It was late. He had had to work very late that night and was very tired. She was still working when he got home. It made him sad that she had to work through the night and couldn't come to bed with him. He always slept better with her in his arms. He would have to content himself with holding her pillow instead and breathing in the scent of her from when they had made love several hours earlier. Oh well—he was exhausted anyway—so exhausted that he forgot to go back to her office and kiss her good night before he fell into bed. She remedied that, however. Just as he was drifting off, she came in and kissed him on the forehead, his cheek, and finally deep soul kissed him and told him how much she loved him. Hmmmm. That was nice. He drifted off to sleep with a smile on his face. What more could a man want—he has a woman who loves him with her whole heart. All's right with the world he thought as he let sleep take over his conscious thoughts. . .
Sleep had enveloped him—pushing all sensation away.
Hmmmmm! What a delicious feeling, he thought as his consciousness pushed through the layers of cushioning restful sleep. That feels good he thought as he moved his hand to encircle his hard cock to keep that good feeling going that he had been dreaming about. But his hand was batted away. What's this? Ohhh, this isn't a dream after all he realized as his senses became clearer. He opened his eyes and looked down, and there she was. She was kneeling by the bed in all her naked glory with her marvelous mouth and tongue pleasuring his cock to life and his mind to alertness. OOOOHHHHH –what a way to be woken up. His cock was as hard as blue steel.
It must be satisfactory to her because she stopped and climbed on to him, straddling him and leaned down to kiss him. There they were—skin to skin, face to face, belly to belly with her glorious tits squashed to his chest and her wondrous quim just within teasing distance of his cock which was straining to get inside her. She rocked her pelvis against him—just barely grazing the head of his cock. All the while, she was kissing him deeply.
He brought his hands down to her hips and gently teased her skin with his finger tips up over her ass cheeks, to the center of her low back all the way up her spine. She trembled and moaned as he did this. So, he did it again—this time, bringing his fingertips up along her sides. This brought even more of a response from her.
By this time, they were whispering their love words to each other.
"Do you love me?" She asks.
"Oh yes baby. I love you. I love you I love you. I LOVE YOU!!!!!"
"How much do you love me?"
"Ooodles and caboodles!"
"You love to make love with me, don't you?"
"Oh yes baby."
"Do you love my pussy?"
"Oh baby I love your pussy? I want to be inside your pussy."
She kissed him for a few more minutes and teased his cock with her pussy being so close and yet so far away.
She maneuvered to where she could impale herself on his rock hard cock, but she did it oh so very slowly, prolonging the sensation for both of them. They moaned simultaneously as his cock was fully ensconced in her love grotto. She Kegel'd and he could feel the undulations of her muscles the length of his shaft. It felt so very good. With her being on top, she maintained control of the pressure, the speed, the rhythm of their lovemaking. He loved letting her control it. He loved being able to look up into her face and read the expressions of pleasure written there.
Sitting up, astride him as if in a saddle, she pulled her hair back out of her face as it had fallen down when they were chest to chest. He loved to look at her. He loved to look at her all the time, but most especially when they were making love like this—when she was riding him upright like this with her back arched a little bit and her big, beautiful titties there for him to see. The temptation was too great. He had to touch them. He had to palm them and squeeze those big gorgeous tits with their erect nipples. She moaned as he touched them. He lightly ran his fingers over the sensitive areolas and then grasped those nipples between his thumb and forefinger with each hand and squeezed tight. She responded the way he knew she would. She moaned and rocked her pelvis harder. He could feel the wetness oozing out of her and leaking down over his balls. He got even harder—if that was possible.
"Oh baby—I love it when you pinch my nipples!!!! Do it harder!!! "
