When she was done, I picked another fresh towel and dried her off in similar fashion. When I got to her pubic area, she shuddered and I could smell the rising musk. I slipped a finger through the curly, shiny hairs and parted her slit. Pressing the finger inside her crack, I felt the different kind of moisture, slick like liquid silk. My finger moved in easily, onto her clit. She moaned. I stood up, keeping my finger on her button. She pressed hard against me, and we kissed.
Tracy stepped back. Reaching down, she took my hand and led me toward the bedroom.
With the hungriest, most submissive look I've ever seen, she lowered herself onto the duvet. I took a step toward her. Her hands moved up to her breasts and gave them a deep, luscious, lascivious fondle. She took both nipples between thumbs and forefingers and pinched. She continued to fondle her breasts with her left hand while the right one moved down into her pussy. She rubbed her own clit, occasionally dipping a finger or two into her vagina. She writhed and wriggled on the bed, making noises that if anything made me even harder and more agitated.
Moving close to her, I put my hand around my cock and began to stroke it. She looked at it like a junkie looks at his needle, freshly filled with China White. I blew her a kiss. She returned it. I dropped my knee down onto the bed between her feet. I bent over and kissed her ankle. I kissed my way to her knee, then dropped down and started up the other leg. She was now fingering herself harder, getting wetter and wetter.
"Oh yeah, fuck me, baby."
I kissed her thigh up closer and closer to her pussy. I smoothed her hair out of the way and lowered my head. I sucked her clit into my mouth and licked it and sucked it and worked it around with my lips. She was burning. I ran my tongue down her slit into the first inch of her hot, steamy vagina. I moved back up to her clit and licked and sucked it harder and harder. She was playing with both nipples, squeezing and pinching harder. She squeezed her tits hard and moaned and writhed like a bug pinned to a piece of cardboard. I licked and sucked and lost all sense of me. I was part of her, part of her heat, part of her orgasm. She came. And she came again, and then once more.
I moved up over her. She looked drunk, blitzed. She was jerking gently, shuddering. I hovered over her, the head of my cock barely pressing into the opening of her vagina. Her eyes glazed over as her legs wrapped around me, and pulled me into her. I pushed hard and went all the way in to the hilt. It was the most wonderful feeling I'd ever had. Just as I reached full depth she grabbed he and held on hard, cumming again. I pressed hard and held the depth. I daren't move. She leveled off and relaxed somewhat. I pulled my cock back out to the doorway to heaven and then plunged slowly in again, all the way. Back out and in again. We fucked like this, slow and hard and deep for what seemed an eternity. The urgency of pushing my dick into her got greater. I fucked her harder and faster. She spread her legs farther and looked in my eyes.
"That's it baby. Give it to me. Fuck me. Cum for me."
I did. It was amazing. I hadn't cum so much in decades. I pushed hard and deep into her. She clutched at me, holding on, building up the bond we'd forged in this passionate heat. I could feel her shudder, cumming again, under me as I spent the last of my semen. I was dry. She was drenched.
I rolled off of her, breathing hard, sweating. She propped herself up on one elbow, smiling sweetly. She sat up straight, then dropped her head toward my crotch. She licked and sucked my cock, seemingly savoring the blending of our flavors. Then she crawled up my side, pressing her sweet, soft skin along the length of me. I turned my head to her, and softly kissed her lips.
"Now you can say it," she said.
"I love you."
