1 comments/ 8487 views/ 1 favorites Be My Valentine By: Kuixing When they arrived back at the lodge, it was already dark. The sun's afterglow rent a streak across the horizon, illuminating the undersides of clouds and silhouetting the mountains in brushstrokes of blood red, autumn orange, copper and gold. They put their cross-country skis in the rack outside the inn's door. The soft glow from the lantern lights illuminated their faces, and he gazed at her. Her complexion was bright pink from the cold, and her soft brown hair stuck out in tufts around the white fur of her ski parka. She looked into his brown eyes that were sparkling with happiness, little crinkles around his eyes highlighting his ruddy cheeks. "Did you have fun?" he asked, sliding his arms around her waist. "It was wonderful," she replied. "I think I'm really getting my kick stride down." She pushed her foot back, as if she were skiing, and in doing so pressed her body closer to his. "It was a pleasure to watch you, I'll tell you that," he said, nuzzling her neck and running his hands down her back, holding her close. "You look absolutely stunning in those ski pants," he added, taking her derriere in his hands and giving her a squeeze. "Not here," she sighed, her breath warm on his ear as she twisted out of his arms. "But it's Valentine's Day, and this is our treat to each other. Can't I have even one little squeeze?" he pleaded. A sensual smile played on her face. Then she leaned forward and kissed him invitingly on the lips. Once in their chalet suite, she said, "Brrr. I'm cold. Can we soak in the jacuzzi before dinner?" "I can't think of a better idea," he said. "I'll go check the water temperature." She came into the tiled jacuzzi wearing a big, fluffy terry cloth bathrobe. She smiled, turned, and took her robe off as she sank into the tub across from him. He had only a moment to let his eyes roam over her naked form, yet it was enough to stir him. They touched softly in the warm, bubbling water. "Oh, this feels so nice," she said. He slid his foot up the inside of her leg until it was resting against her soft muff, then he wriggled his toes gently. "Umm, that feels even nicer," she said, rising up over his legs to slide into his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist; her breasts floated in the water, tempting him to kiss them. He could not resist; he drew her nipple between his lips, caught it in his teeth and tugged gently, then sucked it into his mouth where he could loll it around on his tongue. "Ohhhh," she said, pressing herself more tightly to him. His penis was utterly erect between them, and she rubbed and nuzzled and slid up against him until it rested against her clitoris, then she rubbed him against her in slow, deliberate up and down strokes. His hot, hard manhood felt so good, and she could feel her clitoris responding, sending hot waves through her body. She sought his lips and opened her mouth to his in a warm, wet kiss that went on and on until they knew they had better get out and go to dinner now, or they never would. He put on slacks and a ski sweater and waited while she dressed in the bedroom. When she came out he was carried away by her all over again. She wore a corduroy skirt and a turtleneck under a big, soft ski sweater. A touch of makeup lightly accentuated her blue eyes, and her hair was brushed into warm reds, burnt umbers, and browns. "God, you look beautiful," he said, and she smiled and walked into his arms. They kissed lightly, and he could smell her arousal on her skin, taste her desire on his lips. Or was it his own? At dinner, they talked between visitations by the waiter. They sat close, so they could hold hands while they ate. It was all either of them could do to concentrate on eating, but the food was wonderful after their exercise, and the inn and the dining room were enchanting. It was during salad that he felt something against his leg, and it startled him; then he looked at her, saw the mischievousness in her eyes, and knew it was her. She had taken off her shoe and was sliding her foot up his pants leg. He responded in kind: when she took up her fork, he let his hand disappear under the table and touched her knee. He slid his hand up her leg, crossed over the top of her stocking and squeezed gently. Her knees, pressed together, relented slightly and he moved his fingers between her thighs. She looked into his eyes and her mouth opened, the desire to kiss him written all over her face. Somehow, they made it through the rest of dinner. He took her into the small bar, where a trio played light jazz and old standards. When the combo began playing "My Funny Valentine," he asked her to dance and they held each other closely, lightly, hands squeezing, fingers eager to entwine, their bodies desperate to cling together. Every so often their lips would meet, a kiss full of promises. Once they had one of their perfect kisses. Neither knew how it happened, or what made it so; it was a kiss where their lips and hearts met in perfect unison, a kiss that took their breath away, swept them up and bespoke their love for each other, a kiss that said "I'll never let you go," that bound them freely but totally to one another. When it finally ended, they were standing still, holding hands, and no one else was dancing. The band played on, smiling at them. He pressed his lips close to her ear, nuzzling her hair, and said, "Darling, I love you so." She replied by pressing up close to him, kissing his neck again and again to show her devotion. When they couldn't stand it any longer, they went back to their suite. The bed looked utterly inviting. He turned to her to resume kissing as she began unbuckling his belt. In a matter of moments they were lifting sweaters, ripping each other's clothing off, and when they were naked they flung their bodies together and fell on the bed in an embrace. She ran her hands up the back of his neck, all the while kissing him wherever her lips fell, which sent him into a frenzy of desire. She paid careful attention to the places where he was sensitive and erogenous; it had been an adventure to discover them, to learn just how to touch each place, what kind of intensity or gentleness or pressure he liked there, and how it would arouse him. Sounds came from him, soft, halting, not quite moans, not quite words as passion ripped through his body. She knew she could make his penis hard if she took it in her hand or mouth; what was far more pleasurable for her, and for him, was when she could do the same thing by kissing or nibbling or licking him in a special place. He reached his arms around her and pressed her tight against his body, so that he could feel her breasts against his chest, their bellies taut against each other, their legs and toes entwining. His penis stuck up between them, tumescent and hot. He ran his hands over her downy skin; it was like velvet to his touch, a thirst that he could not slake, this touching. He would skim his fingertips lightly over her shoulders, down her back, then grip her firmly at her waist, pulling her tight against him. He would run his hands over the swell of her hips, then take her derriere in both hands and squeeze gently. He loved to touch and squeeze her there; her cheeks were small yet firm, shaped into an almost perfect heart. He always loved to cup her in his hands and sense the vulnerability that she rendered unto him when he held her that way, that said she gave him permission to take possession of her body. He put both his hands at the small of her back and pulled her even closer, then reached down and squeezed one of her cheeks gently. There was an especially erogenous area he would touch lightly with his fingers, the soft curve where her cheek became her thigh, and he touched her there now. His finger traced around her plump rump and followed her firm thigh muscles, then ran to the inside of her leg and came back up to that erotic curve. But as he did so, his fingers slipped into the crack between her cheeks and he felt moisture – the slick, warm moisture of her womanhood. He slid his fingers further down, down, deep and down; she was soaking wet with her love juices. This aroused him further and he pulled back so that his penis slipped between her legs, grazing her clitoris as it did so. "Oh!" she said, bolting a little, shuddering, then clinging to his body with her own. She pressed her tummy up against his so that her clitoris rubbed against his penis, and hooked a leg around him to keep him tight against her, then she began a slow, sensual rubbing up against him. She loved to hold him, stroke him with her arms, her legs, her belly, her toes. There was something about his body that made her want to blend into him until she couldn't tell where she ended and he began. Sometimes he made her feel like that in the night, when they were sleeping, even when they weren't holding each other or spooning. There was something just about his body warmth, just knowing he was close, that drew her to him, made her want never, ever, to be away from him. They always talked in bed; sometimes they would fall asleep on their backs holding hands, or with her cradled in his arm and her head on his chest, or perhaps with an arm flung over one another. In the morning they would awake all tangled up in each other's arms and legs, mingled in desire, lips pressed together; sometimes they would make love at once. She recalled one time when they awoke in the middle of the night, a full moon bathing their bedsheets, to find themselves making tender love. He stretched his body taut against hers. Their lips met softly at first, then locked in a hot, wet, passionate kiss. Her tongue came between his lips, asked for his; they French kissed lightly, gently, exploring each other's tongues and lips with flicks and sallies back and forth. Her hands played at the back of his neck; his grasped her gently at the waist, then moved up her back in slow, sensual strokes. Then he was inside her; it just happened. She was so wet he had slipped into her, and she could feel the heat of his hot, erect penis as she bathed him in her love juices. His hand went down her back, across her derriere, and into the cleavage, pulling her closer, deeper. She was wet everywhere, and it aroused him powerfully. He slid his hand between her thighs; she was bathed in pussy juice, and he drew his hand through it, basking in the warmth and sultry slickness it made on her skin. He withdrew his penis from her, then bent down between her legs. Her pubic hairs glistened and sparkled with love juice; a rivulet ran from between the bright pink petals of her flower. He touched her there with his finger, watching her open to receive him. Then he bent his tongue to that place and licked the juice from the petals of her pink rose of desire, and she arched her back to press her pussy into his kiss. He scooped her derriere up in both hands and pulled her hungrily to his mouth, licking her pussy, sucking the sweet love juice into his mouth, feeling the warm, silky moistness lubricate his cheeks as they moved between her soft thighs, smelling the delicate, musky scent of her. She intoxicated him; she drove him wild with desire, and he pressed his face between her legs again, and again, kissing, licking, nibbling her clitoris, then sucking it, passing his tongue into her, driving her wild with desire. She reached down and took his penis in her hand, and in the way she held him, he knew what she wanted. He rose on his knees and let her put him back inside her pussy. Ah, she was so warm, so silky around him. He could feel the lubriciousness that her love juices created, and yet he could feel the texture of her inside as well. God, he was so hot, so very, very turned on, his penis felt too large for its skin. He eased himself into her, felt himself fill her wide, then deep, until he touched something and she shuddered. He moved a little, probing, and she moved to meet him, shuddering sighs coming from her. They had found her G spot, and the tip of his penis was there. He moved in little ovals, grazing it, listening to her moan, feeling her hips press against him. She could come, and he could feel how close it was for her. But not yet; he wanted to build the desire in her more before she began her exquisite symphony of orgasms that he loved to explore with her. He withdrew, slowly, with many little strokes and kisses and caresses, then he sat cross-legged on the bed and pulled her over to him. She looked at him, her blue eyes pleading with desire. He smiled, took her fingers and kissed each one. Then he began kissing his way up her arms, seeking her erogenous zones. He knew she loved it when he kissed her palms and the inside of her wrists. He kissed the yellow rose tattooed on her right breast, an act of devotion and praise both to her and the symbol. There was a spot near her shoulder that he nuzzled, then he licked her with the tip of his tongue along her neck, to her earlobe, now nibbling, which drove her into another state of passion. He could feel it ripple through her, and he put his hand between her legs; she was getting wet all over again. He ran his palm up and down her pussy, stroking and petting her clitoris, letting his fingers slip into her, bathing his hand in her love juices. Then he brought it to his face and licked it off, like honey, offering her some as well. She took his hand in hers, held it, and sucked it off his fingers. Then they kissed again and tasted her together. It was not her favorite thing, to taste herself, but it turned him on and she loved his desire, she loved it when he sighed like a hummingbird in her ear, whispering his passion to her as he held her and stroked her. He made her feel so sensual, so alive, so like a woman to him. She craved his body, but her heart longed for that safe place where he took care of her, and when he held her in his arms and touched her so gently and sensuously, and when he spoke to her and told her how lovely she was and how happy she made him, that she was the best lover and the sweetest woman he had ever known, then she felt safe and cared for, and she cocooned with him. Something would happen inside her, involuntary, like the way he made her get so wet, wetter than she had ever been for any man. It was a special way her pussy would enclose him, the way she opened up to him and how she could hold his penis, somehow he went deeper inside her, somehow she held him tighter, somehow she could feel him more intensely, and he seemed to grow, to get larger, more metaphysically than in reality, she was sure, but the intensity of feeling them joined together like that would make her lightheaded and they were lost then, they were lost to each other, their lovemaking transcended the physical sensation of his penis filling her up and with each gentle stroke he made inside her, every sigh, every movement, every whisper, every touch, seemed to draw them toward a light that pulsed in her heart, it made her want to cry it was so beautiful, and she gave it all back to him, she didn't know how, but she knew he could feel it because it carried him away, too, and when she felt that it carried her up and away all over again. His hands moved to her waist where he squeezed her, then he slid his hands to her thighs and squeezed her again. His nostrils were filled with her scent, both the sweet scent of pheromones from her skin and the heady musk from between her legs. He reached around her, took her derriere in his hands and squeezed her again, and in so doing she shifted toward him, wrapped her legs around his waist, and led his throbbing penis inside her. It felt warm and calming here inside her; he was so big he could feel the skin stretched taut against the tip of his penis, so taut it almost hurt, but now it eased a bit and he could feel her tighten her muscles around him, encircling the base of his penis and holding him, then sliding up and back down in a delicious way that thrilled him but took the edge off as well. He had been looking at the two of them, at his penis sliding in and out between the petals of her flower, watching as their pubic hairs, all alight with sparkling pussy juice, intermingled. It was nice to see himself inside her, to see her smooth alabaster thighs wrapped around him, to look at the sensual curve of her feminine belly as it pressed against him, then moved back to reveal her garden of love, then touch him again. He lifted his gaze to her eyes and saw she was looking at him and he took her in his eyes and she took him in her eyes and they touched deeply. Their movement stilled, but he could still feel himself inside her, held gently by her body, and they looked into each other's eyes and squeezed together. He could feel the emotion rise up through his chest, like heat straight from between their legs, and it made him shudder inside. She could feel his penis and then it blended into her and warmth radiated out from where they were linked and made her feel lightheaded again. And as they looked into each other's eyes, they seemed to enter one another all over again. They looked and their eyes widened, and the widening kept opening up and they kept going further inside, deeper inside, and her lips were seeking his but she would not break their gaze, and a slight breeze seemed to come up like a breath that gives life, and their eyes touched, something inside and outside, warm and soft and pure like air touched, and they came like that, they came together like honey pouring all over their bodies, warm honey flowing over them and filling their hearts and tummies, and he could feel her come because she took him like a lover's kiss and held him tight and gushed honey all over him, he could feel her honey pouring out of her warm all over his balls and it felt so good, and she could feel him coming, pulsing like a heartbeat, the head of his penis pounding against her G-spot inside, pulsing and pounding and filling her up as each throb traveled from the base of his penis up through her and deep into her and she cried, "Oh, God, oh my God, Oh! Oh!" and her body was racked with more emotion than she could bear. The intensity strummed her like a Flamenco guitar and every time she felt she could take no more, another wave traveled up his penis and pounded into her G-spot like an ocean wave, spilling and pouring over her soul in warm, swirling currents. But now a calmness began to overtake them; their eyes, still locked, drew the powerful energy away from their limbs, their flesh and, still embracing, still kissing, the energy became a trade wind that took the ragged edge off the orgasm they had shared. They kissed with their eyes, like they kissed with their mouths, like they kissed between their legs. The energy diffused and they became aware of their fingers, arms, touching, they way they were locked together, she sitting in his lap with her arms and legs wrapped around him like she would never let him go. He was still big and hard inside her; they could both feel him. She knew he had climaxed with her; it was another extraordinary thing that had happened in their lovemaking. Before, he had been a man like any other, who ejaculated and thought it was an orgasm. After sex, his penis would shrivel and they would be done. Before, she had had sex, and if she was fortunate, more than one orgasm. But with him, she had become truly multi-orgasmic, and so had he. He could bring her to the edge and take her over again and again; she had brought peace and acceptance to his soul, and he had discovered the difference between simply coming and having a true orgasm. They were like musical instruments to each other, and they delighted in bringing each other's music forth. Perhaps, they had thought, it was because of this giving to one another that they had discovered so much more in lovemaking. Perhaps this gift was because each sought to give each other pleasure, to love the other person and make them feel good, rather than to just seek their own physical satisfaction. Or perhaps, they thought, these incredible orgasms they shared were because they were so deeply in love with one another. Be My Valentine, Baby These letters are fictional between me and my friend Lee. * Dear Chrissy, I know it's not V-day yet, but thought to get things started early! The idea was for you to be out of the house while I make us a romantic dinner. Before you go, I thought to take the edge off a bit. Starting with a sensual massage that leaves goose bumps all over your body. I then lick, suck and nibble your inner thighs until reaching your glistening wet pussy. Feel my hot breath on your clit? I part your lips with my probing tongue. It slides deeper into you and is frenching out your pussy. I know your lips are more open for me to push two fingers inside. They rub along your g-spot while my palm massages your clit. I add a third finger and you beg me not to stop. Fortunately, I have plenty of surprises in store for you tonight. Until then I start to finger fuck you with increasing energy. Your hips are shaking and I hear you screaming that you are going to cum. I add a fourth finger and push them all along your g-spot as I consume your clit. It isn't long before you reward me with your honey all over my fingers and face. You then tell me that you need to hit the salon and mall before going to take a nice shower before taking your time getting ready. I just get hard thinking of how you are getting ready and how you spent the day. Love, Lee ************ Dear Lee, Well, I guess that after you finished fingering and eating me, I'd sit up on the bed and pull you close for a deep passionate french kiss so I could taste my juices on your lips and tongue, then I'd get up and choose my sexiest outfit, laying it aside for the romantic night ahead of us. I'd grab a pair of sweats and a t-shirt, bra & undies from the dresser and head into the bathroom to take my shower, stopping at the bathroom door to wiggle my ass at you playfully. I turn on my cd player in the bathroom with my favorite cd in it, then turn on the water in the shower and step in when it's the right temp for me. I shampoo my hair and shave my legs and armpits and pussy til they are all nice and smooth for you, babe. I'd wash with my favorite lilac scented soap, then rinse off and wrap a big fluffy towel around my wet body, and another around my hair, then go back into the bedroom to dress. I pull on my see-thru lace bra and matching bikini panties and I get an idea in my head which I will put into action later as a surprise for you. Then I put on my shirt and pants and a pair of socks, and sit on the bed to brush my hair as you watch me, with a sexy grin on your face. I don't bother putting on any make-up since that will be done at the salon. You get off the bed and dress in a pair of tight black jeans and a blue polo shirt and your socks, then you put on a pair of black cowboy boots as I slide my feet into my sneakers. We go down stairs and get our coats and you drive me to the salon at the mall and drop me off while you do some errands to get ready for the night ahead. I go into the salon and get my hair, nails and make-up done, and you pick me up 4 hours later. We go back home and I hurry upstairs to our bedroom to change my clothes. I put on a red cupless lace bra, matching crotch less panties, a black lace garter belt and silk stockings, then slide on my black leather mini-skirt and a tight red shirt with a pink rhinestone heart above my left breast. I slide my feet into my 3 inch red heels and splash on a bit of my fave perfume, which I know drives you wild every time I wear it. Half an hour later, I come downstairs slowly so I don't fall, and I walk into the dining room to see a romantic table set for two. There is a vase in the center of the table full of red and pink roses, and red candles are lit on either side of the vase. The aromas of dinner are floating out from the kitchen and it smells wonderful. I start to go toward the kitchen and you come out with 2 plates of lasagna in your hands and place them on the table, then you pull my chair out and I sit while u go back into the kitchen. you come back out with the wine and a bowl of salad. We sit down and eat and chat the whole time........ Love Chrissy ******** Dear Chrissy, After dinner, we are sitting on the couch staring deeply into each other. We sitting close enjoying champagne and the warm fire. You take my by the hand and put on soft music. We dance close to each other. My manhood gets harder as the dancing gets a bit more sensual. I look deeply into your smoldering eyes and we kiss softly. It soon gets more passionate and my hands move along your back. Down they go and squeeze your ass checks. Breaking away from you, I kiss and nuzzle along your neck. Sliding towards your ear I whisper, "shall we have dessert?" Now it's my turn to take you by the hand. Leading you back on the couch I retrieve it from the kitchen. While I am away, I move behind you and slip on a blindfold. Returning after a few minutes, I move a strawberry along your check and towards your mouth. You open it so I move the fruit inside you. Pulling it out, your tongue flicks at it. That gets me harder but I focus on you first. Biting the fruit, I feed you the piece now covered in warm chocolate. Moving another strawberry along your neck sends shivers down your back. I bit into it and run it along your ample breasts which leaves a trail that I sensually lick up. We then kiss some more until all the strawberries are finished. You take off the blindfold and put on some faster-paced music. I see you stand up and sway in rhythm. You slide back towards me saying to my lap "Can I have this dance?" Love, Lee ************** Dear Lee, I sway seductively to the music on the stereo and slowly slide my hands down over my breasts, lingering for a moment on them, teasing my nipples before sliding down over my belly to my legs, and down to the hem of my skirt. I slowly slide the hem up, an inch at a time, driving you crazy with anticipation, as the tops of my stockings start to show, then the straps of my garter belt start to peek out at you. My skirt slowly slides higher, as I continue to sway seductively to the music, turning around a couple times and wiggling my ass at you playfully. I lift my skirt up higher and my crotch less panties peek out at you, then I unfasten the buttons on my skirt and take it off, tossing it onto the floor. I take off my shirt and toss that to the floor as well. I'm standing there swaying with the music wearing only my bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and heels now, and I see the large bulge in the front of your pants, knowing how bad you want me to slide onto your hard shaft. I reach down and slip my finger between the straps of fabric of the panties and rub my clit for you, as you start to breath harder. I turn around with my back to you, and I bend over, placing one hand on the coffee table, and I finger my pussy for you. I hear you undress quickly then I feel your hands on my hips and your hard cock pressing between the lips of my pussy. I moan as you bury yourself completely in my pussy and start to fuck me slowly. Your hands move to my breasts and you slowly pull me upright while still buried in me, and you hug me tight with your hands gently squeezing and pinching my nipples between your fingers. I moan softly as you start moving a little faster in me and I cant help but lean over for the full effect of your love-making, my sexy handsome lover. I reach my hand down between my legs and fondle your balls as your hard cock slips in and out of my wet pussy hard and fast. I feel them slap against my clit and pussy lips and moan loudly as my orgasm approaches. You squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples, which sends a shock through me, right down to my pussy and I almost instantly convulse around your shaft, my fluids leaking out onto your balls, and splashing onto our legs. Within seconds, I feel your cock pulse as you reach your own release, shooting your hot sticky cum deep inside my pussy. You pull me upright again, supporting me slightly since my knees and legs feel like jelly. I turn my face to yours and you kiss me tenderly before pulling your cock from my pussy. I feel our mixed juices leaking out and dripping down my legs as you pull me into your arms and hug me tightly. Love Chrissy ************************************ Dear Chrissy, I pull you slowly into me. Soon, you are falling asleep. I let you catch your rest as you will certainly need it for the rest of the evening's fun. To start things off, I start pouring champagne all into my mouth. I then start to kiss you deeply and force the alcohol into you. The taste of it wakes you up with a startle. Knowing that you are rested a bit, I start to turn on the TV and flip onto a Cinemax movie. On the screen is a woman playing with herself while she is thinking about being with someone in the office. The actress has a toy rubbing her pussy. I see your stockinged legs opening allowing my access. I pull out a new toy that I got you. It is 9in long and has veins to mimic a real cock. The toy starts to move in and out of you slowly. The woman starts playing with her large and creamy breasts. I then pinch your nipples and they get more swollen. They stand up waiting for my tongue to flick at them. They don't have long to wait because I take them into my mouth and lightly nibble each one. Your erotic temperature increases with the toy starting to work its magic in and out of you. I ask you to get on your hands and knees to watch the action further. I see your tight ass bouncing seductively for me. One of my hands starts to caress each cheek gently. I slide the toy along your pussy lips. It is completely covered in your sweet juices. That way it slides more easily into your pussy. While it moves and in out at varying speeds, I part your ass cheeks. Slowly, I lower my hot mouth into your nether hold and breath on it. You shake in anticipation of what's next. My tongue ever so gently pokes at your forbidden hole. It probes further as the toy goes deeper inside your pussy. I move it in and out of you with more sexual energy. You beg me to fuck you hard. I only need to hear that once and start to move the toy in and out more fully. Your pussy tightens down on the intruder making my job a bit harder. Without waiting further, I push my tongue deeper into your asshole. The toy is now completely covered in your nectar. I press a button on it and it starts to shake further. Before you can respond, it starts to squirt hot liquid inside. I leave it inside and tell you that I filled it with my juices. You see my hard cock and know that it needs your help in getting back to full strength. Love Lee ******************** Dear Lee, I collapse on the bed while still watching the video, and I turn around to face you. I gently rub my hands over your naked thighs, my fingertips lightly brushing your testicles. I move my right hand up your leg to your cock and wrap my hand around it, lifting the head to my lips. I kiss it gently, then flick my tongue out to lick the moisture gathering at the tip. I hear you groan as I open my lips and take the head of your shaft into my hot mouth, closing my lips around you. My tongue rubs all over the swollen head, teasing you. I slowly start to stroke your cock with my hand as my lips slid down your length, setting a steady rhythm, up and down, up and down, up and down. My left hand starts caressing your thigh, slowly working it's way around to your sexy muscular ass. I give your ass a squeeze and pull your cock further into my mouth by pressing on your ass. I look up at you and see you smiling as I suck you and play with your butt. I smile around your cock and go back to pleasuring you, not taking my eyes from yours. I feel your cock harden, as it turns you on more that I keep eye contact with you as I suck on your shaft, and I know within moments you will be ready to shoot your cum again. I suck a little harder and faster, pausing now and then to suck just on the very tip of your cock and tease the opening with my tongue. I moan as I taste the saltiness of your fluids, and close my eyes in ecstacy. You suddenly pull out of my mouth and push me back on the bed. You raise my legs up so my feet are over your shoulders and you position your cock at the wet leaking hole of my pussy. I feel you press into me slowly, as some of the juices leak out onto my ass. When you are fully encased in my vagina, I pull you down to me and kiss you deeply and passionately as I raise my hips to meet each of your slow steady thrusts. You break the kiss and move your mouth down to capture one of my nipples between your lips. You start thrusting in me harder and faster, pushing as deep into me as you can, grinding yourself against me and my clit. Within moments, I feel the orgasm approach, and my body starts to tense, arching up to meet your body's thrusts. I feel my pussy clench around your cock and I scream out your name as I cum, oozing my juices all over your cock. You pound me harder and faster, deeper and deeper, our bodies slapping together as the juices leak out of my wet hole. The squishing noises coming from my pussy are so erotic that it's not long after my climax that you reach your own, shooting your hot cum deep into my love canal as you grind your pelvis against mine, which causes me to orgasm again. I can feel our mixed fluids leaking out and running down my ass crack as you collapse on me, kissing me tenderly as we both try to catch our breath. I grab a tissue from the box on the night stand by the bed and wipe the sweat from your face for you and you smile lovingly at me. I smile back as you withdraw your now flaccid cock from my pussy and lay beside me. I snuggle against your right side with my head resting on your shoulder and my right hand laying on your sweaty chest. I feel your hand sliding over my shoulder and upper arm gently and I smother a yawn. You pull the blankets up over us and click the power button on the TV remote, and we both fall asleep after saying good night to each other with one last long passionate kiss. Love Chrissy