The early morning sun woke me next morning, that and the arising need for a pee, which made itself felt in the usual way - I had a morning hard-on that would have let me to use it to bang in nails!
Lying there for a moment I remembered Monica the night before. She had been quite insatiable, in a way you read about, laugh about — maybe down the pub over a drink with your mates.
Wishful thinking.
Never comes true.
But it had.
We had reveled in each other's bodies - once that first initial explosion of lust had been overcome, that orgasm so hard it had made me see stars. We had regained our breath, slowed heartbeat back to mildly fast rather than the life-threatening beat it had been. We had played with each other.
Learned the little things that made us purr like cats as we pleasured each other.
As you get older the desire for sex doesn't diminish - at least I'm happy to say it hasn't for me - but once where an egg timed while I made love – oh, OK fucked! - would have been soft boiled, as I got older I discovered staying power.
I could make that second round last thirty to forty minutes.
Last night had seen me wake and go for my usual pee in the wee small hours. Even though I had tried not to wake her, Monica had been waiting for me when I got back into bed....
"Oh Sven - you're cold."
Followed by: "Come here, let me warm you."
God that delicious Hungarian accent was so so sexy. So was the hand that found 'him' as he was starting to grow at the sound of her voice.
She lay across me, breasts beautifully squashed against my chest, her nipples already hard again, like little pebbles. I ran my hands down her back as she laid across me, curling the fur that, like me, she had in the small of her back. She wriggled against me in pleasure, her legs either side of my thigh, rubbing her furry sex against me, making my leg wet as her own wetness flowed with her arousal. She kissed her way down across my stomach, through the stubble of my hair. I keep myself trimmed, but not shaved - I've preferred it for years. In the moonlight I watched and felt as she pulled my hood back past the corona of my cock-head and then licked round it.
Nirvana!
By way of distraction I cupped her backside with both hands and pulled her around then sideways back over me so her centre was over my face as she, head down, continued to suck on me. She dripped her arousal onto me, the taste and smell exquisite. On that cocktail, although I didn't think it was possible that I could or would get harder, I could feel myself doing just that and getting stiffer. I licked her and suckled her clit, my nose buried inside her now wide-open nether lips which were silky smooth to the touch of my lips and tongue. She shuddered on top of me — lips clamped round my cock as she came — producing even more juice for me to slurp on.
