My favorite position is seeing any part of myself touching Tee while we make love. My hands on her shoulders, my knee on her thigh, my cock sliding slowly on the back of her lace-pantied ass, or best of all resting happily in her ample cleavage. I guess because of the association of intense feelings and friction of my penis during most of these activities, it's understandable why it is so arousing when I have it anywhere near her, or touching her. Having it pushed into her mouth is something I think about more than I probably should.
Often enough, she is not really in the mood for straight sex, or sex at all perhaps. We've been together for long enough to know each others cues, and I know when she's not wanting any (which seems to be much of the time) just like she knows when I am wanting some, which is at least of an inverse proportion. Either way, her awareness of my interest does not get me any great distance further to the amount I would hope for, but what else is new in the history of mankind? After an especially arousing encounter, I'll be consumed with desire for a week after, but instead of pushing my cock thru those lush soft tits again the next day, I am sadly reduced to reading porn and rubbing one out to some random paizuri video to keep my brain screwed into place for the rest of the week.
So, as I said I prefer to enjoy our intimate time together in more visual pursuits. Working from foreplay, nuzzling Tee's tits in my face, stroking her ass, we can pretty quickly move to her sitting up and pulling a small vibrator from her drawer. She has two - there's the little gem that's the size of a lipstick holder in the bedside table, very convenient and versatile. Then there's the more substantial friend up in the closet, more moving parts and larger; I have not compared directly but seems to be about my size. My read is that grabbing the little one is a nod to the fact that she may not want me inside her for whatever reason, or that she needs some additional stimulation, or that this is her way of absorbing the moment to satisfy what she needs, all of which are fine with me. I'm just charged up with anticipation to be moving towards some yet to be determined intimacy.
My first choice if she is so inclined: Going down on her. It is exceptionally erotic and her taste is, well, exquisite. It's a cliche sure, but when my tongue and lips work their way from her thighs or navel to be finally on her, the kissing, pushing, and rubbing her with my fingers at the same time release her inner fragrance and I start to salivate. Profusely.
Any panties that may have been on earlier come off her quick enough, and with the itty-bitty vibrator just slightly in my way, I am kissing and nipping with my tongue on the non-occupied side of her clit - rubbing faster on her lips and occasionally pushing my fingers into her, with a gasp or a moan that makes me go yet faster. My free hand reaches under her top to slowly knead her voluptuous breast, and I circle her nipple with my finger. Keeping my fingers on this lovely moment, I stretch my thumb to pull in the other breast to its mate, and I handle both of her beauties with a single hand, fingers and thumb planted firmly on the nipples. When I pull down slightly I feel their fullness in my hand, then pushing in slightly I feel them spread beneath my touch, the edges of the breast swelling up to nudge my fingers from the sides with their expanding flesh.
I am hard, and laying face down on the bed my member pushes into the mattress and covers. I move my fingers up and down her pussy, speeding up over the minutes, rubbing on her full and flush and slick, my tongue digging softly into her clitoris. The vibrator may have been discarded by this point to some random place in the covers, or if Tee's feeling the need it is still an active participant. I put my fingers in my mouth, pushing out some generous spit, then push back into her warmth with my fingertips, slippery with new wetness. Faster, faster, more moaning, I am hard and focused on her pleasure, my lips brushing her pussy and lips. My mouth and cheeks are getting wetter while I mouth her and stroke my fingers like mad, moving up and down her at a pretissimo pace, my tongue keeping contact with the tiny head of her clit the whole time. I know her moans and shivers, and when it's time, I go even faster, locking my lips on her whole pussy, tongue pushing into her vagina, fingers crazily stroking and her body tensing while I pinch a nipple lightly, tugging it slowly and pushing the heel of my hand into the side of her breast.
Tee has a wracking, shuddering release, and I press my face into her, closing my eyes and breathing her orgasm into me. My hand has completely wrapped around her breast, pushing the expanding the flesh between my fingers slightly at first then more as I press into it - this is for me the most erotic moment of the whole act, feeling her nipple hardened on the face of my palm, the curve of her high breast pushing against my fingertips, and her body softly tensing and relaxing as the orgasm works thru her body.
In the times when she pleasures herself and I watch, she always continues to rub her soft lips after she comes, so I do the same now, gently touching her. It's still slick, the sides of her pussy, wetted by my tongue and slippery and warm, my fingers rest easily on her as I pull away my face and rest it on her thigh. I enjoy this all so much, I cannot fathom how she doesn't take advantage of the fact that I would gladly do this to/for her everyday for the rest of my life with no questions asked. I certainly would take her up on a reciprocal arrangement.
As Tee breathes softly, I watch her body, her stomach and breasts slightly rising with each breath, and eye her bush with a renewed acquaintance, running my fingers lightly on the top hairline. The moment stretches out for me, as I relax and start to imagine what possibilities there are over the next moments and minutes. She's satisfied, and relaxed. She's been worked over and then some, and me, as hard as I try to put it into terms that aren't vulgar, I've paid forward and now my body crackles like it's lit with electrical charges as I think about making something happen for a reciprocation. The license to do this is strangely affected by the act we just went thru, experiencing her body so intimately and thoroughly I believe frees me up to approach her with a greater freedom to explore my desire of her body. Translation: as I lay there I imagine all the things I would like to experience with her and the odds of my going thru with it increase mightily.