Crazy From The Heat 1

There was something special about the warmth of her body that Christopher found addictive. Whether that was the feeling of her inviting mouth as her lips closed around his cock; plunging deep into her sex; or sliding snugly into her tight arse, he simply could not get enough.

It's the sort of heat that you simply cannot replicate with a hand or a toy. Even though they are lots of fun in themselves, and can sometimes be more fun, they just don't have that same feel that you only get from being inside another person's body.

The holiday was just what they both needed: a private villa in the Tuscan mountains meant that they could finally switch off and get the rest they so desperately needed. As they weren't overlooked, it also allowed them to spend a good amount of the day with little or no clothing.

That morning they had been in the pool and, after a cold shower, they both slipped between the sheets of the bed in the pool house. He reached out to stroke Erica's full breasts, finding her flesh cold to the touch.

Her nipples hardened in reaction to his touch as he traced a line down her stomach with his other hand, seeking his real goal. Running his fingers through her neatly trimmed pubic hair, her body was still cold to the touch, yet, as he dipped between her legs, the heat was tremendous.

The contrast between her cool thighs and her burning labia made his already hard cock twitch in anticipation, but it would have to wait for now as he needed to taste her first.

Chris pushed her thighs apart, slipping his shoulders under her legs, and positioned himself so his mouth was just centimetres away from her flushed pussy. He leant forward and parted her lips with his tongue. Erica shivered as he probed deeper and when he slid his hands back up to her still cool nipples he discovered they were now hard as stone.

Erica's body arched as she pushed against his face and she instinctively squeezed her thighs together, locking him in place.

He curled his tongue under her hard clit and drew it into his mouth eliciting an "Oh fuck!" from Erica. He smiled and paused for a second. "Not yet, but you'll get your wish soon enough ..." -- his words tailed off as he leant back in and sucked harder on her clit.

Her breath was now coming in short jagged bursts and Chris knew she wouldn't be far off now so, taking one hand from her breast, he reached beneath her hips, finding her soaked centre and pushing two fingers in as far they would go. Curling his fingers, he doubled down on her clit, pressing his tongue flat against it as he sucked.

Every breath that escaped her body was now accompanied by a guttural moan and her body seemed to crackle with electricity all stemming from her centre. She gripped the sheets with one hand and the fingers on the other grasped at his hair, desperately trying to pull him in closer.

He kept the relentless pace with his fingers, feeling the heat build deep inside her. As every muscle in her body started to contract, he held still, pressing hit tongue flat on her clit and his fingers curled to find that special spot just inside and for just one moment there was silence.

Her orgasm hit hard, her body spasming and, as it did, he sucked hard on her clit while keeping his fingers buried as deep as they would go. Her face contorted as her climax set fire to every nerve ending in her body. She would have screamed but the force of her release had taken all the breath from her body and her limbs flailed on the bed while her nectar soaked into his beard, but he didn't stop until she physically pushed him away.

He looked up at her, smiling and watching her flushed chest rise and fall raggedly. Every ten seconds or so she would twitch with every aftershock or her orgasm.

Her eyes opened and she looked down at his face, glistening with evidence of her pleasure. "Fuck, Chris! That was incredible! Look at me, I'm a mess!" - her voice cracked.

"You're welcome," he replied. "And there's nothing wrong with looking a mess, you look incredible!" Chris sat up and knelt between her legs. Lying there in that post-orgasm glow that women seem to pull off so well, Erica looked effortlessly stunning as always. She'd really caught the sun, not only giving her a healthy tan, but it had also lightened her auburn hair slightly which made her usually pale skin look even darker.

Age had softened her curves yet she still had a figure that would be the envy of women ten years younger. Now in her fifties, Erica had rediscovered her sexuality after she met Chris. He'd helped her explore her fantasies and what she'd previously thought taboo, and his patience with her had allowed her to flourish.

Chris adored Erica and still pinched himself that he'd that he was lucky enough to be with her. Not that he was unattractive himself; he looked after himself and was proud of his body. People always told him that his eyes were so blue that they almost appeared grey.

Over the past year, patches of grey had started to appear in his beard, and strands of silver mixed with his shaggy dark hair. Erica often commented that he was catching her up in age, even though he was less than three years younger than her anyway.

As he cast his eyes over her body, gleaming with a sheen of sweat now, his gaze stopped on Erica's still engorged pussy lips, which caused Chris's cock to give another twitch, as if reminding him that it still had unfinished business. It throbbed in time with his heartbeat and a long rope of precum hung from the tip before falling to the sheets between them. He instinctively reached down and began to slowly stroke it.

She stared hungrily at the sight above her and, while her breathing was still a little ragged, her composure had returned.

Erica adored Chris' cock and had done since the first time she set eyes on it. It wasn't cut, but when it was hard, the foreskin retracted over the tip almost as if the head was trying to push its way out without help. The best part though, was that the person attached to the end of it really knew how to use it.

She'd had other lovers, but Erica had never been as well fucked as she had with Chris; he seemed to instinctively know when to be tender and when to piston into her (and everything in between). Right now, though, she wanted that cock inside her even though the glow of her orgasm hadn't quite subsided.

"You'd better be ready to put that thing to good use!" - she almost snarled the words, her eyes never leaving his cock, which was pulsing with each beat of his heart.

Erica rolled onto her front and raised herself onto all fours, presenting herself to him. It was an offer he couldn't refuse and, cock in hand, he moved closer.

As Chris got in touching distance, he dragged his dripping rod up and down the length of her slit, parting her lips, but not actually penetrating her. They both sighed in unison as their flesh met.

Lining himself up, he released the grip on his cock and reached to her hips. He thought he'd like to tease and make her wait, but she must have sensed this and pushed back against him impatiently.

His hips pushed forward involuntarily and his cock sank to the hilt, the heat of her body engulfing him. He emitted a mixture of a breath and a groan as he bottomed out and he grabbed her hips, keeping her impaled on his shaft.

She sank to her elbows, sighing now that she felt filled. This changed the angle and applied more pressure on the head of his dick, and Chris felt he might cum right there and then if he wasn't careful. He steadied himself and then, ever so slowly, began to withdraw. He felt every ridge and bump of her pussy walls as he dragged his cock almost all the way out.

Now he was in control of both of their movements he simultaneously pulled on her hips and pushed forward again, deep enough to feel his balls touch her clit.

He slowly pulled out again, but this time didn't pause and thrust himself in with a speed and force that took her by surprise. She let out an audible "Oof!" as he did and her body shuddered as waves of pleasure radiated from her core.

Chris now found a rhythm; sometimes pulling all the way out, sometimes only halfway, but always with an agonisingly slow and determined pace. He wasn't sure how long he would last as he was painfully aroused. He withdrew completely, raising a disappointed mewl from Erica, which quickly changed to a loud moan of pleasure as she felt his tongue press against her anus and his fingers find her clit once more.

Erica took a sharp breath in as his tongue probed a little harder, the pleasure coming from this combined with the pressure on her clit was almost overwhelming and she sank into the mattress.

He lifted his head and in a gravelly voice, more from his arousal than intention, said "It's time for you to cum; I'm going to fuck you until you beg me to stop."

"Fuck me," Erica growled again. "Fuck me now! And don't stop again until you cum; I want your seed in me."

Chris needed no more invitation than that. Lining himself up again, he pushed into Erica's dripping pussy once more, and the heat of her body soaked through his cock. This time, he pressed his thumb against the knotted ring of her arse and waited for her body to allow him access.

Erica reached between them to tickle both his balls and her clit every time he was deep enough.

Chris quickened his pace and a sheen of sweat now covered both of their bodies. Her hands on his balls extracted a ragged inhale from him and Erica uttered a single word every time he thrust into her - "Oh ... God! ... Fuck! ... Yes! ... Keep ... Fucking ... Me ... Don't ... Fucking ... Stop!" - neither of them really conscious of their actions any more. They were now driven pure lust and the craving for release.

Now rubbing furiously at her clit, Erica felt her orgasm begin to rise and Chris sensed it, increasing the pressure with his thumb until her body finally allowed it access.

That extra pressure tipped her over the edge and Erica's orgasm exploded through her body. She cried out with the force of her release and her legs buckled. The force of her pelvic muscles contracting around his cock triggered Chris's own orgasm and he erupted, sending wave after wave of semen deep within her womb, crying out with the release.

The both stilled, breathless, and he gingerly withdrew his deflating cock from her pussy and removed his thumb from her arse, causing yet another involuntary tremble from Erica's prone body and a bead of cum to dribble out from between her swollen lips. He scooped it off the sheets with his fingers and brought them to his mouth to taste.

The flavour of their combined juices, along with the musky scent of her on his thumb made his semi-hard cock gave one last jump in response, the last bit of his cum drooling from the tip as it did. He loved the smell of their combined arousal.

"Want some?" Chris held out his hand and offered his fingers to her. Erica greedily sucked the remainder from his fingers and rolled onto her back. She scooped another load that had started to drip from her still sensitive pussy, and licked her fingers clean once more.

"Save some for me," he said as he curled up beside her. She offered him her glistening fingers and he eagerly accepted them.

A breeze had started, causing their sweat covered skin to rash with goosepimples, and so he grabbed the sheet and pulled it up to cover their bodies.

She reached down and gave his balls a loving squeeze before leaning in for a long and languorous kiss.

"It's getting cold now," she shivered against him. "Know any other good ways to warm me up?"