My body and mind were wrecked from the long day spent taking our kids to their various lessons and activities. Kicking off the day with an early morning 5-mile run as the sun was beginning to peak over the horizon; I was ready to shower and climb back into bed for a nap due to the late night spent with Paul, going over our plans for our summer vacation trip. Trying to plan a trip with teenagers and trying to find creative ways to have a hour or two each day to keep our intimacy from being shelved for ten days is exhausting and a little bit arousing. We extended last night as we couldn’t hold back from a lights-out session of Paul taking me from behind!
As exhausted as I was throughout the day, I had constant reminders of our brief intimacy all throughout the day beginning with stripping for my post-run shower. Paul’s semen coated my vulva and my underwear as gravity and the up-and-down pounding from my run worked a fair amount of it out. As the day progressed, Paul’s fragrance would permeate my shorts or be present when I found time to have five minutes in the bathroom between the kids’ activities. The scent of his semen is intoxicating and causes me to get wet at a moment’s notice, further stirring up the scent of love-making inside of me.
After dropping off our kids for their weekly evening event, Paul and I had nearly four hours alone and by then, I was more than ready to spend time in the serenity of his arms and the comfort of his loving touch.
Paul was just coming inside from his workout and was soaked in sweat due to the unusually warm weather. I know that most women can hardly stand to be around their men when they are dripping with perspiration, but Paul’s scent ignites me. Seeing his arms and legs bulging and glistening turns me on already, but the pheromones his body releases through his skin almost always readies me to receive him. I directed him to our bedroom and commanded him to strip to prepare for his shower (I won’t let him into our bed with his body beading with workout sweat). I could see that he was already excited (thank you, Joseph Shivers!!!) before he began to peel away his workout clothes! Seeing his cock bulging in his shorts – the details of the head, the length of his shaft – my God, I wanted that in my mouth and inside of me NOW!
He was standing there before me, completely exposed as his hard cock stood outward and pointed. I approached him and reached my hands behind his neck and pulled his head down toward me so that our lips could meet. I slid my hand down and took hold of his saturated shaft with my right hand. My left hand was in his wet hair and I pressed my tongue in past his lips. His cock firmed up in my hand as sweat dripped from his forehead onto my face. I ordered him into the shower and I washed his sweat from my hands as he cleaned it from his body.
I wanted him badly! My pussy was dripping and the butterflies were warring within my abdomen – I was entirely unsettled with excitement. Though Paul was inside of me less than 24 hours ago and that time was heavenly, I didn’t cum (I have yet to orgasm from penetration) and I was in need of release! I craved his touch on my skin. I desperately wanted to feel the weight of Paul’s body on me. I was gripped with hunger for him and I couldn’t wait for the time it would take for him to remove my clothes. As he showered for me, I took everything off and uncharacteristically left it all in a mess on the floor. Sitting on top of it all were my panties that were visibly soaked with my wetness and what remained of Paul’s cum from the night before.
I couldn’t believe that I was starting to tremble at the moment that Paul shut off the water in the shower. I was as excited as I was the first time he and I were about to make love. Then, I was more fearful of what our first time together was going to be like. Would he like my body? Would I satisfy him? Would I get pregnant? Tonight, the anticipation of the orgasm that I knew would be amazing. The tension. The build-up. My ever-increasing sensitivity. The warmth of his lips and tongue on my body. Oh dear Paul, please hurry!
I wanted him to skip the slowness that he gives to me. I wanted him to not take his time. I LOVE how he starts with gentle touching and kissing and how he talks to me as we move through from the first kiss. I crave all of it. I also enjoy pushing his body onto the bed and taking control, climbing on top as I take his cock inside and ride him, hard and fast. There are other times that I want him to take control of me, bend me over the bed and take me from behind. The instant gratification is what I want. To feel his length and thickness moving my insides as he presses inward. The sensation of him sliding deeper until I feel his balls against me. There is nothing like it! On this day, as I watched him towel his wet and clean body, as hungry as I was for his cock to be inside of me, it was his mouth and tongue that I wanted on me at this instant!
I lay on the bed on my back with my feet pulled back towards my ass exposing my wet and hungry pussy to the bathroom door hoping that Paul sees me and receives the message I am sending. Standing in front of the mirror, Paul brushes his blond hair but has yet to glance at me either in the reflection of the mirror or directly. The afternoon sun is shining in and bathing my body in natural light and warmth. I can only imagine what my will see in me as soon as he turns his head toward me.
Without a moment of hesitation he moves to me and drops to his knees. The smile that stretched across his face told me that he knew exactly what I wanted. His already hard cock stiffened even more as soon as our eyes met just prior to bending down. Paul loves giving me oral almost as much as I enjoy receiving him. Not having his cock in hand (or mouth), I was left wondering how much precum was beginning to drip from him. As his tongue caressed my outer labia and the warmth of his presence began to overtake me, I couldn’t help but think of how much is being wasted as it flows to the floor beneath him. Savoring every drop of his seed and how it flows so freely from within him, I was missing my treat but delightfully aching as he moved his tongue around on me.
From that moment of first contact, I was in heaven. Gradually, I was able to let go of Paul’s wasted semen allowing myself to get lost beneath the control he had over me with his tongue. I felt him all over me. Occasionally, i felt his sexy tongue darting inside of me as he sought out any residual cum from the previous night. As much as I wanted to cum, I wanted to feel his presence upon me for as long as he could last. The conflict within me began to build as did my climb to ecstasy. I didn’t want to cum yet and yet I wanted to experience Paul’s gift immediately. His hands moved slowly up and down my thighs between the random grabbing of my ass. I didn’t want him to grow tired. The more that I thought about what he was doing to me made it increasingly difficult to keep my orgasm at bay.
Paul continued his tender yet deliberate licking of my lips and clitoris. The pressure deep within was mounting and I began to picture the relief of my orgasm followed by Paul’s cock entering me before my last wave of pleasure passed. At that moment, I lost control of my body. I was completely surrendered to Paul; he needed nothing more than his tongue to slay my body as the precious orgasm that I was drowning in, separated my consciousness from the physical world. I felt my abdomen convulsing and my legs began to quiver. My pussy was suddenly so hypersensitive that every movement of his tongue, regardless of pressure, was holding me in this state. The pleasure was fast becoming overwhelming transitioning to a pre-pain state.
“Fuck me, Paul, ” the voice within me sprang out without any measure of oversight from my brain, “I need you inside of me, NOW!” I continued. Paul immediately lifted himself and positioned the head of his beautiful penis near my opening and his eyes met mine. To him, I must have appeared to be starving; desperately hungering to have him enter me. He pushed in and I felt every inch of his cock displacing my extremely active insides. I was rocked by a chill that radiated outward from my pussy to my extremities as he penetrated me fully. He was inside me to my depths. I could feel him bottoming against my cervix producing a hint of pain with the blissful joy that he was giving me. I was tickled by his cock as my orgasm hadn’t fully subsided.
As he continued his deliciously deliberate stroking, my orgasm wouldn’t entirely abate. Paul kept me on the edge of wanting him to stop and to fuck me ceaselessly. I could feel his penis getting more firm inside of me and it was sending waves of heat throughout my body. My God, I love this man! He peered deep into my eyes and I could see that he was getting closer to cumming. His body is inside of mine and yet my soul was intertwined with his inside of him! The pleasure that I was feeling extended beyond the bounds of my body and it was as though I could feel what Paul was experiencing with each stroke. I could sense his impending orgasm from within him. The temperature in his cock seemed to keep my soul tethered to my body, stroke after precious stroke, my desire to feel his orgasm increased.
I didn’t realize that my hands had been on his biceps for quite some time. I was holding him as he pressed and withdrew from me. I slid my left hand down behind my ass. I wanted to touch him as he moved inside of me, cradling his balls. I drew my hand closer and as I made contact with his scrotum, my hand got wet with our fluids. Forcefully banging against my ass, his balls were saturated. I cradled my hand around him and they suddenly tightened. Paul let out the most beautiful guttural sound from deep within his chest as the explosive pulses began. I could feel his body pumping his precious semen into me both with my hand and my pussy. I could feel his body quiver with each pulse. I could feel his orgasm in my soul. My own orgasm had not fully subsided and his only intensified my own. He pressed his torso into me, penetrating me deeply as his cum jetted into me.
Receiving my husband’s seed is satisfying in that I am experiencing two sides of the same orgasm. The energy that is carried into me that is inherent within his semen provides me with a boost. I can discern a physiological change when he releases inside of me that lasts for hours, even if I did not have my own orgasm during sex. After the last pulse from his penis, Paul relaxed onto and remained inside of me. We kissed and cuddled and I felt his peaceful love and enjoyed his weight on my body. His penis remained somewhat hard, acting as a plug while retaining his semen inside of me. Paul’s gentle kisses on my cheeks, lips and neck relaxed me and I basked in his attention.
“Baby, I need you to lick my pussy,” I whispered into his ear as he pressed his face against mine. “You left a lot of cum inside of me,” I hinted, “I want to taste us!” I could feel the sudden burst of energy inside of me with the immediate hardening of Paul’s penis. The muscles in his face constricted telling me that he he was smiling with excitement at my suggestion. The subtle friction-sensation of his cock withdrawing from me was delightful and caused the butterflies to stir in my belly knowing that I was about to cum again.
I awoke and looked at the clock to see that it was almost 4:00am. Paul was passed out between my legs and we were both still naked. I was cold from laying exposed for a few hours. I remembered the last orgasm he took me to as I discerned the dried remnants of our love-fluids on his sleeping face. I got him to slide beneath the covers, turned out the lights and cuddled against him, fully contented and relaxed.
His alarm was going to sound in a few hours launching us both into another busy day. Those last few hours pressed against his skin were heavenly.