Following brunch, you have opted for a special dessert by once again sucking on my cock, this time bringing me to a sweet explosion in your loving mouth. Instead of dampening my lustful urges for you, this only serves as a springboard for a first time, rough and tumble bout of anal sex. Now, as the afternoon sun starts to set, you are probably thinking that our relationship can’t get any better (or hotter) than it already is. But about that, you couldn’t be more wrong.
* * * * *
It’s later now; from the amount of darkness in the room it must be late afternoon. My mind lurches with a mental vertigo that is common for me when I awake from a hard nap. The warmth of your body snuggled against mine brings me back to here and now. The earlier events of the day begin to roll through my mind; a highlight reel of lust and love that quickens my pulse as I relive it.
You moan softly in your sleep. Your head thrashes on the pillow and your legs tense, your bottom urgent against my loins. A moment later you relax, burrowing deeper into the blankets. My hand is trapped neatly between your cushy breasts and your heart beats a quiet tom-tom on the tips of my fingers. I raise my head up to gaze at you in the waning light.
The waning sunlight is harsh as it bathes your face. Casting you in its cold relief, there’s no hiding the lines and marks of care that living has chiseled on you. But through it all, your face retains softness and a child-like quality that I find most endearing. In repose, you look now much as you must have looked as a child. Sweet, gentle and very, very lovely.
I love to watch you sleep. I don’t think I could explain to you the comfortable feeling I get when I see you at rest like this, your body spooned with mine, the warmth of your skin radiating through me like the summer sun. It’s only at times like this that I can truly relax, knowing that you’re safe and we’re together, and that, for this moment at least, all is right with the world.
I lower my head and kiss you on the cheek. I linger there, breathing in your natural perfume. Your scent reminds me of a gardenia, subtle yet powerful, and laced with promise. Your eyelids flicker and you stir. For a few seconds, you struggle with the same sense of disorientation as I had. Then, your arm tightens around mine and your body lengthens in a contented stretch.
“Mmmm,” you hum softly. This is followed almost immediately by a groan. “Ohhh my God!” You wince as the muscles in the back of your thighs and buttocks clench. You turn your head enough to look at me, your eyes a question. “My memory seems to be failing me. Was I hit by a truck earlier today?”
I chuckle, sliding my hand down to caress your soft flank. “No,” I reply, “but I guess you could say you took a couple of heavy loads.”
“Ooooh,” you groan again. “Wide loads are more like it.” You roll onto your stomach, your ass cheeks quivering under my hand. “God, I’m not sure I can walk and I don’t even want to think about sitting right now.”
“Awww,” I can’t help the grin that splits my face. “What’s the matter? Did horsey play a little too rough for you?”
Your answering chuckle has a serrated edge to it. “Look, Pocahontas. I’ve got a friend named Leroy who’d be glad to bend you over a sofa and play tonsil-hockey from the
back
side, so be nice.”
I manage a bad lisp. “Oh, you are such a tease!” You groan once more, lowering your face into the pillow. I stare at you for a few seconds and when I speak again, my voice is quiet and serious. “You know, for a moment there, I thought I’d really hurt you.”
You lift your head and the darkness prevents me from reading your expression. Finally, you say, “For a moment, you did. But once you were inside me and I was able to relax a little, it felt good. Really good. And then when you pulled my hair…I don’t know that I’ve ever had an orgasm like that. It was like a series of fireworks, exploding one after the other, draining all the energy from me. It felt wonderful. But now…”
“Maybe,” I lean down and run my tongue around your earlobe, “you just need a little more practice and then you won’t be so sore afterwards.”
“Hmmm.” I take that as a yes and continue bussing your ear, alternately sucking and licking the tender lobe. Your stomach issues a low rumble and I stop.
“Oh, shit,” you say.
“Not likely,” I answer and we both laugh. When we’re both under control again, I continue, “Last time it was my stomach announcing meal time and now it’s yours. Fitting, no?”
“No! Not when I have to make it.” Your voice turns pleading. “You’re not going to hold me to that, are you?”
“Yes, I am. But I do think a quick shower is in order first. Deal?”
“Deal. Now, if you’ll just pick me up and carry me to the shower…”
“Not on your tin-type, young lady.” I throw the covers back and give your ass a quick kiss before rolling off the bed. “Last one there loses out on the hot water!” With that, I pad quickly into the bathroom.
The deliciously hot water is coursing over me when I feel the rush of cool air as you open the door. “Hey, slowpoke!” I growl. “Don’t let all the warm air out!” You say nothing but the door shuts, trapping the steam inside with us. As I begin lathering my hair, the curtain parts and you step into the shower. I feel something cold and hard press against my butt cheeks.
“Bend over.”
“No way, baby.” My eyes are closed and I’m not sure what you’ve got aimed at my bottom. “We had this conversation before. My asshole is a dick-free zone, remember?”
“Yeah, but I want you to know what it feels like.” Your fingers spread my cheeks and there is a sudden, sharp stab at my anus.
“Oww!” I turn quickly, opening my eyes. You step back, laughing. In your hand is a plastic bottle. I stare at you, wincing as the shampoo runs unheeded into my eyes. “You’re going to fuck me with a bottle of shower gel?”
“Oh, you big baby.” You open the bottle and squirt gel onto your hand. “This bottle top isn’t half as big as what you shoved into my ass. C’mere, you big wuss.” You start soaping my cock and balls with the gel. I lean my head back and rinse the remaining shampoo from my hair and face.
