Thoughts on a rainy Monday afternoon:
Just a few short days ago, I was lying in the sheets with G. We were naked and recovering from our first round of sex. My head was resting on his chest near his shoulder and my hand was absent mindedly stroking his chest hair as we chatted. Every once in awhile, he'd kiss the top of my head. I can't remember exactly what we were talking about, but as my hand trailed over his body I happened to notice a slight stir. "My, my, my," I thought to myself. "Has someone recovered already?"
I let my hand dip lower and began to trace a finger along his shaft. It definitely twitched in response. G asked me what I was doing, but I could tell there was a smile in his voice. I said that I was just checking something.
I kissed his chest as I let my hand begin to stroke him. His cock got even harder. When I lifted my head and looked up, I saw that he was laying back with his eyes closed. He was enjoying himself. I wanted that to continue.
I slid my body down and took him in my mouth. His eyes flashed open as he let out a, "Fuck!". Then they closed again as I continued.
I love the taste of cock that has recently been inside a pussy (in this case, mine). I told him that he tasted like sex. Then I teased him by asking if he'd ever want me to lick another woman's pussy juice off his cock. He groaned and his cock let me know that the thought definitely had appeal to him. I chuckled to myself about men and their threesome fantasies.
I was loving how relaxed G was in this moment. I decided to just continue being in charge. I took him back in my hand, and shifted my position so that I was straddling him. He was smiling at me now, with his eyes watching my every move. I told him to just lay back and relax. Let me do the work.
I slid down deep.
Truth be told, when I'm on top, I can be a bit selfish. I wasn't necessarily reading his signals to figure out what felt good for him. Instead, I was noticing how nice my clit felt when it brushed against him. I experimented with a slow grind and minimal up and down movement. I leaned forward to kiss him, and then sat back up to continue my ministrations.
He encouraged me with his groans, a bit of his lip, and a guttural, "That's it baby. Grind on me."
It didn't take long for my slow grind to lead to an orgasm...and after I cum, I love a hard cock pushing against my gspot. So, I sat fully up and began to focus more on an up and down motion. His hands grabbed my hips. He thrust up as I thrust down. I told him that I could feel my wetness leaking out of me. I also already had one load of his cum inside me. I was sure I was making him quite messy. He assured me that he likes being messy.
I came again.
My pussy walls clamped around him tightly as my hands gripped his chest. He smiled at me, loving my o face and the fact the he had inspired it. I kept going. Now it was a combination movement -- A bit of hip circles and grinding, a bit of rocking and getting that cock deep inside me. I wanted one more hard orgasm before I was done. It took a few minutes, but G didn't seem to mind. In fact, he appeared to be enjoying every blissful second.
After climaxing again, I decided that I would stop being selfish
I slid myself off. I knew G was close and I wanted to really focus on his pleasure. I cupped his balls gently with one hand, massaging them as I stroked his cock with the other. My tongue danced over the tip of his shaft. He was moaning. I picked up the speed of my stroke and took the tip in my mouth.
"Fuck, you are going to make me cum," he said.
As I felt his cock begin to pulse, I took him out of my mouth and let the load shoot all over my lips, cheeks and chin. I rubbed him on my face as he spurted out a bit more. Then I took him back in my mouth to make sure that nothing was left behind. I was very proud of myself for my technique, for being in charge the entire time, and for the look of complete pleasure on G's face.
I was also sure to include my husband - Adventurer got a picture of my cum-covered, well satisfied face. He was at the office and quite enjoyed my messy smile.
