Well, baby, you’ve just extracted a confession, I journeyed here in hope, let me get it. Getting up from the bed, picking up my jeans, pulling out a handkerchief, unfolding it, producing the condom packet from within.
Moving back to the bed, kissing her tummy. I’ll put it on in a minute, just first there’s something I’d really like to do first. What, baby? Just lie there, I’ll show you.
After a moment, turning away, my mouth wet with her juices, wiping it with my forearm. Lying next to her, mmmm, you taste wonderful, any time you feel like doing that, just let me know, I’ll come running. Okay, baby, that’d be lovely, but not just now, I need you inside me, get that condom on.
Doing so. Carol now rolling me on my back, mounting me, guiding me, seeking the fit, quickly finding it, her juices running deep inside. A gutteral moan from her, as if relieved from some long tension. Her breasts above my face, my mouth finding a nipple.
Carol moving rhythmically. Gradually, losing herself in an inner world. Me, suddenly on the sidelines, important only as enabler. My body synching with her motion. Her pleasure now the sole focus, my job being not to break the spell. Her rhythms becoming arrhythmic, then rhythmic again. Slight chittering moan escaping from her mouth. A drip of sweat falling from her face onto mine.
Her eyes staring into space, her face tightening. Her body curving inward. A different grinding motion in her hips. Stillness, and her body quivering. Suddenly, stopping. Her body relaxing, breath escaping. Opening her eyes, refocusing. Falling downwards, nestling against my neck. Rolling sideways, pulling me over, my cock exiting. Grabbing a cover, pulling it over us, grabbing a pillow, putting her head on it next to me.
Silence. Just the two of us and the sound of our breathing and a deep secret shared.
