I had a wobble yesterday. After weeks of night after night of the most amazing sex, squirting, gushing, blogging, pictures and new toys (which followed months of already mind-blowing sex), I woke up feeling distinctly unhorny. I panicked, scared that even an hour of feeling anything less than aroused would mean our sex life was over. There’s nothing like trying to make yourself feel sexy when it’s not happening to make you feel frigid, so I went into a bit of a downward spiral. Even a sneaky bit of early mornimg cunnilingus and fellatio didn’t help matters. We resolved to stop trying and take the day as it came. Me in a black mood, him (as it later transpired) mulling over ways to get me going again. By the time we’d got the kids to bed I still didn’t feel like anything was going to happen. Then my expert man stepped in…
He asked me not to dress-up for a change. He wanted me naked.
I’d had a shower so I was still damp, and the cool air on my breasts started to make me perk up, literally. He was already naked and told me to lay face-down on the bed. Eager to please, I did just that. He’s always been thrilled by my tan lines, so I made sure I arched my back a little, so he got a good view of the white triangle on my tilted-up arse, and of course check out my holes. He started to pour massage oil over my back, dribbling a little down my arse and crack, the sensation of the oil trickling down towards my butt hole and vagina was deliciously soft and tickling me in just the right way. He got to work with his hands then, smoothing the oil slowly up my slim, tanned body, from my gently arched back, to my shoulders. His wonderful hands putting just the right pressure on my muscles, soothing away the day and my concerns. Soothing away my inhibitions, little by little. He knows where my buttons are, and as he continued to massage my shoulders and upper back, he started too kiss me gently on the base of my neck, then along my shoulders. I could feel myself slowly coming around, the tingles of pleasure stirring me. I sighed. He sat back up and straddled me. I could feel that his massage was already getting him excited, and I slowly gyrated my hips, so that I was rubbing up and down his meaty erection with the top of my butt crack. He responded by moving backwards and slowly, pushing against me, continuing to massage my back and shoulders, getting firmer in his strokes. Oops, his penis found it’s way down where the oil had dribbled earlier, its tip flicked gently passed my anus and nuzzled into my now-moist vagina. Oh goodness me, I think I’m starting to get my mojo back. He is wonderul to be able to do this to me…
Slowly, agonisingly slowly, he pushed his manhood into me. Gradually filling me with him. Filling me with desire. The familiar tingling was making me push back into him, raising my hips from the bed, arching my back more. Pushing my face into my pillow. He grabbed my hip bones and pulled me towards him. Held me there, still.
It felt like he had filled me until he clenched his butt and pushed harder again into me, while pulling my hips further into him. Full now, and completely aroused by my sensual massage, I rhythmically moved my pelvis backwards and forwards in tiny little movements. Wanting to arouse him as he had aroused me. As I pushed out, I beared down. As I pulled back in, I clenched his erection tight in my vagina; feeling him, enjoying the movement of his penis inside me. He bent down so that his chest was against my oil-slicked back and reached round to fondle my breasts. His hands were still lubed from the massage and as he squeezed me, his hands naturally slid around, his fingers pinching and pulling at my bullets. I can bear it no longer. I pull away from him so that I can roll over and see him in his manly, oily, expert, hot fucking splendor. Looking down between my wide open legs he gently kisses my clitorus, adding a little lick to make me groan with delight. His left hand squeezing my right breast, his fingers tweaking my nipple, he slides his 2 fingers into my vagina, and rotates his thumb gently on my clitorus. I want this man to have me now.
Writhing in unexpected pleasure, I grab his delicious manhood in my hand. I’m pretty sure this thing is growing by the day! I have got to give it a little lick to be sure… I twist my body so that I can lap at his head and frenulum, while wanking him, while he continues to wank me. He tastes so good, I have got to have him. I toy with his bellend for a while, ringing it with the tip of my tongue, sucking at it, licking out the drops of salty precum.I slide my mouth slowly down him. He has DEFINITELY grown. It’s going to be good to fuck this monster very soon. He fills my mouth,I let him push hard into my throat. I use my free hand to grab his butt and thrust him towards me, pushing his cock deeper into me, licking the skin at the base of his penis. I push and thrust again and again. He groans.
I move my mouth gradually back up his penis, licking his shaft, until I can look up into his face. He is contorted in ecstasy. I pull my wank hand down towards his balls while I move my mouth up his shaft so that his can watch my tongue as I rub it around his bellend, kissing him, sucking him. Looking him in the eye. He has stopped working on my breasts. His hand now grabbing my hair 1, 2, 3 thrusts of his cock into my throat and he pulls me roughly off him. Looks at me with lust and kisses me on the mouth. Hard and deep. We are a tangle of arms and legs, cock and breasts, oil and saliva. I am on my back and he is entering me again. He slips into me, then with a final thrust, he is buried. He moves his arms behind my legs, so he is supporting them behing my knees, my feet in the air and his cock pushed deep, deep in side me. His deep slow movement get harder and he gyrates his hips so that I can feel his cock against every vaginal nerve. My labia now full and throbbing, my nipples bullets, my orgasm mounting. I lift up my head to kiss him and he returns the favour. His tongue and mine fervently seeking out more pleasure. We grind against each other over and over. My orgasm buildling more and more, I move my hand down so that I can rub my clitorus. It feels so good. As I reach climax am no longer in control. I am finger-fucking myself, and being fucked by the man that I love. As he feel my juices flowing he is too close to stop. He withdraws and pushes his erection into my pubis. I feel his sticky hot seed on my flat stomach. I feel another rush of liquid as I push my fingers into myself. I am groaning, the sound mixing with his. I want to taste him. With my juicy fingers I rub his cum into my stomach and over my breasts, watching him watch me. I lick what’s left, sucking his cum and mine from my finger tips… I am me again. I love this man who knows me intimately, who knows what to do with me, who knows how to pleasure me. I could want for nothing more.
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