Such A Cold Winter Night

Such a cold Winter night. I scamper from my hot bath, a large towel wrapped around me, into the bedroom. You're lying under the covers, your shoulders exposed. I'm pretty certain you're naked for more than your shoulders... naked all over. I know you went there after your shower. We're both sparkling clean, and I've made the bed earlier, with soft cotton, freshly laundered sheets. I look at you and you look at me. Blue eyes sparkling at blue eyes, and matching smiles.

I step onto the stepstool next to the rather tall-for-me bed, and my towel drops. Although I'm facing away from you, the heat of your gaze on my smooth white back and round buttocks, ( a view you like) warms me. My skin gets rosy as my nipples rise and tighten. I tease you a little when I bend forward, as I climb under the covers, still facing away from you. Then, inside the covers, feeling your heat radiating from you, I turn around. I face you with your open arms, an invitation I can't resist, and open mine to you. We are drawn to each other, magnetized.

It's very much like the day we first met, that instant strong attraction, the twinkling eyes, that powerful magnetic hug, an irresistible naughty smile. It was hard to let go. But now we're in bed together, and we don't have to let go. We're pressed totally into each other, where we belong, yet we keep on pressing. It's like trying to meld our atoms. Any harder pressing, and we'd probably just pass into and through each other. We're so happy, we laugh with the joy.

After we laugh, we get quiet, searching each other's face. Your lips dip down, searching for mine. Slowly your lips start to to taste mine, as you search. My own lips are hot and parted, seeking you back. We explore each other softly at first, tasting sweetness and warmth. The heat increases and you nuzzle your lips against my neck. I feel a liquid release inside as you melt me. You've gathered me into your body and my hand reaches down to touch the source of your heat., my arm the perfect length to reach you. I wrap my fingers around that smooth silken column, as you suddenly move one of your hands and surprise a nipple with a tweak. I catch my breath, and moan "more". "More" I say again, and I get more. I love your "more".

My hand is still holding on to your column. I love touching it. I love stroking it. I play with it, my favorite toy. There's a deep growl coming out of your throat now, and you press me onto my back, stroking the connection of my legs, to tease them into opening into your hand. I do so gladly, eagerly, one leg bent at the knee. I feel my opening, blossoming, flowering open to your hand, that exploring hand, that magic hand. It finds the open path and plays with the little marker, atop. I'm moaning, "More, more please."

And you do please. You find me liquified, and you tease it out from deep inside to every slippery part. I can't help moving, lifting myself, my hips, and offering all that I have, all that I am, to you. I no longer know what exactly I'm saying, but it's all pleasure, all explosion, after explosion. A cascade of pleasure.

But I also want, need, to share. To give you pleasure. I ask to suck you, and with another deep throated growl, you say "Yes, suck me."

I bend into a curve, still playing, still feeling, still stroking you. I'm sliding my small hand on your growing but silky cock, that wonderful skin sliding up and down. I like seeing it, but I love giving the tip a kiss and an exploring touch with my lips, my mouth. Finally, I start to suck it, as my hand still plays and slides. My lips press tight around the head of it, and my mouth starts moving up and down, together with my hand. I so enjoy doing this, kind of humming in pleasure. Maybe I'm also talking, but no longer have any idea of what I'm saying, or what you're hearing. Besides, my mouth is so full, as I feel you respond with thickening and twitching, jerking wildly in my mouth.

You're breathing faster and your hips move it at your rhythm... up and down, up and down. Not sure who's in charge of the moving, or anything, anymore. It has a life of its own and we're both along for the ride. I hear you sort of talking or just making your own sounds of pleasure. So am I.

Suddenly I feel a movement rush through from deep within you, and then, then, I feel a release, a gush of your pleasure, spurt into my mouth. You're moaning, and I think it comes straight from that delicious cock that I just sucked.

We lie still, our breathing quiets. You have a hand touching me near my hip, stroking me gently. My lips are still on your cock, softly nursing on it. When I move off, there's a little string of your cum that follows my lips.

We are so lucky that we found each other, that we have each other. Actually it's amazing that we have, at this later chapter of our lives, been gifted with a miracle.

"The world's oldest teenagers", you say. And we both smile.