The drive was long and once inside, I headed straight for a quick shower. It was already late in the night and figured he would be asleep. The hot shower was refreshing, but I felt the creep of quietus taking over. It was out of the cascade into his bedroom. The moonlight filtered in revealing the welcome sight asleep under the sheets.

I slipped off my gown and crawled into bed. My boyfriend's scent made me smile ; it stirred in me a luxuria that I had suppressed the entire hebdomad. For a moment I starred at his physique resting next to me. My mind wandered, evoking images of us together. My sexual urge was easily pushing aside my ideas of slumber. I touched his berm and ran my fingerbreadth down the ridges on his arm.

My next move was critical, null too abrupt, as I wanted to abide by his eternal rest. I was not in the mode for a hard fuck and decided to go with the subtle approach. My fingers traced the sinew of his bicep ; to his back, down to his thigh. I searched for the hot spots that would move around him on. Oddly, they are not always in the same place, none-the-less well-heeled to find.

I could feel the shallow moans, but he was in a deep sleep, or was he simply playing with me and wanted more attention ? I continued to explore his dead body waiting for a sign to let me go further. He rolled onto his back releasing a guttural moan. I had my sign.

My touch traced across his abs up to his tit ; hard as rock'n'roll. I knew mine were already there, but always amazed at how even men's petite bumps could get so rigid. Taking one in my mouth, between my dentition, not toilsome, just a sonant nibble before using my tongue, provoked him, forcing him into a more limpid body politic. Secretly he loved it and this time was no different. He squirmed and gasped with every lick.

Without wasting any to a greater extent time, my hands moved on to former country, down his now flexed belly, over the soft eyepatch of hair, to his throbbing stopcock. Wait, did he trim ? I moved back up to feel the cheeseparing cut of his hair, a bit bristled, but much like the feel after a bracing haircut. To my surprise he was completely au naturel. I stopped for a moment. Was he expecting me ? Was this some variety of seduction gone wrong because I came over too belated ?

Without flock, it was all about texture, a prissy alteration of tempo. The shade of the veins, little bump I had not noticed before, the underlying unevenness of his shaft, all so challenging. Tracing around and up, I found the ridgepole of his circumcision just before reaching the crest of his mushroom shaped head. He moaned in approval of my exploration. Still no Word, but I did not expect any.

His other nipple waited patiently for my attention while my hand worked down his shaft to his delicate sac at the fundament. I never took observation of how soft it actually was and how tumid it felt. It moved, his testicles flinched against my tactile sensation. Fascinating. Next nipple and now it was meter to see how deft I could be. I needed to get myself set. Not like I wasn't already wet, but I wanted to be closer to my own orgasm. I did not have the advantage of my first one with his lingua or fingers. I was on my own.

His pelvic arch rose and fell against my heedful hand. My mouthpiece remained on his nipple while my other hand dipped inside my pussy, rubbing my clit in the process. sufficiency of this, I moved over his legs, so brawny and toned, something I definitely loved about him.

The moonlight accented his characteristic, but did not open me any material definition, just highlights that let me fuck where everything was. goodness enough. His peter jumped leaking pre-cum down the shaft. It was impatient and eager. My fingerbreadth twisted and turned as they retracted from my pussy, gathering my wetness. Perfect for coating his cock.

Once slippery and wet, I posted up, pushed the length of his shaft into my tender back talk. Sliding, using only my coxa, I pressed my clit against him. Back and Forth River, I wanted to cum, so close, just a bit more. The wetness from my cunt trailed over his cock, so cunning reminiscent of a slip and slide back when I was a kid. There, the mushroom head bumped, teasing my button, just the jog I needed. I came in silence, mostly anyways, just a soft drawn out moan as my coming tapered.

I was now ready and positioned him for introduction, nestling the capitulum just inside. Something about the first moments before penetration really got my heart racing. I tried to focalize on the pulsing mushroom-shaped cloud resting between my lips. Nothing visual, I just knew I was set up. Nudging forward, I felt him enter me ever so slightly. I gasped.

Was he more excited than usual ? Was this the supposed morning wood ? Whatever it was, he felt bigger which in bout made me feel tighter. instinct kicked in. His cock slid into me, parting my insides. I enjoyed the wearisome deliberate penetration.

Slow and long, this was not a frenzied fuck. He was the anxious type and taking my time was for sure to ram him crazy. I expected his hip joint to get going bucking and his hands to seize my waist, holding me to him. I was not let down completely, his work force did run to my legs, but rather than grab my pelvic girdle, they lightly massaged up my second joint around to my ass and back. It felt so nice.

Without his encouragement to go faster, I kept my movement sultry and smooth, all coxa : A change that allowed focus on myself. Moaning with joy, another orgasm washed over me, not a jolting one, more of an embrace. For the spirit of me I could not think of cumming like that before. Definitely a overnice surprise.

We continued to proceed together in rhythm. Subtle little coming ebbed and flowed. But I was not the only one enjoying our encounter. I teased his tit with my finger and noticed his groan becoming more consistent and louder. I reflected on the shoemaker's last meter and wondered if it had really been that long since our last encounter.

His moans started to interest me wondering if it would wake his roomie. Not something I usually concerned myself with, but not something I usually had to worry about either. He was not holding back and getting lost in the heating plant of it all. Another coming, I lost counting and not even sure if they were separate 1 or just one really long one. But I could feel the superstar deep inside of me. The flexing of my muscle, the uncontrolled gasps and secretiveness that took over. It was exhilarating and tiring.

sentence was measured in coming, but who was counting. As another crested, I could not help but notice he was still as stiff as ever and going strong, lasting longer than my anticipation. I actually wondered if he had taken a sample Viagra pill. I brushed it off without ill. The Energy between us was growing, sudor dripped from me. Our consistence were becoming glossy with our efforts.

No matter how many times it had happened, no thing how agile or slow, I could sense his impending orgasm. Some times it was his comprehensiveness, former metre it was his urgency as he thrust into me, often I could feel his cock dandy as it prepared itself, and sometimes he even announced it. This time, he never hastened, kept his moan in assay, no Christian Bible, but even this clock time he could not forestall the swell of his cock. Everything changed as an explosion deep inside of me erupted. His body jerked, his work force gripped and pulled me into him, his moans turned to grunts.

"Oh god yes !"He spoke.

Involuntary drift : another burst. It was my turn ; I used his flood tide to my benefit and joined the drive. The want to move waned, my inner brawn took over, milking the cum out of his cock. rush after rush, I was impressed with how much he had to hold. With each spasm, it filled me, staying thick inside.

I watched his body arch up into the air, pause and violently shake. For a moment he relaxed before it happened again. My mind tried to centre on the perfect display of my boyfriend underneath me, but failing to completely capture it all as my own body fell under the control of ecstasy. Only after I had aught left did I begin to notice the glisten of his sweat-covered trunk. He was breathing hard, his breast heave in exhaustion, a memorable mint indeed, inviting me to use it as pillow. I rested my question against him keeping him inside of me, twitching ever so slightly. My hand made on last toss over his body before relaxing, letting him drift back into a slumber.

My body had come to the end of its debilitation. With the Saami finesse that I started with, I pulled away, letting him splay gently out. One conclusion look at him before I maneuvered myself back onto my slope and pulled the cover version over us.

The next morning I awoke to an empty bed. He had gone. No morning seance for me, and no buss to start the day. I missed him already. The aroma of his body lingered in the sheets ; not much, but enough to inhale. It was a good night and with that thought I decided to head for a shower.

The hot H2O massaged my body, heating me up from the exterior as my memories warmed me from the inside. I was getting wet again.

"Honey ?"Ah, his voice tickled a nerve.

"Hey !"I poked my head out for a kiss. He was already dressed."Hmm, where you off to ?"

"Don't be crazy."He smirked."I just got home."

"Oh yeah right."I pulled back into the shower. The memory board of our conversation flashed. He had gone out with his friends.

"Hope my dad didn't give you heavy time about you sleeping over here."

"Um, yeah about that."

"Oh son of a bitch, sorry, I forgot to tell you he was coming over didn't I ? Sorry, did he hand you shit ? Said he was going to guilt you into sleeping on the couch so he could sleep in my bed if you stopped by. I told him to be overnice. .."His voice trailed as he left."I guess you won that one though, he's crashed on the couch. Good work honey. ”