of wine, you became very comfortable with him. You
talking about everything, holding hands, looking into each other's eyes the
whole time. He came back to your place with you, you both got all tongue tied,
but then timidly kissed. After that, you remember everything falling away, forgetting
your fears, both of you stumbling to your bed, pulling at each others clothes,
buttons popping off, you remember pulling him on top of you and he was inside
of you even before he had his slacks off.
You remember now how you strained to hold each other closer
and tighter, your legs open, inviting, heels rubbing his sides, fucking furiously,
waves of pleasure and lust pouring over both of you. You feel your face blush
as you remember (with just a little embarrassment) blurting out all those delightfully
naughty things you don't normally say to a man. They rolled out of your mouth
so easily. Your ears grow hot as you remember the way you pushed your tongue
around his neck and couldn't help but bite him hard on the shoulder; feeling
just a little wicked when he grunted a complaint. You remember musing at the
fact that it didn't slow him down. His strokes hard and deep, his swollen balls
slap against your ass. Then, that remarkable feeling way down inside....you
swear to yourself that you could feel the heat of his cum as it shot out of
his body deep inside of yours. Your ears were pounding; you barely heard his
excited yelps as he exploded inside of you.
You exhale slowly as you try to relax a little after feeling
those things again in your mind. You roll yourself gently over so as not to
disturb him. You raise yourself on your arm and look up and down his body, stopping
to gaze upon his face. After all this time, so many letters, shared thoughts
and fantasies, Howard is here in your bed, sleeping in your inner sanctum. You
look at his face, so very gently reaching out to touch his beard, perhaps making
sure once and for all that this is real. He seems so familiar to you, and your
comfort is real, but he is also strange to you, you know his mind and spirit
but his face is both unmistakable and unfamiliar. You fear that when he awakes
he will leave too soon, or act nonchalant, or.... He pulls you closer, still
slumbering, and nestles his chin into your chest. Your fears fade immediately,
you think yourself silly for thinking he came all this way just to fuck you.
Silly girl, he wanted you, remember? You lower yourself onto your side, propping
your fuzzy head up with your arm. His face is so close to yours. You lower your
face just in front of his, press your lips to his cheek, and close your eyes.
In his arms you suddenly feel warm and...so safe. You know of nothing of the
world outside your room. Nothing else seems to exist. Yes, you are warm, so
you pull the covers down off of both of you, and feel the release of the heat
from your bodies.
More alert, you take in a big breath. The room is pungent
with the smell of sex, your perfume, his cologne. You move his arm to the front
of you, as you pull away. You raise yourself out of bed slowly to open a window.
The sun still not up, the air is a little chilly and a little damp but clean,
fresh. The breeze rustles through the trees. You take some full breaths. Looking
back, you see Howard on your bed. You gaze around the room to see the remains
of the evening; the wineglasses on the floor, the clothes strewn about, panties,
stockings, socks, belt. You didn't even notice that one glass of wine spilling
last night. You feel delicious and wicked, almost proud of the site before you.
You move back towards the bed, lowering yourself onto it. You look at your man.
Howard looks so gentle and peaceful, not at all like the Howard from last night,
pulling your legs over his shoulders, biting your nipples a little too hard,
handling you rough and deliberately, fucking you so hard. You run you hands
over your eyes and face, and exhale again.
You get an idea, and snuggle between his legs, rolling on
his back gently. He stirs, but then the deep breathing resumes. Not much room
left on the bed, but you pull the covers over you then kneel down. There is
just enough light coming through to see his cock, and you lean towards it. You
gently brush the hair away as you slip the head of his cock between your lips.
You taste his cum mixed with yours, and take in the musky smell of your love
making. You breath out sharply, the excitement already building inside of you.
You gently suck him inside of your mouth. Easy now that his cock is deflated.
You pull him easily in all the way, your nose nuzzled in his hair. You hold
his cock there and move your tongue around the head, and the bottom of the shaft.
You feel his cock respond as it starts to swell inside your mouth. You want
to keep it all in as long as you can. As he grows inside of you, you pull your
head back allowing his cock to slip out of your mouth under the pressure of
your lips. You pull back, smacking your lips, surprised to find yourself savoring
the taste.
You swallow him again. Then you hear him stir again. He sits
up, surprised, propping his arms underneath him, spreading his legs to give
you more room. You keep at your task while you hear him moan, and give little
grunts as you rub your lips on the bottom of his now full member. The bottom
near the head seems to bring the most vocal responses. More sounds come as you
swallow him whole, feeling the head of his cock push against the back of your
throat. "Oh, Honey...." He whispers with a little faltering in his
voice. You can hear his breathing grow deeper and sharper. Soon you feel the
slippery feeling on your tongue as some sweet pre-cum oozes out of the top of
his cock. You pull out, sucking only the head, nursing the sweet gooey stuff
out of him, stopping a few times jut for a second to swallow and lick your lips
to get every drop.
You pull back again and feel a string of pre-cum pull from his cock and land
on your tongue. You lick it up and continue. His cock continues to swell and
get harder in your mouth. Then the sheet is pulled over your head. Sucking hard
with your mouth you massage his thick cock with your hand. You look up at him
and your gazes lock as he watches his cock disappear again and again into your
mouth. Howard reaches down and caresses you face, grunting as he feels more
of his pre-cum ooze from his cock. Knowing you are hungrily savoring every drop
is turning him on to know end, you think to yourself, still quietly and methodically
swallowing him. He caresses your breasts, then seems to gently tug under your
arms.
You don't stop. He pulls more just enough to start raising
you towards him. His cock slips out of your mouth with a wet "pop,"
and you giggle at the sound. He pulls you towards him. This wonderful stranger
pushes his lips against yours and kisses you deeply. Some of his own pre-cum
is swept off your tongue onto his and a string of pre-cum trails between his
lips and yours when he pulls away. He gazes into your eyes, smiling warmly,
almost shyly. He says, "Please tell me what you want. I want to please
you." You feel a stirring in the pit of your stomach as you think of your
answer; of course you know what that is, but will he want that?
You push past him on your knees, then put your legs around
in front of him. He holds you, rubbing your tummy with his large hands, and
licking your shoulder. You kneel on all fours, reaching back behind you to gently
guide his fully swollen member towards you. His cock is sticky, and you feel
some pre-cum in your palm. You rub his cock on your ass cheeks then massage
your asshole with the tip of his cock. You know he understands by the release
of his breath and the little moan he can't help but let out. You fold both arms
around a pillow, lying with your face on the pillow, all flush and hot. You
can't believe you are being so bad with a person you have had with you only
12 or so hours.
You arch your back and move your ass slightly from side to
side. After what seem like forever you feel him guide his cock down the shaft
of your soaked pussy. Oooo, it's a little sore after last night. He slips gently
but without hesitation down to the hilt. Moving his hips around you feel his
cock get slippery, moving in and out of you with ease. You wonder, though, yes,
it feels good, but perhaps he didn't understand....I really wanted him in.....well.....should
I say anything? Then he pulls his drenched cock out of your pussy, which feels
tingly but it was also a little bit of a relief. Then your heart jumps as you
feel his lips gently nuzzle your pussy, then he nuzzles further up, up....you
moan as his lips find your ass. His kisses and licks the opening. Your stomach
gets tight and your face completely flushes.
His tong darts around your asshole, and you feel it push inside
slightly. All the while he has two fingers gently stroking your pussy and up
the crack of your ass. You feels so lustful yet a little helpless as he wets
your ass with your wetness. You then grip the pillow tighter as the head of
his cock nuzzles against then pushed through into your ass. You moan loudly,
biting your pillow, not in pain, but if wondering what it will feel like to
be impaled on him, to be at his mercy. His stops for a moment, not wanting to
hurt you, then slowly pushes into your ass again.
It is so tight for you. Maybe it hurts a little but you don't
care. You concentrate and relax. Howard groans as he pushes the rest of the
way into you. He strokes you gently but with an inflexible rhythm. You moan
loud and long as you feel his tool push through your ass again and again. Unwavering,
not ceasing. He wrestles with your hips to wedge in even a little further than
before. He reaches down with one hand and plays with your clit. You push against
his hips trying to get every inch of him. You feel like his cock passes all
through you. Your new lover lies on your back, wetting his fingers on your pussy
and massaging your nipples. You can only grunt as each new wave of pleasure
flashes through your body.
You rub your face with your hands, wiping away the beads of
sweat. Trying to keep some of your senses about you. Howard drives into you
again, your mind races as you feel his cock in your ass, his fingers on your
hard nipples, his balls slapping you ass. It's all too much.... With a long
moan you feel yourself starting to cum. Your asshole is tingling like it is
on fire, but not painfully, just tingly. You wish he could be in your pussy,
too, and you shudder during the first wave of pleasure. Your clit is so tender....uhnnn....you
feel another wave of pleasure. You can't think, you can only feel, the inputs
to your brain is too much. You feel your ass being pounded, the waves of pleasure,
the wicked, naughty little thoughts running through your mind.
Your legs go week and your lover grabs your hips hard and
shoves his cock in and out quickly. You can barely hear him moan then yelp,
yelp, yelp, as he shudders under his own orgasm. You feel so wicked as you push
backward to help him cum. You ...oh ...wait....you feel....you feel his cum
running down inside of you....that's too much, we have to stop you think...I....
UuuuuuHH!! UuhhHH!!! You moan uncontrollably and loudly. The two of you seem
to be competing for volume of moan as well as for air as your breaths grow short
and sharp. You feel him fall on top of you, expended, but still inside of you.
You wriggle your ass side to side playfully. The sweat rolling down into your
eyes, down your nose, your pillow now soaked. The last waves of pleasure subsiding
finally, after what seems like hours or days you don't know which. You feel
very satisfied, even grateful?
Such feelings running through your body. You feel Howard
pull out of you. You are a little sore, but you almost wish for him to put it
back inside of you as soon as it leaves your body. Exhausted, he falls to your
side, playfully dragging you down with him. You roll around, kissing him passionately
over and over. Touching your forehead to his, looking into his eyes as you wipe
the sweat away from his face. Both of you lie in each other's arms; hot, soaking
wet, out of breath, the calm safe feeling comes back again. You roll back and
nestle your butt up against him. Nothing else exists except the beating of your
hearts, the tickling of the sweat rolling off your body, and his hot breath
on your neck. You fade quickly, feeling warm, safe, and deliciously tired. Bathed
by the early morning sun floating through the drapes, You pull a sheet over
the both of you, then pull his arm around you like a blanket, and drift off
into a warm, sweet sleep.
