And I found that the feel and smell of her responses were in turn exciting me, and that my cock was responding strongly.
Her climax wasn't earth-shattering, but I got the feeling that because it was so unexpected it was all the more satisfying for her and we stayed cuddling each other beneath the spray for a while before stepping out and drying each other off. As we'd held each other close she must have felt the thickened length of my cock pressing against her thigh and when she kneeled to dry my legs she looked up and with an excited sparkle in her eyes as she gently patted me dry.
'Luckily he's almost as insatiable as I am.'
When we were finished she asked what I'd like her to wear to bed, and grinned cheekily when I answered as I pulled back the covers. 'Just your skin.'
We slid between the cool sheets and for a few minutes simply cuddled, for both warmth and the sheer pleasure of it. But as our bodies moulded to each other's the warmth gradually turned to heat and slow, almost absentminded caresses became more insistently purposeful. I slid one hand up the curve of her back, my fingers combing through her still slightly damp hair and pulled her head close so I could kiss her, stroking the back of her neck and shoulders as her lips and tongue instantly responded.
As the kiss continued on and I held her tighter she must have realised that it was no longer just my thigh that she could feel pressing against her, my cock was once again stiffening.
As it grew I let my hands move slowly over her body, stroking, caressing, taking my time, enjoying the feel of her skin as much as I thrilled to her hands on mine. And then, some time later, I lifted myself above her and slid smoothly inside her. For a while we just lay there like that, quite still, enjoying the sense of oneness that it gave both of us. But it wasn't long before I felt the unmistakable signs of her pussy responding as the stiffened length continued to grow, getting bigger, inching deeper, gradually filling it. Then I heard her give a deep, contented sigh as I began to slowly move in and out of her.
It was a sweet and tender love-making, not culminating in a mighty climax that left us both gasping and exhausted as those earlier in the evening had done. Instead of that I was able to give her several smaller, gentler peaks that as one merged with the next, seemed more like a single, undulating event that rolled on and on. Somehow, perhaps because my reserves were so low, whether or not I climaxed myself seemed completely unimportant and maybe because I felt under no such pressure most of the pleasure and satisfaction I was getting flowed from what I knew I was giving her.
But, when her mild protests assured me her body was then totally satisfied I finally felt the distinctive signs of a welling deep inside myself and then, almost as an afterthought to our love-making, I came. It was rather like hers had been, a series of small yet deeply satisfying spurts that finally relaxed every fibre in my body and, as we remained locked together, each savouring the sensations we had shared, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
I've no idea what actually woke me, maybe Mandy made some sudden move in her sleep, maybe it was merely the start of the growth of the involuntary erection, but when I saw through sleep-filled eyes that it was only two thirty I was about to ignore what was happening down between my legs and snuggle straight back down again. But something made me turn back the sheet and look down at her. Neither of us had remembered to turn out the light in the bath-room and though it provided only a little reflected light that was more than enough.
She lay on her side, her head turned away from me, the top half of her uncovered and while one arm was tucked underneath her, the other lay loosely across her rib cage, as though to provide support for her breasts. As I pulled the sheet lower she moved, half turning towards me, one leg shifting away from the other, almost as though she wanted to display herself for me. I watched her breasts slowly rising and falling with each breath and thoughts of immediately returning to sleep vanished.
Moving further down the bed I carefully spread her legs further apart and cautiously reached up, resting one hand lightly on the warm curve of her stomach. She was sleeping so deeply she barely stirred, even when I let my hand drift slowly lower, trailing my fingers down across her belly, into and through her pubic hair and on down the warmer, silkier skin on the inside of her thigh.
As I grew more confident of not waking her I eased myself closer and while one hand continued slowly tracing patterns up and down between her thighs I reached up and touched her breasts, at first lightly brushing them with just the tips of my fingers.
Keeping to feather-light movements I glanced up at her face from time to time, watching for any sign that she might be waking, but though she occasionally gave a low sigh I could tell she slept on and so continued to see how far I could go without actually waking her up. Her nipples quickly responded to my gentle caresses, stiffening as I let the fingers of one hand drift over and around them. When the fingers of the other finally slipped across the outer folds of her pussy she gave a deeper sigh and as I ran them slowly and very lightly up and down the already slightly moistened furrow she stirred again, but still slept on.
As I very gradually increased the pressure behind my caresses her sighs turned to low murmurs of subconscious pleasure and although I could tell she was still sound asleep, as though to make it easier for me to continue she rolled over on to her back, spreading her legs wider apart. Taking advantage of that opportunity I eased myself into a kneeling position between her thighs and, bending low, as I slipped one finger up between her pussy-lips, began to lightly tease the sensitive flesh above them with the tip of my tongue.
Her body shuddered and she gave a muffled grunt as that took her to the next level of arousal and glancing up I saw that although still asleep, her eyes were darting about beneath their still closed lids. She was dreaming - and for a moment I wondered if hers was anywhere near as lascivious as some of those I'd had.
But if I'd thought I could actually take her all the way to orgasm without waking her I was mistaken, not long after that, as I felt the swollen ridge rising beneath my tongue she gave a sharp cry and when I looked up again I saw that this time her eyes were wide open, the look on her face reflecting her confusion. Then, as though suddenly realising that what she was feeling was not a dream but reality, she looked down and saw me.
Whatever she was about to say was cut short by a gasp of even stronger pleasure as she felt my finger probing deep inside her pussy-lips and my tongue swirling over the quickly rising nub of her clitoris. As she came fully awake and remembered where and with whom she was she gave a deep sigh of contented pleasure.
'Aaah, yes! That's lovely Rob, please don't stop.'
I had no intention of stopping, I could tell from her almost lazy reactions to what I was doing for her that she was savouring every second, relishing the powerful sensations coursing through her body.
But what I'd been doing as she slept had obviously already worked her closer to a climax than I'd realised and it wasn't long before I felt her reacting as it welled up inside her. It was nowhere near as explosive as those she'd experienced earlier but she moaned and grunted as the waves of pleasure rippled through her, her body shuddering with delight.
Even before she was completely finished she pulled herself up, turned, then slid back down the bed until her face was level with my crotch, where she found my already fully erect cock. Making herself comfortable, she held the shaft in one hand, reached beneath it to cup my balls with the other, and slipped her lips over the swollen cock-head. Giving a low groan of pleasure as I felt her lips slide moistly down over the rim, I shifted myself around so we formed a classic sixty-nine position, and slipping one hand around to grip her bottom, I once again set my tongue to work on her pussy.
When I began to tentatively push my cock between her eagerly sucking lips she opened her mouth wider so she could take it deeper, at the same time sliding one hand up between my legs and gently fondling my balls. As even stronger waves of pleasure coursed up through my body I closed the loop of our mutual excitement by pushing my fingers into the cleft between the cheeks of her bottom, and thrusting my stiffened tongue in and out of her pussy.
There was an overwhelming smell of sexual arousal in the air, which magnified the effects of the physical stimulation we were giving each other. What her fingers and lips were doing to me were making my balls ache and my cock throb, and from the way Mandy was writhing and gurgling I could tell she was quickly building up to yet another orgasm. Replacing my tongue with two fingers I began to flick the hardened ridge of her clitoris, and felt her sucking my cock even harder as she almost immediately started to climax.
A minute or two later I felt the unmistakable signs of my own approaching, and although I tried to hold myself back until she had finished hers, the combination of what her mouth and hands were doing to me was just too strong. I thought the first load would choke her, but she somehow managed to swallow it, catch her breath, then pumped and sucked me as hard as she could.
