I was not expecting this moment that night.
I had stripped down to just a pair of boxer briefs and headed to bed forty five minutes before my lover. As Hope entered the bedroom, I was reading some light fiction to clear my head after a long day at work. She headed to the bathroom to do her evening ablutions. A few minutes later, she emerged wearing one of my old t-shirts. I knew with almost complete confidence that she had a fresh pair of Hanes cotton bikini bottoms on as she climbed into bed.
“How you feeling?” I asked as I knew that there were several sources of external stress hitting her.
“Not bad, brain has not stopped moving..”
She unloaded for a few minutes about family, about work, about a letter of intent due next week as she leaned against my shoulder. She talked. I listened. My fingers began to massage her temples and then her jaw. My thumbs pressed down on her forehead and brought pressure smoothly from the bridge of her nose to her temples.
She kept on talking and I kept on listening as my index and middle fingers circles her jaw. She sighed as she fell silent. Hope adjusted her position. She pushed my knees apart and scooted back. As her lovely bum was hopping backwards, she languidly took off her shirt. Her nipples were hard and erect. She laid back against my chest, wearing just a pair of black cotton bikini bottoms.
“Massage my scalp, neck and shoulders….”
“As you wish” I smiled as my thumbs pressed hard along her spine and my fingers circled the back of her skull. She leaned back and relaxed into me. Her face was relaxed as I rolled my knuckles along her traps, and ran my fingertips along her clavicle. I pressed my flat palms into her rotator cuffs. I could feel her stress leave her body as my hands roamed along her nakedness touching nothing that would prompt anything more than a PG-13 rating for another fifteen minutes.
I was lost in her body and barely noticed her fingers move off my thigh. She had slipped into a deep trance. Long slow sighs escaped her as she melted against me. My fingers continued to press into her.
Her sighs changed. She slowed and the exhalations became deeper. I saw that her right fingers were rhythmically moving in languid circles between her legs.
“Yeah, you’re so fucking sexy when you touch yourself” I whispered into her ear. My lips briefly kissed her neck as I continued to stroke her upper arms. I kneaded her biceps and then triceps. She wiggled against me and my cock got caught on my boxer’s elastic band. I had to take my hands off of her for a second to re-adjust. She whimpered as she leaned back and rested her head on my shoulder.
“I love your moans, I love your noises” I whispered into her ear as her hand. My left hand went under her shirt and my index finger and thumb rolled her nipple between them. My rough fingertips felt her nipple grow hard in only a few seconds.
“I love how your body responds to me….”
Her fingers were flying underneath a thin layer of cotton. My other hand wrapped around her waist and pulled her tight. I held her. Her heels pressed hard into the mattress and her powerful thighs drove her shoulders against me forcing me onto my back and she landed against me.
“Fuck, I need your dick in me now”
She lifted her hips and tried to wiggle out of her soaking wet panties as I tried to drive my hips into the bed and used my free-ish hand off of her hips to pull my boxers off of my hips and down my thighs. We giggled as this was a massive fail.
“Hands off of my boobs and focus on getting that dick out for me”
“Yes ma’am”
As she was saying this, she actually used both hands to pull off her panties and helped me wiggle my underwear full off of one leg and hanging below my knee on the other. She sat up, her hair flowing down her back and got on her knees. She gripped my cock and ran her nails up and down my shaft for a second before lining herself up and allowing herself to sink deep onto me.
Fuck she always feel so amazing in that first moment of penetration, wet, warm and strong as she allowed me to get in deep. Hope pulled her knees up and then rolled her hips a little so her feet were outside of mine and she laid down.
“Goddamn, you feel so fucking good… I wish we had a mirror right now” My hand reached for her clit, my index finger press hard against her clit as I slowly began to piston in and out with a slight figure eight roll in my hips.
“I love feeling all of your weight against me….”
“Shush, just fuck me gently….”
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