Angelina rolled over and kissed Jim on the earlobe and flicked her tongue in and out and around his ear. She then licked a trail from behind his ear, down his neck across his hardening nipple. She licked around and across his nipple and heard his breath catch. He hugged her tight and pressed her head closer to his chest.
“More,” he commanded; and with her ear against his chest, the single word hummed through her body.
Jim and Angelina were both near forty and had been married almost twenty years. Sex was no longer what it used to be.
Angelina sighed and continued licking his body, her hot tongue moving down toward his groin. “You always take something for granted until it’s gone,” she thought, as she remembered the many years of great sex they had had together. Her mind drifted back to encounters in the woods; where standing, she would grab her ankles and Jim would hammer her from behind until they both came and dropped satiated to their knees. Ah, the time when they were still teenagers and spent the entire night fucking in every position; in his pup tent, in his parent’s back yard.
So many good times…Jim could go for hours, anywhere, any time. He was absolutely fabulous with changing positions, especially in the waterbed they had in the earlier years of marriage. He would grab her with his strong, beautiful hands and flip her on her back or roll her to her knees, or guide her to mount him. Where had the years gone? What was going on in his head now? He was not one to talk much about things, and she didn’t push. He had said he had too much on his mind lately, and she didn’t question him, maybe he did.
She began to lick his half-hard cock. “He should have a raging hard-on by now,” she mused, “what can I do?” His cock slowly hardened, and she looked at his face, saw he was watching, and sucked it into her mouth, in and out, licking and sucking. She knew he loved it, but the satisfaction was hard won and harder kept.
