We did not stay long in the cooling bath. We rinsed each other off, and then she skipped from the bathroom and returned still dripping wet with her shampoo and conditioner bottles. She sat in the tub with her head back as I washed her hair, drawing my fingers through the luxurious density of it, and dripping dollops of lather on her breasts and knees, and then watching them slide down her body.
Her hair washed, we scrubbed each other more thoroughly, I'd been inside her ass and she must have soaped my cock four or five times over. I didn't mind, it promised more blowjobs later. Her bum was pretty sore, and her ass hole an angry red. Before we finished I tried to ease it with a long pour of cold water from the shower head.
We took our time drying each other. It was an excuse for an extended fondle, but we resisted the urge to fall back to kissing. Hand in hand, like children we went back into the bedroom. She pushed me to the bed, and then went to the dressing table, and began to dry her hair. I watched her from behind. Her curves were luscious, and the rise and fall of her boobs as she used the hair dryer was hypnotic. I stretched out on the bed and enjoyed the show, she looked at me from the mirror and winked, and then went on. The relaxed unselfconscious nudity was almost as warm and reassuring a demonstration of her trust as the gift of her anal cherry. I had a slightly dazed grin on my face when she finished and swayed back to the bed.
I stood up and stripped the covers and blankets, and then taking her hands positioned her cross legged in the centre of the mattress. Then I wrapped all the blankets around her so that she looked like a teepee with a head emerging. I joined her in the little tent, and rearranged our legs, one over, one under, until we were bound together chest to chest. My exhausted cock rested against her.
We began to kiss, quietly, gently, the roaring fire of our passion now a steady blaze. It was sometime before I began rise, slowly, and almost reluctantly. I hadn't had this much sex in one day for decades, and the strain was telling on my sore member.
When I was at full stretch she levered up on my shoulders and then sank down onto me. Her heat was blistering, even a little painful on my raw skin, but delightfully enveloping. We shuffled and she ground down until I had pierced her to my full length. Our faces came together, millimetres apart. I breathed in as she breathed out, she breathed in as I breathed out. We pulled each other into a tighter and tighter embrace, the stiffness of her nipples denting my chest.
We grew light headed on the shared breaths, trying to keep our hips completely still, until the lack of oxygen made us sway and our lips met. Our control lapsed and we fell into furious, desperate kisses, pelvises grinding together. I wanted to squeeze her body into mine, her hands were trying to claw me apart. When I came we stopped dead. I felt a wetness spill over me that could not have been from what little spunk I had left. Her body rocked slightly, mine felt as if it was being squeezed into a smaller frame.
I don't how long we sat, just holding each other. Eventually we fell asleep, and slipped down onto lying on the bed in a tangle of limbs. Our long wait was over, a new era of being able to share our constrained desire was beginning.
The End (2)
