The feel of him on my skin was enough to get me wet and it was clear he wasn’t stopping soon. I wanted him to do with my body as he pleased. I needed it. It had been too long since we’d been together, and my body was craving him.
Suddenly, Chris’s hands traveled under my shirt, then began to pull my shirt over my head tossing it and my glasses to the other side of the room. The room went from clear to fuzzy, but it didn’t stop me. I didn’t need to see, to feel him hard under me. His cock was bulging begging to be free from the constraint of his pants.
“They’re already hard for me,” he said, smiling up at my breast before placing one nipple into his mouth while at the same time gently massaging it and playing with it with his teeth.
I moaned and rubbed my fingers down his chest. The way he teased me and the heightening of my other senses from being almost blind, was more than enough to cause a pool of wetness in my panties as I grinded my hips on his lap.
Then he rolled me over on my back, his mouth still teasing my nipples, and for a second, I couldn’t feel his hands, but I could hear what sounded like a shirt hit the floor. Then his hands where back. One held my hands above my head, while the other one began traveling down my body. I felt a strong jerk and off went my pants. The movement sent a raging fire throughout my body, yearning for him to do with it as he pleased.
He slowly pulled his head off my breast, then stuck his tongue down my throat as if he were preparing me for his entry.
Suddenly I felt his hand on my mound move, stroking my lower lips through my panties. At first it was slow as if he were testing my sensitivity, then it got rougher, and my breathing changed causing me to moan in his mouth. My body grew hotter and I was about to explode. It’s amazing how in all my years married to Lenny he had never brought me on the brink of an orgasm in under five minutes and yet with Chris every time we were together, I’d have orgasm after orgasm during four-play. However, just when I was about to cum, he removed his hand, and pulled back from my lips.
I opened my eyes, and attempted to look at him, but was only able to make out a blurry figure, standing over me. “Please,” I begged.
“Don’t worry, I’m not done,” he assured me. And without another word, I felt him pull my lower body towards him, and vibrate that magic tongue between my legs. It happened so fast, that I couldn’t even prepare. The moment he went down there I felt my orgasm release. He laughed as he lapped it all up but didn’t stop. My head fell back. I couldn’t take it. I needed something to hold onto, but he was holding my arms down with one hand while the other pushed my legs apart.
My eyes rolled in the back of my head as another orgasm came to surface. Then I felt him pull up and pressure between my legs. He was inside of me and his lips were on mine. I wanted to return the favor, but I couldn’t move. All I could do was grind my hips contracting a retracting my cervix as he moaned in my mouth. Our tongues waltzing as his hands interlaced with mine.
We had slowed down some. We weren’t having sex anymore or fucking, we were making love and it was just what I needed to take my mind off everything. Then I felt him buckle on top of me. He was ready and so was I. He released and for the third time that day I released a violent orgasm as his warm seed filled inside of me marking me as his own. For a while we laid there with him on top of me kissing like it would be the last time, neither wanting it to end and triggering another section of love making until finally falling asleep in each other’s arms.