M woke up a couple of hours after me and came upstairs to find me at the computer. I gave her a “Good Morning” and asked if she might be willing to revisit the bed for a bit. She grinned and said, “Sure!”
We slid between the sheets and she started warming my chilled body. We cuddled close, face to face, and she squealed softly each time my icy hands brushed her back or hips. As I warmed up, she pressed closer and we kissed, long lingering kisses like teenagers. She pushed me onto my back and laid her hot body against the length of me, radiating heat into my chest and continuing to kiss me from above. Her pussy bore down on my cock, and ground against the stiffness. With very little prompting, she slid forwards along my body, dragging her pussy up my belly, up my chest, and finally she was straddling my head, with her pussy poised just over my mouth.
I inhaled deeply, taking in her heady aroma. I started nuzzling against her thighs and open labia, and licked gently, parting the lips and moistening the folds. M braced one hand against the wall and another on my head, and parted her thighs a little more to sink lower onto my mouth. I took that as my cue to become a little more aggressive. I built a slow steady pace of gentle lapping along the shaft of her clit. M is so impatient, she twisted and rolled her hips trying to get a little more, but I have learned from long experience that she cums harder if I make her wait just a little bit, if I drag it out. So, I bend and flex to resist her pressing for more, and maintain my steady strokes. It took a few minutes, but when her orgasm finally hit, she’s nearly incoherent, getting out a grunt that somehow meant, “Stop licking, just press, squeeze” and so I pulled her clit hood between my lips and pressed, held, until her trembling subsided. I gave her just a moment of open her eyes and take a deep breath, and started again, high on the shaft of her clit. Her pussy was flowing with musk now, and I lapped it up hungrily, and when she rolled her hips forward I obliged by lapping directly at the head of her clit, which made her cry out loudly. I am really enjoying being in a house, when we don’t have to worry about being noisy.
When she could breath again, she dragged her wet pussy back down my torso, and slid right down onto my flagpole cock. We immediately started a hard pace, her rocking from above and me thrusting up from below. Her eyes were clear and focused until I reached up to cup her breasts and gently pinch her nipples. Then her eyes rolled back and she started cumming again, a vision that makes my cock strain. I thrust harder and faster, forcing one more orgasm into her just as I cum what feels like pints. She planted her hands on my chest and sagged there, feeling the pulse and throb of my cock. When she could feel my erection dwindling, she rolled onto her side and pushed back against me for spooning and pillow talk.