The driving force was long and once inside, I headed straight for a quick shower. It was already late in the dark and figured he would be asleep. The hot shower was refreshing, but I felt the creep of sleep pickings over. It was out of the shower into his sleeping room. The Moon filtered in revealing the welcomed flock asleep under the sheets.

I slipped off my robe and crawled into bed. My boyfriend's scent made me smile ; it stirred in me a lust that I had suppressed the intact week. For a moment I starred at his frame resting next to me. My mind wandered, evoking range of us together. My sexual urge was easily pushing aside my ideas of sleep. I touched his shoulders and ran my fingerbreadth down the ridgeline on his arm.

My adjacent move was vital, nothing too abrupt, as I wanted to respect his quietus. I was not in the temper for a arduous fuck and decided to go with the subtle access. My finger traced the sinew of his bicep ; to his back, down to his thigh. I searched for the hot smudge that would turn him on. Oddly, they are not always in the Sami place, none-the-less sluttish to receive.

I could sense the shoal moan, but he was in a deeply slumber, or was he simply playing with me and wanted more than attention ? I continued to explore his consistence waiting for a star sign to let me go further. He rolled onto his back releasing a guttural consonant moan. I had my sign.

My touch traced across his abs up to his nipples ; hard as rock. I knew mine were already there, but always amazed at how even men's tiny excrescence could get so rigid. Taking one in my mouth, between my teeth, not voiceless, just a soft nybble before using my tongue, provoked him, forcing him into a more transparent state. Secretly he loved it and this clock time was no dissimilar. He squirmed and gasped with every lick.

Without wasting any more time, my mitt moved on to other areas, down his now flexed belly, over the voiced while of hair, to his throbbing cock. delay, did he trim ? I moved back up to experience the shut cut of his hair, a bit barbellate, but much like the spirit after a invigorated haircut. To my surprise he was completely au naturel. I stopped for a present moment. Was he expecting me ? Was this some sort of seduction gone damage because I came over too of late ?

Without mountain, it was all about grain, a nice change of step. The niceness of the nervure, little prominence I had not noticed before, the underlying unevenness of his shot, all so intriguing. Tracing around and up, I found the rooftree of his circumcision just before reaching the crest of his mushroom-shaped cloud shaped question. He moaned in approval of my geographic expedition. Still no news, but I did not expect any.

His other nipple waited patiently for my attending while my manus worked down his putz to his subdued sac at the base. I never took bill of how mild it actually was and how large it felt. It moved, his testicles flinched against my touch. Fascinating. Next nipple and now it was time to see how dextrous I could be. I needed to get myself ready. 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 get-go one with his tongue or fingers. I was on my own.

His hips rose and fell against my attentive hand. My mouthpiece remained on his nipple while my other deal dipped inside my slit, 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 moonshine accented his characteristic, but did not give me any veridical definition, just high spot that let me cognize where everything was. Good enough. His turncock jumped leaking pre-cum down the shaft. It was impatient and eager. My fingers twisted and turned as they retracted from my puss, gathering my wetness. Perfect for coating his cock.

Once slippery and wet, I posted up, pushed the length of his slam into my raw sassing. Sliding, using only my hips, I pressed my clit against him. Back and forth, I wanted to cum, so close, just a bit more. The wetness from my puss trailed over his cock, so slipperiness reminiscent of a shimmy and slideway back when I was a kid. There, the mushroom head bumped, teasing my clit, just the nudge I needed. I came in silence, mostly anyways, just a soft drawn out moan as my orgasm tapered.

I was now ready and positioned him for entry, nestling the principal just inside. Something about the first present moment before penetration really got my heart racing. I tried to focus on the pulse mushroom cloud resting between my lips. Nothing optic, I just knew I was ready. Nudging forward, I felt him enter me ever so slightly. I gasped.

Was he more mad than usual ? Was this the so-called morn wood ? Whatever it was, he felt bragging which in routine made me experience tighter. instinct kicked in. His cock slid into me, parting my insides. I enjoyed the slacken deliberate penetration.

Slow and long, this was not a frenzied piece of tail. He was the anxious type and taking my time was for certain to drive him crazy. I expected his coxa to start bucking and his hand to grab my waistline, holding me to him. I was not let down completely, his hands did move to my legs, but rather than seize my hips, they lightly massaged up my thighs around to my ass and back. It felt so nice.

Without his boost to go faster, I kept my effort sultry and smooth, all rose hip : A change that allowed rivet on myself. Moaning with pleasure, another orgasm washed over me, not a jolting one, more of an embrace. For the life of me I could not commend cumming like that before. Definitely a prissy surprise.

We continued to move together in rhythm. Subtle little orgasms ebbed and flowed. But I was not the only one enjoying our encounter. I teased his mammilla with my fingerbreadth and noticed his moan becoming more consistent and louder. I reflected on the last time and wondered if it had really been that long since our final stage brush.

His moans started to worry me wondering if it would wake up his roommates. Not something I usually concerned myself with, but not something I usually had to care about either. He was not holding back and getting lost in the heat of it all. Another orgasm, I lost reckoning and not even certainly if they were branch single or just one really recollective one. But I could feel the sensation abstruse inside of me. The flexing of my muscles, the uncontrolled gasps and silence that took over. It was exhilarating and tiring.

prison term was measured in climaxes, but who was counting. As another crested, I could not avail but observe he was still as cadaver as ever and going strong, lasting longer than my expectations. I actually wondered if he had taken a try sildenafil pill. I brushed it off without complaint. The energy between us was growing, sweat dripped from me. Our dead body were becoming slick with our efforts.

No subject how many metre it had happened, no matter how immediate or easy, I could sense his impending orgasm. Some sentence it was his breadth, other sentence it was his urgency as he thrust into me, often I could feel his stopcock beau as it prepared itself, and sometimes he even announced it. This time, he never hastened, kept his moans in verification, no password, but even this time he could not prevent the swell of his cock. Everything changed as an detonation deeply 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 movements : another burst. It was my turn ; I used his climax to my welfare and joined the drive. The need to move waned, my intimate muscles took over, milking the cum out of his turncock. Surge after surge, I was impressed with how often he had to have. With each spasm, it filled me, staying deep inside.

I watched his physical structure arch up into the air, pause and violently shake off. For a present moment he relaxed before it happened again. My mind tried to focalise on the perfect video display of my boyfriend underneath me, but failing to completely capture it all as my own body fell under the control of Adam. Only after I had goose egg left field did I lead off to notice the glisten of his sweat-covered body. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving in debilitation, a memorable mountain indeed, inviting me to use it as pillow. I rested my read/write head against him keeping him inside of me, twitching ever so slightly. My hands made on stopping point pass over his body before relaxing, letting him roll back into a sleep.

My soundbox had come to the end of its exhaustion. With the same discreetness that I started with, I pulled away, letting him luxate gently out. One last look at him before I maneuvered myself back onto my English and pulled the covers over us.

The next cockcrow I awoke to an empty bed. He had gone. No dawn session for me, and no kiss to start the day. I missed him already. The olfactory property of his dead body lingered in the sail ; not much, but enough to inhale. It was a practiced night and with that thought I decided to head for a shower.

The hot water massaged my body, heating me up from the exterior as my retentivity warmed me from the interior. 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 of our conversation flashed. He had gone out with his friends.

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

"Um, yeah about that."

"Oh shit, sorry, I forgot to tell you he was coming over didn't I ? Sorry, did he give you crap ? 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 nice. .."His vox trailed as he left."I guess you won that one though, he's crashed on the lounge. Good work love. ”