Carol playing with the hairs on my chest. Hey baby, you must think I’m wanton, I’m not normally, just you do something to me. Kissing my shoulder. And I’ve got years and years to make up. Another kiss. And I’ve got my time of month coming up, it always makes me a bit batty, feel like a coiled spring, I guess you felt that. Smiling. I hope I wasn’t too strong down there, you know, my juices, the smells.
Carol propping her head on one arm, looking into my eyes. Okay, well it’s your turn now, you’re going to have to lie back while I get to know your smells too.
Moving down the bed, straight to my cock, holding it in her hand, stroking hardness back into it. Touching it with her tongue, taking it into her mouth.
My hand reaching down to her hip, pulling it round. Her body sensing my want, repositioning itself, kneeling up. My fingers stroking her bottom, touching her crack. Her body responding again, parting her cheeks, inviting my hand. My fingertips gently touching her sphincter. A soft agreeing murmur from her.
My cock hard in her mouth. Her tongue playing with its tip. My finger probing a millimeter into her centre, feeling the tightness, delicious combination of resistance and surrender. The afternoon sunlight slantwise though the window.
Speaking to her, my voice coming out hoarse, hey honey, if you carry on doing that you’re going to get something big in your mouth. Soft muffled response, mmmm. Her tongue and hand continuing their expert motions.
My turn to fall down the vortex. A sudden sense of inevitability, no stopping now, keep going honey. Final moment of silence, a catapult being drawn back. Then the spasm, my body arching, driving into her mouth. Tightened muscles, fluids voiding in a pulsing gush.
The storm abating. Falling back on the bed, exhausted. Carol’s mouth still round my cock, waiting to be sure I’ve finished, a true lover’s touch. Finally, pulling away, gulping, climbing back to my side, nestling against me again.
