She arrived late at night, just a little before midnight. I was already asleep in bed when I heard her footsteps upstairs, and then suddenly she was sliding into bed next to me, undressed and warm. “Lie on your back” she told me, and I did. She fit herself against me, one leg thrown over my thighs, an arm draped across my chest. She kissed and nuzzled at my shoulder, and I put my arm against her back and pulled her in even closer. She pushed and pressed for several minutes, enjoying the position, but hungry for more touch, more contact. She clambered over me until she was straddling my hips, and then laid full upon me, her breasts pushed into my chest, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her face nuzzled into my neck. I kissed against her exposed neck, wet and hard kisses, and she purred in response, and ground her chest from side to side, dragging her nipples against the texture of my chest hair.
“Bring your pretty pussy to me” I growled. She smiled in the dark and sat upright and scooted along my torso, bringing her pussy to my face. I was surprised by how furry she had become; it had been so long since she had been able to make a waxing appointment. The tight little curls flooded my nose with her odor, the raw musk of her cunt, and I started licking desperately, parting the mossy pubes to find her lips within. I found her wet slit and started lapping hungrily. Her thighs tightened against my head and I heard her hands hit against the wall at the head of the bed. I was dizzy with sleep and lust, and had no finesse in me. I lapped greedily, plowing the furrow between her lips and then waggling my tongue against her clit, over and over until I heard her cry out and hammer the wall with her fists as an orgasm surged through her. I couldn’t quite suck at her clit like I usually do, so I settled for licking even more feverishly, relentlessly prolonging her orgasm, or driving her into another one, who could tell.
When she couldn’t take more, she pushed back down my torso, leaving a dewy trail down my chest as she went. She placed one foot beside my thigh to raise her hips slightly and reached between her legs to aim my cock. I pushed up and in and she took my cock with a welcoming sigh. I rolled on my hips slightly to better reach her, and then started thrusting wildly, holding her thighs open and struggling to get deeper with each stroke. My cock surged, thick and heavy, and I felt her thighs tremble and quiver under my palm as I thrust over and over. Suddenly I had all the energy in the world, and as she came loudly and wet, I continued pounding, shafting her just as hard, as thoroughly, while she was shaking and crying in release. Listening to her cry just made me harder and more determined, and I reamed her rudely while she twitched and spasmed on my cock, giving her no time to relax or recover. finally, I couldn’t hold back any longer and I thrust up and grabbed her hips and pulled down, settling as deeply as I could before shooting into her squeezing, grasping cunt. We laid still, feeling every waning pulse and throb, and the stillness was punctuated by our ragged panting.