We started off by laying in bed talking. I'm not sure why. I guess it just felt comfortable. After a few minutes, he reached over and started stroking my breast, very lightly, gently. Soon his finger was circling my nipple and flicking it softly from time to time. As he continued, those little flicks started sending shudders through me. He chuckled at my attempts to continue the conversation as if nothing were unusual as each shudder of pleasure shot through me.
He turned onto his side and started kissing my neck as he slid a hand between my legs. I moaned as he touched me.
No more talking.
His fingers worked my clit slowly but exactly the way I like, my wetness letting him move easily. I arched my back and closed my eyes, trying to just enjoy the sensations, but my brain wouldn't shut up.
Is this going to last? Don't you think he's just going to make you feel comfortable and then pull away from you again? How many times are you going to let this happen?
Soon, though, my own moans of pleasure drowned out the doubts in my head and I realized I was pressing my pussy against his hand, gripping his arms tightly with one hand and stroking his hard cock with the other. As I started to shake, he slowed the motion of his fingers, but he pressed harder. He leaned back away from neck a bit to watch me cum. I opened my eyes and looked into his. He kissed me gently - not a kiss of passion, but one of tenderness. His fingers didn't stop until every last ripple of pleasure had subsided.
As he pulled his hand away, I closed my eyes again and stretched out like a cat, satisfied andcontent, making soft little purring sounds of gratification.
When I opened my eyes, he was kneeling on the bed next to me, with his erect cock just above my mouth. Hmmm, I thought. Not very subtle, is he? But he knows I like a man who makes his expectations known.
I rolled over on to my side, leaned up on my elbow, and took him into my mouth. I paused for a moment when I hit that moment of decision. Should I take him in a little at a time, teasing him? Or should I swallow him completely in one long, deep stroke? I chose the latter, took a deep breath, and sucked his cock all the way into my mouth on the first stroke, swallowing as I felt the tip hit the back of my throat. What came out of his mouth wasn't a moan, but a yelp-like groan. His arm shot out to steady him against the wall while I lovingly licked and sucked him the way I knew he liked - slow and deep, never fast. He liked to savor every single sensation. When I felt him get close to orgasm, I'd back off a little - not quite so deep, not quite as hard - until I heard his breathing even out again, then I'd go back to what I knew he wanted.
After bringing him to the edge like that several times, he lightly tapped my shoulder and said, "I want to fuck you." I kept sucking. He finally grabbed my hair and pulled my mouth off of him before moving to the other side of the bed and grabbing my hips, signaling that he wanted me on my knees.
I leaned forward on my elbows and lifted my rear up for him. He teased me first, sliding his cock up and down my wet pussy several times before giving it to me. I tried to lean back to take him in, but when I did, he just pulled away and said, "Wait..." so I became still and waited for him to enter me. When he did, he paid me back for my decision to swallow his cock all the way at the beginning of his blow job by pressing into me completely, fully, forcefully on the first stroke. I squealed, unprepared for rush of pleasure that was forced on me. He lingered deep inside me for a second or two before grabbing my hips and fucking me slowly - backing almost all the way out, then pressing all the way in, every stroke expressing an expectation.
I knew exactly what was expected of me. I started pressing back against him. As I moved faster, he moved slower, until he was kneeling still behind me and I was fucking him. I almost came a couple of times, but I bit my lip thinking of something completely non-sexual (this time it was a conversation I'd had with Daunt over lunch earlier in the day), trying to wait, to make it last. I started to laugh at my orgasm-suppressing memory, until felt the pleasure taking over, against my will and I started to cum. I bucked back against him, biting the pillow, trying not to make too much noise, stopping the motion for a moment with his cock buried inside me as a few final shudders reverberated through me.
At that point he grabbed my hips and started fucking me fast and hard. In about 30 more seconds, he came, pulling me back onto him. That 30 seconds felt amazing - half a minute of total lack of control as he had his way with me while my orgasm was still pulsing in me. I reveled in the understanding that I couldn't stop if I wanted to, and the realization that no matter where I went or who I met or who I fucked, I would always be his.
He pulled out of me and collapsed onto the bed next to me. "That was really nice," he said, "but I think you had more fun than I did." I giggled and moaned, "Yup."
I rolled over onto my back and he kissed me again.
"I love you, Kat," he said.
"I love you too, Hubby."