Various obligations have gotten in the way of physical pleasure lately, but last night was a bright reprieve. Maybe it was sleeping in a strange bed. I woke up in the middle of the night, and moved closer to M, spooning her tight against my chest and belly. Still asleep, she pushed back slightly, pressing firmly against me. I snaked a hand over her waist and up her nightshirt to cup her breast. Her breast felt so wonderful, so perfect in my hand, firm, high and tight, and her nipple was already half-stiff (although more from the cold than from my cuddling). I started stroking her nipple and felt it rise to full stiffness, sharp and eager.

I slipped my other arm under M’s neck, around her shoulder and slipped into the top of her cleavage. I stroked and pinched her nipple with that hand, and my other hand strummed down her belly and found her pussy. Her lips were retracted all prim and proper, displaying only a thin vertical line to the outside world. I gently stroked up and down that line, brushing my finger over her hood and slightly parting the furrow. She leaned her hip back against me, opening her thighs a little and I felt her lips start to part, like flowering petals opening to the warmth. I rubbed M’s hood against her hidden clit and heard her moan softly. I increased my pinching of her nipple and stroked her clithood a little more ardently. She came fully awake, and I moved my mouth in to suck and bite at the base of her neck. The combination of pleasures brought her to full attention, and she groaned quietly as a climax was wrenched from her. She was taking pains not to wake anyone else in the house with our late night romp, and I was determined to make that as difficult as possible for her. No sooner than her orgasm had subsided than I started stroking again, reaching my fingers low to find the first hint of moist arousal from her cunt, then stroking her clit aggressively again. I sucked at her neck in a way that made her squirm and rolled her nipple between my fingers like I was gauging the weight of cloth. She rolled her head to face a pillow and cried into it as her body went rigid from another violent orgasm.

M pushed away from me and shoved the blankets down to the foot of the bed, uncovering me. My cock jutted into the air, and she moved to it with a hunger. She gave me one lap from root to the plum head, and then took it into her mouth and started sucking fiercely. My legs went rigid with pleasure as her head bobbed up and down, her lips holding a tight seal on my cock and her tongue massaging my shaft and she sucked me off. I moaned, despite myself, and fought the urge to hold her head and fuck her mouth like I wanted to fuck her pussy. I was so swollen and stiff, I thought I was going to burst at the seams, and still she sucked me, like she was hungry for the salty pre-cum. I was whimpering slightly when she finally let my cock pop free from her mouth. She climbed over my hips and lowered herself on my wet, twitching prick. Both of us sighed in relief at the warm glow saturating our loins. She perched on my cock and used her thighs to bounce up and down, fucking me hard. She lowered her head to my chest almost curled in the fetal position while riding my cock roughly. “Suck me!”, I whispered. “Suck my nipple!” She obliged, turning her head and pulling at my tiny nipple. I was used to being the aggressor, but the feeling of being so thoroughly used, serviced was driving me out of my mind. Her hips pumped up and down, stroking my cock with her velvet pussy, warm, wet and so tight. Her mouth pulled and played with my nipple, and all I could do was lie back and take it. “I’m going to cum…” I warned her, but she only redoubled her efforts. I arched my back, trying to get my cock as deeply in her as I could and then spasmed hard, filling her with semen, throbbing in her. She stayed poised over me, lost in her own contractions, feeling my cock pulse and surge inside her. She finally lifted off and rolled onto her side, where I gave her a kiss of thanks.