1 comments/ 4170 views/ 1 favorites Love Music By: leondreamer Robyn arched her back, her thighs tightened around Leith's, her eyes were closed, breathing coming in deep, heavy pantings, she put her hands out to him, clutched at his arms, pushed her hips to his, her firm, fullish breasts, flushed pink, moving slightly up and down on her chest, the pleasantly, painfully hardened nipples seemed to be screaming bite me, she gasped. Leith bent his head to hers, her lips gripped at his tongue, pulling it into her mouth, he felt her tightening more and more around his cock, his back and hips angled, each thrust pressing deep into her, feeling the full beauty inside her, hot and so moist and silken around his cock, his arms braced as he felt the convulsion building in his body, he lifted his head back, hips thrusting, nuzzled at her breasts, lifted his head again, looked in her closed eyes. Robyn panted and gasped, groaned, thrust her hips at his, squeezed her thighs harder, moaned and shook, inside the trembling reaching levels she had never experienced before, she opened her eyes, moaned and gasped, "Oh...oh-ho...ohhhh...uhhh," that was all she was capable of as the orgasm washed through her body, wave on wave of quiver and tremble and release. Amongst it she felt the hot eruption of his orgasm join her own waves washing and surging through her body, the wet heat burst from his body into hers. Leith grunted softly, moaned, "Ohh..oh yeah," and his body shook and convulsed as a final thrust deep into Robyn sent one last spurt of him into her, and then he leaned there over her, little tricklings of her own sprayed over the inner tops of his thighs, Robyn's legs fell away, her eyes opened, her breathing jagged and rhythmic all at the same time, she reached out to him, pulled his face to hers. Leith pressed his tongue into her mouth, as his hips pressed his cock finally into her, announcing its desire to stay inside that beautiful place forever. "Oh wow," was all Robyn's brain was capable of coming up with, and she put her arms around his back, pulling his body down completely on hers. "Stay in me," she almost pleaded, feeling his cock softening within her, not wanting this bond to break. Partly supporting his weight with his arms, Leith complied, let his body relax on top of hers, he wasn't a big man anyway, average height, slim even for that. The pressure of the hardness of her nipples against his chest was wonderful, her mound under his lower belly beautiful, Robyn lifted one exhausted and still trembling leg from the sheets and hooked it behind his, holding him there as they kissed. Her breath was hot, and thick with the scents of astonishing sex. The kiss broke off and they just looked at each other, and smiled, and kissed again, and Robyn wiggled under him and giggled, she loved the feel of his body on hers, she loved the feel of his cock-she allowed herself to think the word-inside her. She decided to be not embarrassed by the little wetness she could feel sliding down from her, down the inside of her thighs and into the crack of her bum, soon to leave a beautiful little puddle on the sheet. She decided not to be embarrassed about anything she did with this wonderful man, they had been going out for several months now, and now finally they were in bed together for the first time. "That was truly wonderful," Leith murmured, and it had been, even now his body still quivering, and all the different sensations of the feel of her under him sending new signals to his cock. "Oh," Robyn sighed, ecstasy in her voice, "oh yeah," and she pressed her body up, trying to merge with his. At thirty-five, ten years younger than Leith, Robyn supposed that for her age she hadn't had much sex. But her mind now, as it returned to her from wherever it had just gone, her mind knew that this was the most wonderful ever, so it decided to say so. "That was just the most incredibly best fuck ever," and she giggled. Leith looked at her in surprise. He had never heard her say that word, she rarely even said shit when something went wrong. He had never said the word in her presence either, his politeness was one of the things she was growing to love about him. She noticed the look of surprise in his face. "What?" she laughed, and to underline how she felt right now, she tried wiggling her breasts against his chest. She loved the feel of his chest against her nipples. "I've never heard you say that before," he said, kissing her, wanting her to know he approved. "What? Fuck?" and she giggled again, and laughed, "Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck." And they both laughed, and it sounded so beautiful coming from her. Then, somewhat to her surprise, and much to her delight, she sensed his cock growing within her. She sighed, and looked into his eyes, and he looked into hers, the way she had just said those words had acted as an aphrodisiac on a cock already wanting more, he felt it hardening within her, the look in her eyes told him she felt it too, and his hips moved very softly. "Does he want to play again?' she laughed, wishing she could get past her shyness about this sort of thing. "Only if you do?" he said, but his hips were taking control. "Oh fuck yes!" Robyn half-laughed, half-pleaded. And to encourage him, she lifted both her legs high in the air, then locked her feet behind his legs, and her hips moved in response to his. He had half-laughed at her response, felt her legs lock around his, hips started thrusting his cock deep into her, so wet around him, so warm, hot in there, wet now so that they could both hear the little slurping noises of her around his cock, for the first time she wasn't embarrassed by the sounds she made down there, the wetness of her vagina was not an embarrassment, she wished she had the nerve to say the other word for it. Always in intense arousal, and that, up until tonight, had normally only been on her own, she got very, very wet, after masturbating always felt compelled to change the sheets. These sheets, that her bum was rubbing against, that could feel the little wet patch she had already made, these sheets she wanted to keep on the bed forever. Leith thrust his cock into Robyn, deep and back, deep and back, every stroke slow and long and deep and beautiful, the noises around his shaft, the wet honeyness of the fluids of her cunt hot on his cock, he would get her to say that word tonight, one corner of his mind decided. Robyn thrust herself at him, hands clutching at his arms as he leant above her, one hand now clutching and gripping and almost tearing at one breast then the other. Leith had arched his back, changed his angle again, and his cock was pressing down, almost, into her, her hips were up, every thrust the shaft of his cock slid across her clit, she was gasping, and then she came, and cried out, and her teeth clenched, and she grunted "oh fuck" and grunted and came again, and Leith could feel the spurts of her fluids shooting out onto his balls, and thighs, and he thrust and thrust, and she arched again, and cried out, "Mmmmmpphhhh...oh" and came again, and she was bucking and bucking under him, and he arched his back, met her grunts with his, the heat raced through his cock and exploded into her, she felt the new wet heat inside, cried out again and again, inarticulate, her mind had deserted her, and with a final "Ohhh fuuuuuuu.......mmmmpph" she came once more, and collapsed, her chest heaving, skin tight over her rib cage, belly contracted, her thighs trembling and twitching uncontrollably, and Leith let himself collapse on her for a moment, and it seemed to both of them that they could feel the roaring inside each other's bellies. Robyn put her arms around his back, they kissed, on her breath Leith could smell all the passion that had just erupted from her, it was as though, if he put his tongue deep enough into her mouth, he would be able to taste her cunt. For some moments they lay like that, feeling each others' trembling, each feeling the other body calming, slowly, slowly. Leith became aware of his weight on Robyn, he lifted himself from her, lay on his side right next to her, the front of his body pressed against the side of hers, his cock pressed limply into her thigh, one arm over her still quivering belly, the other playing with her soft brown, sweet shampoo smelling hair. He kissed her forehead, and she smiled at him, and kissed him back, and was so glad he was snuggling so close, and one hand rested on his on her stomach, and the other she let lie along her side, fingers just inches from that cock that had done such remarkable things inside her. She had giggled at the little plop sound they had made when his cock had fallen from her, she could feel the stickiness on the insides of her thighs, the moistness down her bum, she was aware of the wet in the sheet under her. And she loved and relished it all. Robyn made a soft mm sound, and Leith totally agreed with her, and both knew that just now there was nothing that needed to be said. She hoped he didn't fall asleep, or even worse, get up and get dressed and leave. And of course Leith did neither of those things. His feelings for Robyn had been growing and growing over these couple of months, and tonight had been unexpected, very welcome, and amazing. For someone as subdued as she often seemed, the last hour or so had been a revelation, and a triumph for them both. Leith's hand wandered from her belly, slowly down, and stopped in the thick mass of dark brown hairs on her mound. He tickled his fingertips in them, loving their softness, his little finger strayed and brushed softly over her clit, he let his fingers play in the hairs, the other finger rubbing a little harder on that little bump, and he felt Robyn twitch next to him, watched her eyes start, but then she put her hand down, and stilled his. She was enjoying what he was doing, she knew that it wouldn't take much for that one little finger to send her entire body into another paroxysm of delight, as she had just experienced. But a minor problem had arisen in her mind-not so much in her mind as in her bladder. She needed to pee, and her mind was arguing with itself over how best to go about this. The side that struggled with the reality of bodily functions was tempting her to make an excuse to leave the bed. The side that wanted her to continue enjoying the memory and feelings she was still having of her first ever multiple orgasm was demanding that she just come right out and tell Leith what she needed to do. That side won. She sat up, being very careful to gently break his hold on her. "I need to pee," she said, not embarrassed at all. Standing up, she automatically took one step towards where her bathrobe hung on the wall. But then, feeling very pleased with herself, she walked naked from the bedroom, naked through the lounge-room of her small flat, and into the bathroom. She sat down, and then realised that she had left the door open. She decided she didn't care. Leith watched her pretty bum leave the bedroom, sat up himself, gave her a few moments head start, then also walked naked from the bedroom, but he went into the little kitchen instead, and got himself a glass of water, and stood looking out of the window, politely ignoring the trickle noises that were coming from the bathroom. Robyn had told him that she didn't mind him smoking in the kitchen if the window was open, so he lit a cigarette, wishing he could use the small balcony instead, but the storm that had blown up late that afternoon, and now, hours later, was even stronger, made that impossible. They had planned on going out to dinner, as they always did on Friday night, but Robyn had decided that because of the weather she would prefer to stay in and cook him dinner, and it had been a wonderful meal, she was a great cook, and then the talking and cuddling on the couch had eventually led to that special moment when their eyes had met and agreed, and so for the first time they had undressed each other, and gone to bed. Leith blew smoke out of the window, and pondered what to do. He most definitely did not want to start making well-I-have-to-leave-now noises and motions. He didn't want to leave, and he was not a user of women, so he didn't want to give that impression. He wanted to spend the night with Robyn, but he was loathe to ask because, amongst all else he had learnt about her over these few months, he had learnt that she was essentially a very private person, and he did not want to intrude on her privacy, by suggesting that, even after the intimacy of that evening, he should be allowed to stay, and intrude on the privacy of her sleep, the intimacy of her morning routines, the pleasures of whatever day she had planned for herself, before they were due to meet again, of course, in the evening, to go to see a play together that they were both very much looking forward to. So deep in thought was he that he didn't hear as Robyn tip-toed up behind him, pressed her body to his back, and put her arms around his stomach. His back now had its turn to enjoy the press of her nipples into his skin, he could feel the hairs of her mound scratchy-tickly against his arse, and above all the scents of her, deodorant and perfume and sweat and the fragrances of sex. Robyn kissed the back of his neck, her tongue licked down his spine a little way. She felt him tremble at that, she pressed closer to him, squeezed her breasts hard into his back, and they just stood there. She felt no need to tell him what had just happened to her in the bed, she was sure he would know, and it pleased her. Leith finished the cigarette, put it out, reached his arms behind him, hands went lower and cupped the cheeks of her bum, pressed them in, helping her get closer to him. His fingertips sensed the crack of her bum, stayed at the very edge, and he bent his head and kissed the hand that had moved to his chest. Robyn sighed happily. "It's really pouring," she said, fascinated by the novelty of standing naked in her kitchen with another person. Even when she was alone, she very rarely moved about her flat in anything less than her undies. But now here she was, naked, with her arms around this wonderful, naked man, in her kitchen, looking out of the window at pouring rain, and flashes of lightning, and the low distant rumble of thunder. She thought how to phrase asking him to stay the night with her, what if he was like her, and preferred the privacy of waking up alone? Except now she didn't want to wake up alone, she wanted to be able to open her eyes and sense and see and feel and smell him next to her. A fear of rejection quietened her for a moment, and she just stood there holding herself to him. His hands on the cheeks of her bum were exciting her again, she didn't want this to end. It was as if, from the moment he had entered her flat hours before, both a little nervous at the fact of him being there in the flat for a reason other than waiting to take her out, from that moment it had been as if together they had slipped into their own private universe, and outside the storm was the forces of nature roaring their approval. It had been a perfect evening, the dinner had turned out perfectly, he had enjoyed the music she played-soft, long classical music, a symphony by Schumann, among others. Since meeting her, he had made a point of educating himself about that sort of music. Leith had to admit that the first time he had agreed to attend a concert like that with her he had not really been looking forward to it. But over the months he had actually started to like and be able to appreciate what the music was saying. Coffee after the meal had been perfect, the conversation had been perfect, then the look in the eyes, that decisive agreement that, yes, both were ready. And of course the sex had been perfect too. Robyn kissed the ridges of his spine below his neck, and murmured, "It has been perfect," and she heard his murmur of agreement. Only one small, difficult moment had intruded on all this perfection. When they had undressed each other, and Robyn had lain naked on the bed, and he had knelt beside her, and she watched his eyes looking at her in the soft light of the bedside lamp, Leith had bent his head, and put little kisses on the hairs on her mound, and then his tongue had licked once over her clit, and she had had to put her hand down to his head, she had had to say, "Sorry...I don't like that..." and Leith had smiled at her, and then the difficult moment had been over. Now she felt a tingling between her thighs as she wished she hadn't stopped him from doing that, never before had she let anyone lick her there, but now she wanted it, wanted to know what it was like. The coldness of the winter evening was breaking in to the warmth of the cuddle, and the afterglow of the sex. Robyn shivered a little, clung closer to him. Leith had to admit that he was starting to feel the cold too. "It would be pretty awful driving out in that?" Robyn said, wondering if that was enough of a hint. "It would," he agreed, and moved one of his hands from her bum to the hand she had on his chest. "Maybe...would you like to stay the night?" she found the courage to ask him. "I would...very much," he replied softly, and turned in her arms, his hands on her lower back now, pressing her to him, and they kissed, and she felt his cock against her mound, and wanted it in her again. "Shall I make some hot chocolate?" she asked, and he agreed that would be great. Robyn did not want to cover herself, she wanted to remain naked and available to him if he wished, but it was getting very cold. "I'll get us a robe," she went on, "I've got a spare one, just it's purple, is that ok? Just I'm getting cold." And he agreed also that it was starting to feel very cold, and he laughed at the robe being purple, she wanted to explain that she had bought it on impulse once, didn't like it, but knew that it would sound wrong. As she left the kitchen, she picked up his cigarettes, and the ash-tray, and carried them into the lounge-room, and put them on the coffee table. Then she went into the bedroom, came back out holding two robes, she handed him the purple one, which he put on, and it didn't look too ridiculous. She savoured a few more moments of standing naked in front of him, then covered herself with her robe, a simple plain brown. "Have a smoke while I make it," she said, and went into the kitchen. Leith lit a cigarette, listened as the music came back on, something soft and slow, he didn't recognize it, but it seemed somehow to fit. She had explained that to him once, how within that enormous repertoire, what was called classical music had something for every occasion. Robyn came back into the lounge room, put the two mugs of chocolate on the coffee table, and sat herself on the lounge, not right next to him, but sort of sideways, she lifted her legs onto the couch, hoped that the robe had opened, hoped that Leith could see between her legs. Leith could, and his eyes took in the hairs, the little bump of her clit, the crease of her nestled amongst the dark brown hairs, as he leaned forward to pick up his mug, letting the renewed hardness of his cock part his robe, and he looked into Robyn's eyes as they gazed briefly at the tip of his cock poking from the robe, she decided that finally, after so many years, she wanted to have it in her mouth, that the last time she had done that, and vomited when that particular guy had spat his come into her mouth, that no longer counted, she wanted to taste Leith's cock, and yes, she wanted to taste his come. He mentioned that he liked the music, and she explained that it was Schubert, and told him why he had written this particular piece, and tried not to gulp down the chocolate. Both were aware that this chocolate was an intermission, both felt the growing pressures within their bodies. They were content for these minutes, though, to talk and be silent, to sneak glimpses of each other, to allow the anticipation to build. Love Music Leith put out his cigarette, Robyn put the mug down, she had an idea, and it excited her, and she giggled. "What?" Leith asked softly, moving closer to her, putting an arm around her. Robyn looked at him, saw his eyes seeking out her breasts inside the robe, wiggled them a little. "Shall we dance?" she asked, a wicked little grin in her eyes. "Sure," he answered, he enjoyed dancing with her, this dance with the now mostly open robes would be great. Robyn kissed him quickly on the lips, and leapt from the couch, skipped to the stereo, changed the music, it was introducing itself, she turned and faced him, with two quick flicks of her hands the robe fell to the floor, and she put out her arms ready. "Let's dance naked," she laughed. Leith stood, his robe fell to the floor, and he came over to her, gave an exaggerated old-fashioned bow, made more ridiculous by the bobbing of his erection as he moved, and took her in his arms. The music had announced itself as a waltz, Leith put one hand on Robyn's lower back, the other held hers and they stood, the distance between them small, the tip of his cock touching at the top of her mound, she trembled, and then started the dance steps. They moved slowly, keeping that distance, enjoying each other's nakedness, enjoying their own nakedness, gliding around the room in bare feet, turning to avoid furniture, his cock bumping and kissing and teasing against her belly, her mound, the tops of her thighs, as they moved. When the music ended, he stood back, as he had seen them do in old movies, and holding just one of Robyn's hands, he bowed, and she curtsied, deliberately exaggerating the opening of her thighs as she did so. "Shall we have another?" he asked, seeing the enjoyment in her eyes. "Great," Robyn said, and went to the stereo. She changed the cd, came back to Leith. His bow this time was even lower, Robyn did the exaggerated curtsy again, she knew that Leith had kept his bow low so he could look longer between her thighs, he saw the little slit open slightly with the curtsy, they both stood, the music was slower this time, she told him it was minuet music, he had no idea what that was, they stood very close. Leith had one hand holding hers, the other on her lower back. Robyn put her hand behind her, and shifted his hand down onto her bum, he closed it around that cheek of her beautiful arse, fingertips resting at the crack, little finger actually deep inside it. Robyn quivered, her free hand went to his arse, she mimicked him, cupping the cheek, and tentatively placing her fingertips at his crack, this was unknown territory for her, she was very conscious of the tip of his little finger nestling deep inside the crack of her bum, just millimetres from that up till now forbidden hole. Her best friend had once confided to her that she had done that sort of sex, and Robyn had been unable to hide her disgust. Now she pressed her little finger down into the crack of Leith's arse, felt his body quiver in response, hoped she wasn't too close to the hole, but in a way wanted to be. Their bodies were very close together for this dance, her breasts pressed firmly into his chest, he could feel her nipples trying to dig into him, with each movement his cock stroked at her belly, hard up against his. Robyn felt all the tinglings and tremblings building inside her again, she moaned very softly in time to the music, Leith kissed at the top of her head. They glided and waltzed and moved around the room again, avoiding furniture, teasing themselves by ignoring the bedroom door as they glided past it, around to the couch, out into the kitchen, fingers trapped in bum cracks, his cock so hard and hot and still feeling slightly sticky against her belly, back from the kitchen, around the coffee table, to the front door, back to the middle of the room, the music stopped. She was panting, his breathing had changed. Leith bowed, Robyn waited until he had stood erect again, then she curtsied, dropped to her knees, looked up at him, shuffled on her knees, and her tongue slid up the shaft of his cock. With the echoes of the music mingling in her ears with other noises, she kissed along the shaft of his cock, aware that amongst the scents on it were her some of her own. Leith sighed softly, put his hands, fingers in her hair as her lips closed around the tip of his cock, her lips sucked at the tip, Robyn put one hand between her own thighs, finger found her clit, she started rubbing herself, as her lips parted and she took more of his cock into her mouth, her lips closed and she made little suckings on it. Her fingers pressed harder into her slit, one entered her, her lips sucked harder on his cock, free hand joined her mouth, she cupped his balls, squeezed on them, Leith shuddered and moaned. His hips responded now to her mouth, pressing his cock into her cheek, hands holding her face hard against him, he could hear the little noises her fingers were making inside herself, Robyn pressed two fingers deeper up into her own body, it was too much, Leith was thrusting at her mouth now. She responded to every thrust, sucking harder at his cock, her hand sliding faster up and down the shaft of it, skin hot against the palm of her hand. Robyn's fingers harmonized with his cock, each thrust of his cock into her mouth, each movement of her lips on it, timed exactly with her thrusting of her fingers up into herself, into her cunt, yes, she sang exultantly, it's my cunt, as he thrust his cock into her mouth, she pressed her fingers deep up into it, as he withdrew a little, so did her fingers. She was moaning around his cock now, her lips tighter and tighter on it, she pressed her fingers deep up into her cunt and held them there, pushed her hips down on them, her body shook, and she gasped as his cock hit the back of her mouth, and she came. At the same time there seemed an explosion in her mouth, Leith grunted softly, and Robyn felt her mouth fill with heat and thick, heavy wetness, he had come in her mouth, the salty thickness of it had erupted into the back of her mouth, and suddenly she wasn't sure if she could breathe properly, the hot syrupy whiteness from his body was filling her entire mouth, she gulped shallowly to get air, felt some of it sliding down her throat, a reflex to gag was fought against, she felt some of it trickle from the corner of her mouth. Robyn sprang to her feet, rushed to the kitchen, Leith chasing after her, panicking that he had spoilt things. Still gasping, Robyn grabbed a cup from the sink, half-filled it with water. I want to swallow it, I want to swallow it, she insisted to her body, took another gasp at breath, more of the slippery fluid slid down her throat, she gagged a little, swallowed a little water, it helped his come to the back of her mouth, she swallowed again, felt his hands concernedly on her shoulders, her body was shaking. Now her mouth was empty, her breathing calmed as her lungs refilled, her breasts heaved as she gulped in more air, another mouthful of water, her legs felt weak, and she slumped back against Leith. Now that her breathing was ok she was triumphant, proud and somehow liberated, the taste of his come lingered on her tongue and the back of her mouth, her throat, and she savoured and delighted in it, and insisted on keeping its memory forever. But Leith was concerned. Standing behind her, he put his arms around her belly, feeling a little ashamed. "Are you ok?" he asked, the extent of his concern clear in his voice. "Oh, I'm much more than ok," Robyn sighed, "that was wonderful." "Just that..." but Robyn interrupted him. "I've never really done that before," she went on, "I guess I wasn't prepared for...how fast...how much..." and she giggled. Leith kissed the back of her neck, she turned her head, their lips met, and tongues embraced. "Well, so long as you're ok..." Leith said, feeling a little sheepish and unsure. "Like I said, I am so much more than ok," she turned in his arms. "Would you do that for me now...with your mouth...like..." and now it was her turn to feel sheepish, it wasn't much more than an hour ago that she had stopped him doing exactly what she was asking now, she realised it all seemed a bit odd, but she knew now she would like it, she knew she would always like anything they did together. Even that...she trembled a little, that could wait for another time. Leith was too polite, too much in love with her, he knew that now, to question her change of mind, and he took her by the hand and led her into the bedroom. The soft lamp still cast its warm light across the bed, outside the storm had momentarily eased to heavy rain, the wind had quietened. There was indeed a sensation of calm, deep silence in the room, all around them, all through their private universe, as Robyn lay down on her back, lifted her knees and parted her legs, waiting. Leith knelt on the bed between her legs, looked down at what she was revealing to him. She had a lot of hair, very dark brown, very thick, covering her mound, spreading slightly out towards the tops of her thighs. He bent his head and kissed it, his lips playing over the tops of the hairs, putting little kisses all over her mound. Robyn quivered, and her legs moved, swaying against his shoulders as his tongue flicked out, a long caress deep into the hairs, then down to her clit, his tongue licked at her clit. Leith pressed the tip of his tongue against her clit, and Robyn moaned, and responded as Leith slid his tongue down her slit, down the slightly thickish inner lips that protruded from the hairs in her arousal, he tasted them, licked up and down, from her clit, down the slit to the little patch of skin at the base. Robyn let out a quiet gasp as his lips kissed this little patch, her body quivered above the small tremblings that had taken over. Kissing the sensitive little patch of skin once more, Leith's mouth moved, and his tongue pressed into Robyn's slit, pressed against the lips of her entrance, they parted, and his tongue licked at her entrance, tasting the salty sweetness of her juices there, licked and took a droplet into his mouth, swallowed it, nuzzled his nose into her slit, sniffed at it, the salty musky sweet taste and scent of it, a little edge of piss in it, his tongue pressed harder and slid up her slit, pressing deep into it, tasting every fragrance of her. One of Leith's hands hooked across Robyn's thigh, his thumb found her clit, started rubbing, circling on it, his tongue flicking at her entrance, his thumb pressing firmer, and firmer. His other hand was under her bum, cupping a cheek, fingertips pressing deeper and deeper into the crack of her arse, squeezing her arse tightly, her hips pushing to meet his hand and his mouth. Robyn had given way to a soft, continuous moaning, her hands played with her nipples, with his hair, as the surging within her started to build. The delicate softness of his tongue, the pressing of it into her, was almost unbearable, and she loved it, and was glad she had saved this for Leith. His tongue now pushed more insistently at her entrance, his hand moved from her arse to between her thighs, two fingers parted her lips, he pressed his tongue into her, inside her, it was so wet there, the wetness of his tongue mingled with the wetness inside her, his thumb squeezed down harder on Robyn's clit, her back lifting from the bed, Leith took his tongue from her, slid it up her slit, he pressed his chin against her vulva, felt the moisture gathering on his chin. Robyn's thighs were slapping against him now, squeezing against the sides of his head, his tongue had returned to her entrance, flicking and licking at it, he put the lips of his mouth around the lips of her cunt, sucked at them, this was the final movement for Robyn, she cried out, and her thighs tightened against his head, and her hips thrust down at him, and a little globule of thick white spat from her, onto his tongue, and he savoured it and swallowed it, and Robyn trembled and shook violently, and cried out again, and her legs fell flat back onto the bed, and her whole body quivered, and she gasped, panting again for breath. Leith raised himself up onto his knees, his cock, hard again, tickled at the inside of her thigh, and on his chin and lips he could feel and taste the wetness of her. He smiled at her, and her eyes smiled back, and she reached out to him. As he lay over her, his weight resting on his arms, Robyn put her hand down, fingers closed around his cock, she guided it to her entrance, she murmured, "fuck me again" and as he entered her his eyes smiled at hers, her eyes smiled back at him, they were special smiles, and the long, lonely years were over.