Technically, it was already "tomorrow" when I climbed into bed much later than him, as usual. Sometimes it seems like my night-owl and his early bird barely share the same nest. Last night, however, our shared space was clear and palpable.
He doesn't always stir when I get under the covers, and when he does it's often just to roll over the other way. This time he rolled toward me and, noting that I wasn't reading or watching TV on my tablet, put his arm over my body, drawing himself up behind me in a spoon. I grinned, welcoming the affection, and my grin grew as his hand wandered to my breast seconds later.
He fondled idly for a moment, then began to massage them in earnest. He knows how I like it, and soon the heat in my body manifested in a creaminess between my thighs. He seemed to instinctively know this, too, and his roaming hand found its way from my boob to my crotch. I lifted my upper leg, and his fingers strummed across my labia, working my juices over the folds until they were slick with lubrication. Occasionally his thumb would graze my clit; at other times, a finger might slip inside me briefly. Mostly, however, he thrummed my lips expertly, building a frothy warmth as my arousal grew steadily.
I rocked my hips back against him, as much to engage his hand's touch as anything; still, this had the additional benefit of brushing his semi-erect cock, which twitched against the restraint of his boxer-brief in response. I knew then without a doubt that more was in store than simply a pleasant fondling. His hand was bringing me quickly to a state of excitement that welcomed whatever he wanted to do.
My breath became hastened, and mingled with soft coos and moans. I didn't want him to stop, but was concerned about being selfish; determining to let him set the pace, I gave myself over to the pleasure and quivered with a small orgasm which made me squeal louder than I expected. Conscious of the kids down the hall, I whispered, "Let me lock the door."
I rose and turned the button on the handle, pulling my PJs from my body as I turned back. He had risen as well to remove his undies; I dropped to my knees in front of him and immediately took his sweaty cock between my lips. He swelled as I sucked him, growing to full length and thickness—big enough that I couldn't take his whole length without effort. Not yet ready for him to cum, I settled for stroking him while licking and sucking his head and the top of his shaft.
He groaned in pleasure as I worked his knob, occasionally flinching or bucking involuntarily. On a particularly firm suckle from me, he muttered, "Oh jeezus;" I pulled away long enough to ask, "Want me to keep going?"
"Nuh uh—come up here." I rose to my feet, turning and bending over the bed. He stepped behind me, dragging his throbbing cock between my lips and sending shoots of anticipatory pleasure through my groin. Finding home, he slid inside; after all these years and three pregnancies, he still makes me feel full and stretched. I moaned in delight, and he held it deep in me for several moments.
I strained on my tiptoes, not wanting the slightest movement to cause him to withdraw even a fraction of an inch. My body trembled from the searing heat now coursing through me: the culmination of his touch and the little climax that accompanied it, the sounds and feeling of his pleasure while my mouth was around his dick, and now the welcome sensation of him buried in my snatch had me racing toward the edge of another orgasm.
He leaned forward, cupping my tits in his hands. I pushed myself up as high as my arms could hold, offering him as much access as my body would afford. He worked them over again with experienced skill, rolling my nipples between finger and thumb, then mashing the fleshy mounds against my ribcage. Slowly, his hips swiveled his cock in and out of me, just barely, while he felt me up. I mewled and purred as the warmth turned electric, my climax washing over me like a wave.
My legs and arms started to shake, then lost their strength entirely and I fell forward onto the mattress, still yelping with delight. He stepped closer, lifting my hips until I was on my knees and stable. Guiding himself back into my eager box, he sank deep once more. I was still quaking from ecstasy tearing through me, and his re-entry made me peak again; I heard guttural growls escaping my throat from the pleasure that seemed to pull every muscle taut to the point of straining.
Now he was pumping slowly in and out, taking almost the full length before giving it back to me again. I panted for breath, my head spinning and body convulsing. As I finally leveled off, I regained control enough to turn so that I rested on one shoulder, looking back around the other at his silhouette against the faint moonlight through the window shades. His body rippled as it moved fluidly against mine, thrusting his thick cock into my puss over and over.
I stretched my arms back and spread my full, round cheeks, feeling him sink deeper after doing so. Still moaning faintly with each pump, I soon heard his groans join mine. He sped up, and I felt him swell and lengthen even more as he prepared to ejaculate. Holding my hips firmly, he slammed his cock in me several times, shooting hot cum deep into my womb.
My pussy responded with a few more clinching spasms, wringing him of every drop. He continued to thrust into me easily until he gradually shrunk and fell from my gushing slot.
He collapsed on the bed beside me and we held each other loosely in our bliss. I could just see his smile and the brightness of his eyes as he looked at me adoringly through the darkness. I hope he could see mine as well, returning all of his love and more.
He doesn't always stir when I get under the covers, and when he does it's often just to roll over the other way. This time he rolled toward me and, noting that I wasn't reading or watching TV on my tablet, put his arm over my body, drawing himself up behind me in a spoon. I grinned, welcoming the affection, and my grin grew as his hand wandered to my breast seconds later.
He fondled idly for a moment, then began to massage them in earnest. He knows how I like it, and soon the heat in my body manifested in a creaminess between my thighs. He seemed to instinctively know this, too, and his roaming hand found its way from my boob to my crotch. I lifted my upper leg, and his fingers strummed across my labia, working my juices over the folds until they were slick with lubrication. Occasionally his thumb would graze my clit; at other times, a finger might slip inside me briefly. Mostly, however, he thrummed my lips expertly, building a frothy warmth as my arousal grew steadily.
I rocked my hips back against him, as much to engage his hand's touch as anything; still, this had the additional benefit of brushing his semi-erect cock, which twitched against the restraint of his boxer-brief in response. I knew then without a doubt that more was in store than simply a pleasant fondling. His hand was bringing me quickly to a state of excitement that welcomed whatever he wanted to do.
My breath became hastened, and mingled with soft coos and moans. I didn't want him to stop, but was concerned about being selfish; determining to let him set the pace, I gave myself over to the pleasure and quivered with a small orgasm which made me squeal louder than I expected. Conscious of the kids down the hall, I whispered, "Let me lock the door."
I rose and turned the button on the handle, pulling my PJs from my body as I turned back. He had risen as well to remove his undies; I dropped to my knees in front of him and immediately took his sweaty cock between my lips. He swelled as I sucked him, growing to full length and thickness—big enough that I couldn't take his whole length without effort. Not yet ready for him to cum, I settled for stroking him while licking and sucking his head and the top of his shaft.
He groaned in pleasure as I worked his knob, occasionally flinching or bucking involuntarily. On a particularly firm suckle from me, he muttered, "Oh jeezus;" I pulled away long enough to ask, "Want me to keep going?"
"Nuh uh—come up here." I rose to my feet, turning and bending over the bed. He stepped behind me, dragging his throbbing cock between my lips and sending shoots of anticipatory pleasure through my groin. Finding home, he slid inside; after all these years and three pregnancies, he still makes me feel full and stretched. I moaned in delight, and he held it deep in me for several moments.
I strained on my tiptoes, not wanting the slightest movement to cause him to withdraw even a fraction of an inch. My body trembled from the searing heat now coursing through me: the culmination of his touch and the little climax that accompanied it, the sounds and feeling of his pleasure while my mouth was around his dick, and now the welcome sensation of him buried in my snatch had me racing toward the edge of another orgasm.
He leaned forward, cupping my tits in his hands. I pushed myself up as high as my arms could hold, offering him as much access as my body would afford. He worked them over again with experienced skill, rolling my nipples between finger and thumb, then mashing the fleshy mounds against my ribcage. Slowly, his hips swiveled his cock in and out of me, just barely, while he felt me up. I mewled and purred as the warmth turned electric, my climax washing over me like a wave.
My legs and arms started to shake, then lost their strength entirely and I fell forward onto the mattress, still yelping with delight. He stepped closer, lifting my hips until I was on my knees and stable. Guiding himself back into my eager box, he sank deep once more. I was still quaking from ecstasy tearing through me, and his re-entry made me peak again; I heard guttural growls escaping my throat from the pleasure that seemed to pull every muscle taut to the point of straining.
Now he was pumping slowly in and out, taking almost the full length before giving it back to me again. I panted for breath, my head spinning and body convulsing. As I finally leveled off, I regained control enough to turn so that I rested on one shoulder, looking back around the other at his silhouette against the faint moonlight through the window shades. His body rippled as it moved fluidly against mine, thrusting his thick cock into my puss over and over.
I stretched my arms back and spread my full, round cheeks, feeling him sink deeper after doing so. Still moaning faintly with each pump, I soon heard his groans join mine. He sped up, and I felt him swell and lengthen even more as he prepared to ejaculate. Holding my hips firmly, he slammed his cock in me several times, shooting hot cum deep into my womb.
My pussy responded with a few more clinching spasms, wringing him of every drop. He continued to thrust into me easily until he gradually shrunk and fell from my gushing slot.
He collapsed on the bed beside me and we held each other loosely in our bliss. I could just see his smile and the brightness of his eyes as he looked at me adoringly through the darkness. I hope he could see mine as well, returning all of his love and more.