My feet curled. My back arched. I gave a low guttural cry as I orgasmed. I felt that wonderful warm blush on my cheeks and breasts. I twisted the dildo inside me, pressing it against the roof of my vagina, squeezing on it. Another orgasm ripped through me, and I bet my lips to keep from crying out. I pulled the drenched fake penis from me and brought it to my lips. I inhaled the scent of my own cum, and licked it, tasting my juices from the hard rubber, remembering how I’d done the same to my husband’s cum-covered flesh relishing in our combined flavors from his so masculine flesh.
Suddenly, it was James’ cock, dripping with his cum and mine, and I was sucking it eagerly, hungrily. I recoiled from the thought.
In an agony of guilt and shame, I put the dildo back into the drawer, and lay back. I felt my cum juices dribbling down my thighs. There was a large wet spot on the sheet under me. I lay awake, I don’t know how long, finally falling into an uneasy sleep.
I heard a voice. Sleep wouldn’t release me. I must have been dreaming. Someone was calling me, gently shaking my shoulder. I shifted, and my buttocks felt the warm damp spot beneath them. In a semi-dream state, my eyes parted. A familiar face was near mine, but sleep and some deep desire blurred my vision.
“Honey,” I whispered. “I had a terrible dream.”
“Wake up,” the voice was soft but urgent. “You’ve been moaning for hours. Wake up.”
“Nightmares,” I mumbled. “Terrible dreams. So alone. So cold.”
“Because you’ve kicked all the covers off.”
I felt the sheets being pulled over me. Vaguely I remembered I was nude.
“Hold me,” I whispered.
I closed my eyes and waited for the embrace. “Please,” I said, reaching out. “Hold me, baby. I’m so cold.”
Strong arms encircled me and held me tight. His broad chest was against me, warm and strong. I rested my cheek on his shoulder. His hands moved slowly over my back. His touch was light and comforting. I let him hold me, smelling his flesh; clean with a hint of soap. The stubble on his chin and cheek felt scratchily familiar. It was late of course. He hadn’t shaved. I wondered what time it was. Soon, he’d have to get ready for the office. I stretched, shifting in his arms. My lips sought his. I’d send him to work happy.
Eyes closed, my lips found his. He stiffened, almost resisting. Then his lips parted, and our tongues met. I moaned as we kissed. It had been so long, so very long. My hands clasped the back of his head. His short-cropped hair was soft. His lips were warm and moist. His tongue danced with entwining, parting, slipping from his mouth to mine, and mine. I nibbled his lower lip gently with my teeth.
A hand cupped my bare breast. A thumb touched my nipple. The fleshy circle tightened. The nib stiffened almost immediately. Tingles radiated outward, downward through me. I felt damp warmth between my thighs. His palm covered my breast, his fingers closing over the firm globe pulling softly yet urgently.
His other hand slid down my naked back, through the dip of my waist, and over the swell of my buttocks. His middle finger rubbed through the crevice of my ass. I murmured intelligibly. My head lolled back, and his gentle kisses went up and down my throat.
“Oh yes, my darling,” I whimpered. “Oh yes. It’s been so long.”
His voice was husky. “You are so beautiful.”
I clasped his head, and pushed it down to my breasts. His lips took in a nipple hungrily. I moaned as his tongue laved over the super-sensitized flesh. A hand covered my mound, and my thighs parted in anticipation. I lay back, as he suckled and licked my heaving breast and the fingers of his hand toyed with my swelling moist labial lips. A finger gently grazed my swelling clit, and I gasped. I covered his hand with mine, spreading my fingers over his. I guided him to part me, to enter me. My vaginal muscles closed around him
“I’ve wanted this ever since I can remember,” he whispered. “Are you sure?”
“I’m yours, my darling,” I hissed back, my back arching in anticipating as his fingers probed at my moist folds. “I’m yours. I always have been.”
He knew I was ready. Other times, he would have gone down on me, his tongue driving me wild with need. Or I might have taken his lovely manhood between my lips, until he was desperate for relief. But now, we were both desperate.
He mounted me carefully. His strong thighs nestled between my. I spread my legs eagerly, wrapping them around his. His hardness rubbed up and down my slit teasingly.
“Please,” I begged, my voice hitching with desire. “Please.”
I reached down to guide him. My hand closed around the warm thick column of flesh. I felt the prepuce slide down freeing the fat swollen cockhead. It touched my labial lips. It was hot, throbbing. He gave a soft groan as his cockhead parted me, entering me. He paused, as my pussy opened, then clenched tightly around him.
I sighed softly. He pushed a little. My wetness made his entry effortless. I clasped his head, clamping my lips to his as his length filled me, his girth stretching me fully open. And still he entered me, inch by long sensuous inch. I whimpered into his kiss, until his fleshy sack rested firmly against my perineum.
He lay motionless atop me, his cock throbbing within me. I tightened my legs about him, clutching his shoulders and pressing his body tightly down on mine. His pubis was pressing on my clit, making me shudder in delight. Each small movement sent a new wave of pleasure rippling through me. He began to withdraw, as slowly as he entered. His lips left mine. He gave a soft sibilant sound as my wet hole tried to close on him, hold him within me. Yet, I felt the exquisite sensation of his emptying me preparatory to filling me again. His lips closed over my stiff aching nipple as his hardness slid into me again. I rolled my hips up, spreading myself as wide as possible. I heard his deep growling sound as he penetrated me again. He was so big, so thick. His cock seemed to impale me, spreading my vagina as his fat cockhead sought my cervix. He suckled and nibbled my breast, his hands gliding over my sides, my waist, downward then up again to cup my other breast. His body was taught and hard on mine. Raising himself up on his arms, he began to thrust in earnest.
