Yesterday we didn't have sex, a rare thing. It just didn't happen--we noticed but didn't fret about it
Then today we went out with friends. We watered our community garden. We bought yogurt, ice cream.
On the truck ride home, I was feeling horny. "You know what I want?" I asked as he drove.
"What?" he said.
"Your tongue on my nipple," I said.
"We can work on that," he said.
Home, he gave me what I wanted. We went to bed. I lay on my back, and he crouched beside me, licking and sucking on one nipple while this hand played with the other.
I couldn't get enough and moaned, trying to be quiet but feeling my cunt ache.
"I want you so badly," I said. "I want you in my pussy."
He pulled down his chonies and I touched his cock while he played with my nipples. I cupped his balls and gently squeezed.
His cock was hard in my hand, and I begged him for it. Instead of fucking me, he lay down beside me and played with my tits more.
"I want you," I said.
"I want you," he said.
"Please fuck me," I said.
He positioned his body above mine. The head of his cock entered me. I touched my nipples as he fucked me slowly.
Outside, the wind was blowing. The neighbors were silent. I felt like our bed was a sacred world.
I moaned for him and pushed up against him. "Don't come yet," I whispered, and he stopped. I wanted to come so badly.
He fucked me again. He moved his legs between my legs so that he was pushing up against me at a different angle. It felt so good.
"I'm going to die," I said.
"Don't do that," he said. "I need you."
I wasn't really listening to him. I was feeling my entire body respond to him. I was feeling myself moving closer and closer to coming.
Then he would stop so he wouldn't come, and we would rest for a moment. We stayed together like that, still.
Then he would fuck me again. I looked at him, and his eyes were rolled back in his head. "Tell me if you're going to come," I said.
He started to fuck me harder. I raised my knees so he was in me deeper. His slick cock was moving inside my slick cunt. Something in me was rising.
"I'm going to come," he said.
I knew I was going to come too. He fucked me, and then he was coming. I moved against him, and as he was ejaculating, I felt my face contort into a wide-mouthed silent cry, and then the feelings were pounding inside me. I grabbed him and held on hard.
We stayed like that--then he lay down beside me, and we said we loved one another. We kissed.
"I'm very happy with you," I said.
"I'm very happy with you," he said.
"You seem unfazed," I said. "Is that true?" I was smiling.
"I think I'm fazed," he said.
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