We’d both tried, and this time it was me that stepped forward, but about something entirely else. You were kneeling down loading clothes in the dryer, when you noticed me standing beside you… and there was that bright look, like “What’s up?” I told you “I want to do something really special for you.” Suddenly you stood and melted in to me, and with a quick peck, you said “And I want to do something for us. Meet me in the bedroom in an hour, and let’s discuss it”
15 minutes later, you came through with 2 stiff drinks, handed me one and said “get this down you before you come in.” and continued to rush around surrounding the bed with everything we needed including snacks. The urge to merge rose to the point that we were undressed and in bed 10 minutes later. As your finger trailed over my chest, you said “Let’s get this done, and do it again.” You were aggressive, and I closed my eye’s to keep up. It was very short and satisfying for both, then the ‘over with’ part returned, and you went to work.
You were able to keep the touching going, “Remember after sex, we used to do this for hours?” you said (I only remembered us cuddling till my erection returned), and I suddenly realized I missed the importance too. Your body was responding, so much so, you got your vibrator out. I offered to go down on you, but you said “Just touch me everywhere, kiss me, and hold me.” and you closed your eyes
My hand went from your inner thighs, up across your tummy, and all over your chest. I kissed you, and you started asking for licking, so temporary moist trails appeared from your lips, down your throat, all the way to the nipples on your breasts. When it became repetitive, with just a sweet little smile you said “Kiss me deeper.” and our tongue’s laid it on thick.
Kneeling over you, I worked on your breasts, and with it came the first deep moan. I spread myself out, kissing my way down, and my tongue roved around your inner thigh’s. Your own hand started working on your breasts, pushing, pressing and pulling, as my hands slid up and down the side of your torso, hips & legs. It wasn’t really doing it for me (even though it should), it was all for you, and I saw you backing off (I was right there), to make it last a little longer.
Confused, I suddenly felt myself getting hard, and I realized you had spiked my drink. I sat up on my knee’s, showed it to you, and said “Happy?” and you said “No. Keep going.” Through my tongue, I started feeling you having a series of very small ones, that you expertly exerted control over the intensity of, and you showed no sign you were done yet.
It was as straight as a rod, but I had those sensations that told me it needed some exercise for it to get thick… so I had been tricked!
It was another 10 minutes before you opened your eye’s and said “Oooooh that felt soooo gooood… I’m done.” (I wish you had told me that while I was doing it) and you pulled me up to you, kissed me and said “Thank you. I need a drink, a(a hesitantion), a strroong one!” With our glasses in hand, we both sat up against the headboard. You tipped your glass against mine, and swallowed your’s right down. I reached for the bottle, as I awkwardly slugged mine down too, while getting it.
The liquor was going to my head, maybe a little strongly… when you said “Everything good?” and before I could say anything, you reached over and ran your hand up the shaft of my erection, and as your thumb circled the head, you said “Enjoying this?” I could only nod, while the sensations felt soooo good, but I had already lost hope of cuming again. Then you said “Sometimes it’s just not enough for me.”
I felt a little inadequate, but I also realized in a small way it was true for me too, as I grew jealous of your vibrator, so I just kept nodding as you ran your hand back down the shaft and left it. I took your breasts, and leaned in for a kiss, and you didn’t disappoint me. I said “Look at all you’ve done so quickly, I guess I can do more too.” you replied “Your turn, finish your drink.”
You ended up laying with your head on my stomach, as your hand gently played with the result. Now you really weren’t talking to me, because I couldn’t see your face. Your seemed to be mumbling to another place, as I felt the tip of your finger go over the contours. Then you said “Do you enjoy this?” and I replied “Very much.” In reply you curled your hand around it, and started stroking me, not exaggerated, just at a comfortable pace. The sensations were marvelous, but still a little distance from my body. Then you said “Do you enjoy me doing this?” and I honestly said “Yes.”
Then you surprised me, and asked “Do you enjoy doing it by yourself, when you’re alone?” I stammered, and before I could assemble an answer… I heard you make that buzzing sound from Jeopardy, and you loudly said “Wrong answer!” Your head twisted around to stare at me, still comfortable resting on my stomach, your hand still slowly going up and down on the shaft. You were looking directly at me, so I admitted I did by saying “”Yes.” “I do too.” was your reply (but that was no mystery to me, since you often use your Toy). “Sometimes is it hard to cum?” you asked. I didn’t know where you were going with this, but said “Yes.” “Does thinking about me doing this to you, help you cum?” You struggled up on your knee’s, and started giving me a wonderful blow job (looking at me the whole time). “Yes. Yes, quite offen I think about that.” I replied
Then your knee went over me, as I felt you slip me inside you. You rose straight up, head tilted up and to the side, running one hand through your hair, while the other pushed both breasts up into motion, and I could feel you gripping me luxuriously as you went up + down, mouth parted as your tongue ran over your lips, giving me a sultry look… you asked “Does thinking about me doing this help you cum?” Very pleased I said “No! Only when I see you put your nipple near my mouth.” You smiled at that, because you knew it was an honest answer, but kept going, enjoying yourself…
Then you asked “Do you ever think about someone else to make yourself cum?” I looked away, trapped and said a pathetic “No.” so quietly I didn’t think you heard it, and suddenly you stopped and made the Jeopardy buzzer sound again. “Wrong answer! Too bad, I was starting to enjoy that.” as you climbed off me.
You spread out between my legs, and up on your elbows, put me back in your mouth (I was quite helpless!). Holding it still at the base, you sucked the top loudly, and then ran your tongue over the shaft, just like you were enjoying a popsicle. You were watching me very carefully, and seemed amused and genuinely interested, and paused and said “Don’t lie to me. I don’t care who, but you do.” It wasn’t a question, but not an accusation either, so I just nodded my head. “This is for Us!. You have Fantasies, and I touch myself over mine too. Does that hurt you?” and went back to giving me some marvelous sensations, still watching me. “A little.” was all I could say.
“So does that make you want to fuck me, or make love? Or you can close your eye’s and think of That someone else doing this to you. I won’t stop, and I’ll make it much better… would that help get you there?” and suddenly, true to your word, you went to town.
You continued to please me, until it got thick and I wanted back inside you. There was something different in you when we started up again, you closed your eye’s and became very intent on making me cum. Immediately after it ended, gently stroking my face as I recovered my breath, you said “Now that’s out there, that’s where we’ll leave it. Those healthy fantasy’s have always been in this house.
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