Chapter Five
When I woke I opened my eyes and she was laying beside me, her chin propped on her palm, watching me.
She smiled and I smiled back.
"Say you love me at least a little," she said.
I grinned and reached for her but she slapped my hand, stopping me.
"Say you love me at least a little," she said again.
"I love you," I said, and I meant it.
"Say I please you at least a little," she said.
"You please me," I said, starting to wonder where this was going.
"Is this something, David," she asked, "or am I just a crazy, lonely old woman?"
This time I moved quickly, my hand on her shoulder rolling her quickly onto her back and then swinging my leg over to straddle her, sitting so my balls laid on the softness of her belly and my ass felt her coarse pubic hair. I caught her hands and leaned forward, pinning them beside her head. I kissed her, very softly, a long, lingering, soft kiss. A good kiss. I held it.
When I finally broke the kiss I nuzzled her neck, traced a path to her ear, and then breathed into it, "it's something, Margie."
And so we made love for the sixth time.
We took our time.
It was mostly oral love-making this time. I scooted down from where I had been sitting, got my knees between hers, and leaned forward, tracing the triangle of her pubic hair with kisses. She parted her legs in invitation and I kissed lower, my tongue busy at the tops of her thighs, right where they met her labia, forming a sexy crease to each side of her pussy. I had her hips rocking and her love honey flowing pretty quickly and I lapped at her like a thirsty dog. It was salty and thick and I swallowed, being deliberately noisy as I did, wanting to give her another indication of how much I enjoyed her.
But I didn't quite finish her. When I felt that wonderful tension right at the tops of her thighs telling me she was about to climax I stopped and started working my way down, kissing the insides of her thighs, her knees, her calves, her ankles, and then her feet.
By then I had worked my way off of the bed and I rolled her over, just grabbed her ankles, crossed them, and started pulling. She didn't have any choice but to roll over. She giggled as she did.
Then I started working my way up, I kissed the soles of her feet, her heels, the backs of her calves, the backs of her knees making her giggle and squirm, the backs of her thighs.
And then I was at her ass. It was big and round and as utterly female as any ass I ever saw. I kissed the gluteal sulcus, a fancy word for that sexy crease where a woman's ass meets the tops of her thighs, probing it with my tongue. I could feel new tension in her body and knew this was a new sensation for her.
I leaned back a bit and then used the palms of my hands to spread her cheeks, revealing that special sensitive spot. For her, it was a slightly stained, puckered circle pretty big actually, with the tiny opening in the middle. She squirmed when I blew on it and whispered, "Davey, you don't have to do that," when I started tracing the puckered circle with my tongue.
I leaned back again, my hands holding her spread, and said softly, "don't you like it?"
She giggled, making the soft layer of fat on her back jiggle cutely, and said, "I didn't say that."
"So shush," I said and bent forward.
