"No problem," I assured him as I stroked his now fully hard cock a bit more firmly.
He rolled towards me and his lips found my hard nipples with unerring accuracy. I moaned low in my throat. My nipples were tender anyway, so it didn't take much for me to find that perfect balance between pain and pleasure. Peter motioned for me to roll over to my other side. He spooned me, curling his body around mine, and his clever fingers found my breasts. After rolling my nipple between his forefinger and thumb for a little while, his hand caressed down my chest, over my belly, to my waiting mound.
As wet and ready as I was, his cock had no trouble finding and filling my hungry pussy from behind. He thrust it in and held it there as his fingers once more played with my turgid nipples. I wanted to move, to force him to work his cock in and out within me, but from this position, I had nowhere to go. After a few minutes, he pulled out and thrust back in. Finally, I thought. He's going to give me what I really want. But, alas, he again just held it there while he played with my breasts some more.
"If you want more, you're going to have to get on top," Peter whispered in my ear.
"But if I do that," I groaned, "I'll have to be separated from you."
"Just for a moment," he assured me.
As soon as I pulled ever so slightly away from him to mount him, he flipped over to his back. In a moment, I was on top of him, impaling his hard, throbbing shaft deep into my welcoming cunt. I leaned forward, arching my back so he could give my nipples some more of the attention they craved. My juices poured down his cock, and my throbbing clit rubbed against his groin. His mouth suckled my breasts, first one, then the other, creating a delicious, pleasurable pain that swept through my body all the way down to my pussy. With a hoarse scream, I came, my dripping wet cunt grasping his cock, my juices dripping down his shaft and balls.
"Get on your knees," Peter tenderly, but unmistakably, commanded. I obeyed, and I gasped with renewed pleasure as I felt his thick, throbbing dick enter my tight wet hole. His balls slapped my ultra-sensitive clit with each thrust, and the bulbous head on the end of his shaft rubbed my g-spot. I could feel myself building to another orgasm. He thrust harder, his hands grabbing my hips, holding them in place for his insistent pounding. As he neared his climax, I could feel him get bigger and bigger inside of me, stretching me. My legs were trembling beneath me and I was panting with the sensations his cock was sparking off inside of me. I threw my head back as this second, vicious orgasm ripped through me, tearing out with a scream of incredibly intense pleasure.
A moment later, I felt my husband tense up behind me as he buried his cock in me as deep as it could go. With a yell he exploded inside of me, shooting his seed deep into my cunt. As he came, he rammed his cock in hard and deep, holding it inside while his cum spewed out. Our juices were dripping down the insides of my thighs, creating small puddles on the bed.
Finally, he pulled out, and I collapsed on the bed, exhausted, tingling and completely sated. He returned a few minutes later with a warm wash cloth. He wiped away the evidence of our early morning lovemaking. When he finally got back into bed, I curled up behind him and we started to go back to sleep. Except for our still labored breathing, the room was quiet and dark.
