I was glad Aaron and I had finally managed to get this time together. As I snuggled close against him and rested my head on his shoulder, I thought that there could be no better place to be than this. I looked up at him to tell him how happy I was and caught him staring at me.
"What?" I asked him, a bemused smile on my face.
With a smile of his own, Aaron replied, "Just looking at the most beautiful woman in the world and thinking how lucky I am that she loves me."
"I'd say we're both pretty lucky," and our mouths met in another kiss, this one much gentler than earlier, a sweet meeting of hearts and souls; I'd swear our souls touched as we kissed. Aaron's hands roamed down my body, leaving little fires of arousal in their wake, all without our lips ever separating. We lay together, facing each other, hands casually touching skin, caressing skin both soft and smooth and roughened slightly with hair. As his hand found my bare mound, I moaned into his mouth, pushing my hips into his hand. As a thick finger slipped in between the folds, I spread my legs, draping my top leg over his flank, silently begging for more.
To my intense frustration, he pulled his hand away, once more letting it meander over my body. With a gentle push against my shoulder, he bid me to roll to my back. Now it was my turn to be worshipped. Aaron kissed me again, then wriggled down the bed and lifted my foot to his mouth. He sucked my toe into his hot mouth, nearly making me jump with the sensation. Eyes locked on mine, he sucked each toe in turn, each ministration a new erotic experience unlike anything I'd ever had before. I tried to keep my eyes on his, but I could only grab the bedspread with both hands and thrash my head back and forth as the intensity of the feelings threatened to overwhelm me. It was almost a relief when he left my toes to attend to my feet.
His hands and mouth were everywhere, loving each and every part of my body - from the scar on my shin I'd gotten when I was a teenager to the heart-shaped remnant from the birth of my first child. The mole under my breast received the same loving attention, as did the surgery scar and each and every faded stretch mark. Aaron's single-minded focus alone showed that he didn't need a barely legal slut to satisfy his desires; he could appreciate a woman who'd gone a few rounds with life and was still vibrant, lusty, and adventurous.
He kissed the spot where hip meets groin, making me beg shamelessly for him to eat me. But no. He moved up my body, giving that same intense focus to my breasts. Oh fuck! He sucked and played with my breasts like a man deprived. Taking a full globe in his hand, he massaged the softness, bringing the nipple to his mouth. He sucked it hard, then took the tip between his teeth, biting just a little harder than is comfortable, and flicking the tip with his tongue. I grabbed his head in a silent demand for "More!" "Oh god, yes, baby!" I gasped. "Suck it like you mean it!" I didn't need to ask twice; Aaron sucked my breast to the point of intense, pleasurable pain. In silent entreaty, I brought the other nipple to his attention, and he devoured that breast with the same near-desperate hunger.
Holding him to me, I kissed him everywhere I could reach - his cheeks, his forehead, his ears, his eyelids, his temples - whispering how much I love him in between kisses. He left my breast long enough to say, "I love you so much, sweetheart" before kissing me deeply, with the same passion he'd given my breasts.
He left my breasts and kissed down my body, taking a moment to dip his tongue into my belly button before kissing the silky skin of my mound. Aaron slid back down between my legs, grabbing my ankles and pushing them up towards my head. Then he nestled down to feast on my pussy. With the first touch of his hot tongue on my lips, I wriggled, my hips arching upwards. His breath teased my throbbing clit, and I whimpered a little, a faint, "Please..." on my lips. Ignoring my whispered plea, Aaron placed a trail of kisses across my mound, moving over to the other labia, kissing and nibbling the flesh. This time, my plea was louder: "Fuck, honey! Please! Please eat me!" And I moved to grab his head, placing it where I wanted it.
He pulled his head away slightly, looking up at me over my wet cunt. "Grab your ankles, and don't let go."
Mutely, I did as he commanded, hoping my obedience would dispose him to give me what I needed. His mouth descended on my pussy, and he was as ravenous on my pussy as I'd been on his cock. Pursing his lips, he gently sucked on the head peeking out from its hood, enticing it to full, throbbing engorgement. My hips came up off the bed, my head thrashing back and forth. His tongue thrust deeply into my slit lapping up the juices flowing copiously from my body. Slowly he brought me higher and higher to the precipice of the orgasm dangling just beyond my consciousness. Then, with a last, long lap, he pulled back from my needy cunt, sitting on his heels and just staring at me while stroking his thick cock. I looked up at him with confused desperation, but I know that begging and pleading would get me nowhere with Aaron.
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Dear god, I was close to coming right then and there. Kat's juicy pussy was so sexy, spread open before me, her hands wrapped around slender ankles, legs extended wide to each side. A flush mottled her creamy skin, her eyes reflecting both confusion and arousal. Looking at my hand stroking my throbbing prick, she licked her lips, eyes darting between my hand and my eyes. Her sweet snatch was flushed and wet. I knew what she wanted, but I wanted to make her feel my dominance a bit longer. I slipped off the bed, silent agony tearing through me at leaving her for even a moment. Walking over to my bag in the closet, I reached in and grabbed two lengths of rope. Returning to the bed, I guided Kat's hands under her knees and tied each to the headboard, effectively binding her hands and legs, both spread wide, her lush body open to whatever I wanted to do to it.
All I wanted now was to feel her tight pussy surrounding the girth of my cock. Bracing my hands on either side of her shoulders and my knees on the bed, I thrust into my lady hard, ramming her up the bed. She screamed her pleasure, and I could tell she was frustrated at not being able to touch me. Her sheath was hot and tight, dripping wet and grasping my length. As I pulled out, her cunt let me go with a sucking sound before I thrust it back into her again. Again, I pulled it out, letting it rest at the opening of her slit, teasing her. "Oh, please, Aaron. I need it. Please give it to me!"
With another hard thrust, I sank into Kat, burying myself up to my swollen balls. "Oh gawd yes!" she yelled, hips straining to meet mine. I was relentless in my pounding, skin smacking as I drove us both higher to the pleasure that awaited us. My bulbous head teased the sensitive bundle of nerves high and deep in her love canal, and my goddess rewarded me with a fresh flow of hot juices that bathed my balls and flowed down over her pucker.
Kat was mindless, desperate to come. Her head thrashed back and forth, and she strained against her bonds, sweat sheening her skin and the muscles flexing in her arms and legs. Still, I kept on with my pounding, ramming into her, barely conscious of the bruises my hips were leaving on the insides of her thighs. My arms were beginning to quiver with the effort to brace myself, and the come was boiling hot in my swollen sack, aching to explode out of me. One, two, three more thrusts brought Kat to the orgasm she was craving, and as her cunt grasped my cock, she screamed as wave upon wave of pleasure swamped her. Her tightness around my shaft sent me over the edge to my own orgasm, and her pussy milked the come from my balls, draining me as I pushed into her, the contractions of her walls echoing the throbbing of my member.
Spent and exhausted though I was, I sat back on my heels, still winded, to admire my lady. Her skin was flushed, her lips slightly parted as she panted in the aftermath of her pleasure. Her eyes were shut, thick black lashes casting shadows on her silky skin. Kat's skin glistened with perspiration, and her red pussy was stretched from our lovemaking, a mixture of our juices draining from the sweet hole. Reaching out, I caressed the backs of her thighs, grabbing the ropes and freeing her from her bindings. With a sleepy smile, Kat stretched and reached towards me, welcoming me to her arms.
I crawled up the bed and grabbed her in my arms, holding her closely. She gave me sleepy kisses - nothing hot or deep, just light and sweet. I lay down, gathering her closer, and she snuggled in, her head resting on my shoulder. Soon, her soft breathing evened out and her body relaxed against mine completely.
