He lifted his hips and held them firm to give her a platform to play against. His hands were on her hips, but lightly, just riding the waves of her action. Her breasts were hypnotic, swaying heavily with the movements of her dance, the nipples swollen and jutting out.
Soon her rhythm was picking up in speed and pressure against him, both of them panting from the intense pleasure of her tight velvet glove grabbing at his iron rod. The dancing changed to rutting as she placed her hands on his chest to support herself, the forward lean giving her clit more contact with his pubic bone; the mat of his short and curlies providing a delightful texture to rub against.
The beauty of the woman above him, the animal look on her face as she let her lust take over, and the incredible tightness and wetness of her cunt made Tim want to start thrusting up to bring his own urgency to its desperately needed climax. But he held out, not wanting to disturb Janice's final ascent to the peak of her own passion.
And here it was. She clutched his pecs as if holding on for life. Her breaths came out in short, fast gasps that matched the final rhythm of her pelvic thrusts. She wasn't moving up and down on his cock now, but kept it buried to the hilt and moved just enough to keep her clit rubbing against him as the waves of her orgasm washed over her.
He took his hands from her hips and grabbed her tits roughly, rolling the hard nipples between thumbs and forefingers, and Janice screamed out as her climax jumped to the next level.
When Tim sensed she'd crested her orgasm and was on the downhill slide, he took over. He pulled her body down so her torso lay flat against his while her legs remained bent under.
He reached down and grabbed her ass cheeks. He used them to hold her still while he pushed his hips downward, slowly withdrawing his cock from her an inch at a time. When only the mushroom head remained he felt her pussy clench him tightly as she whined pitifully in his ear. She wasn't all the way out of her orgasm and her body was unconsciously fighting against the loss of her treasured prize.
But Tim had no intention of pulling all the way out of her glorious hole either. He paused just a little longer, groaning at the hungry squeeze of her cunt on his cock, then he suddenly reversed his motion. He pushed her ass back down while raising his hips to drive his rod back to the bottom of her love hole.
She gasped in surprise, a little pain, and a lot of pleasure as the sudden attack sent an aftershock of climax through her.
He rotated his hips a few times as he pushed her ass cheeks together and then pulled them apart again so she could feel the exposure of her naughty asshole.
Then he was doing the slow withdrawal again, teasing both of them with the concentration of heat and friction between them. He paused again with just the head remaining inside her. "Squeeze," he hissed in her ear and she clenched her pussy muscles again, gripping the sensitive bulb in her velvet vise.
It was the last straw and the slow pull-outs were finished, now it was Tim's turn to rut like a fucking dog. He began assaulting her cunt, slamming in and out, keeping his cock head rubbing against her pussy walls just as she'd so desperately rubbed her clit against him earlier.
'I'm his fuck hole,' she thought, becoming desperate to feel his cum exploding inside her. "Yes, yes, yes!" she grunted, urging him on.
Then she was feeling it, the clenching of his whole body underneath her, the short, hard jabs, and the hot spurts inside her as his seed exploded against her cervix.
She moved her mouth to his and they kissed urgently, almost violently, matching the passion of their mating. As they eventually came down from their climaxes the kisses continued. This slow dance had begun with gentle, loving kisses and that was how it ended as the spent lovers lay in each other's arms.
Morning Wood
The next morning, Sunday, was for sleeping in, and Tim was in much need of it. Yesterday's surprise Nooner had been followed by more lovemaking Saturday night, wherein Janice had tried many sexy tricks to get him to spill more details about their anniversary trip. Tim had managed to keep the important secrets, but had given away a lot of energy and bodily fluids protecting them. So he was especially groggy when he found himself being awakened earlier than expected by some highly unexpected activity below his waist. Blinking his eyes into blurry openness he looked down to find his naked body was no longer covered by sheet or blanket. Janice had apparently swept them aside and her head was now lying on his lower belly. She was resting on one cheek and looking up at him with a wicked smile.
"Look what I found," she said as she lifted up, shifted her body a bit, and then laid her head down again, this time on top of his thighs. Standing up proudly in front of her face was his manhood in all its fully swollen glory. She wrapped her hand around its base. "Were you dreaming about me?" she purred, gently moving the skin of his shaft up and down. "How sweet." She raised herself up on elbows and pulled the thick rod back toward her mouth.
'Morning wood,' Tim thought dreamily, as his need to pee registered. He watched Janice drag her tongue along the underside of his cock from bottom to top. She stopped there theatrically; mouth open, flat of her tongue bent against the head, staring straight into his eyes. Then without shifting her gaze she suddenly dropped her mouth over the top, taking in the first four inches at once and drawing a quick, "Oh, fuck!" from her husband.
She pushed herself down another two inches, taking the head into her throat. She paused there and swallowed, squeezing the sensitive bulb in her face vagina. "Oohh, ffuuuck," he said again, drawing it out into a moan.
Slowly she dragged her mouth off of him, lips clenched around his staff the whole time. When her lips came together, kissing the tip, she opened her mouth and let the saliva that had built up inside slowly drip over the head and down the sides. "Oooohhh, ffuuuuuuuucckk," again, this time sounding like a slow leak from a tire.
"Yes, that does sound good," Janice growled, not bothering to wipe the last of the spittle from her lips and chin. She put her right knee outside his left hip and planted her left foot alongside his right hip. She raised herself up, giving him a beautifully clear view of her pussy hovering above his cock, which she continued to hold straight up and down in her firm grip.
The saliva started up in his own mouth as he stared at the amazing vision. The hand that wasn't gripping his rod was resting against her mound, the heel of her palm apparently pressing against her clit. Her fingers were in an inverted V and spreading open the petals of her flower. The lips already looked swollen and dark pink and he wondered if it was still left over from the previous night's exertions.
As she slowly lowered herself onto his manhood he saw that her pussy was also shining in the morning light coming through the window. No way was that left over, he thought. Sure, yesterday's early acrobatics had been followed by more lovemaking last night, but that was still hours ago. And the way she now slid effortlessly down his pole confirmed that she'd already been preparing herself for this morning adventure before waking up her husband.
When Tim was firmly inside her, Janice shifted her left leg back and again took up a cowgirl position astride his hips so she could get down even further. This time it was her turn to groan, "Oh, fuck," as her pussy lips pressed up against his pubic hair. Coming back up on her knees, she slowly slid up and down, enjoying the friction and fullness.
If she wanted to use him as a fuck toy, Tim was glad to let her. He puffed up his pillow and crossed his arms behind his head to take in the beauty of his wife bouncing in front of him. Her eyes were closed and her head was slowly nodding up and down in rhythm with her pelvis. Suddenly a smile swept across her face and she seemed to chuckle.
"Something funny?" he asked.
"They call it 'cowgirl', but I think I'm riding English," she giggled.
He saw that she was indeed posting up and down like she was taking a dressage horse around the arena. "Yeah, I can see that," he agreed. "But what about the saddle horn?" He gave a slight upward thrust of his ass that made her gasp. "It takes a real cowgirl to know how to use the saddle horn properly."
