"I think it should be my turn this time," you say, matter-of-factly, over your shoulder. You are in my favourite position, face down on the bed, that wonderful ass raised to me, legs and cheeks spread apart.
I stop what I am doing, which just happens to be getting ready to stab my throbbing cock into that very inviting ass. I must confess that I am a little disappointed at what seems like a needless interruption to the finale of a tremendous session of lovemaking. Still, one must be a kind and considerate lover at all times, so I draw away, sit on the bed and reply, "What do you mean?"
You roll over sit up and face me. Your chest is flushed from what must be at least your third orgasm and your breasts are shiny with a film of sweat. "You always want to take my ass that way," you begin, "always the aggressive one, wanting to fuck me in the ass. Why can't I be in charge for a change?" You give me a sly little grin.
I consider this statement for a moment, wondering about where it is coming from. You know that driving deep into your ass from behind has always been my favourite way to cum inside of you. But one must be open to new things, so I take a deep breath and ask the first one of about a hundred questions. "Don't you like having me in your cute little ass?"
"You know I do," you reply, "I know how much you love it and I enjoy giving you that special pleasure. But maybe we could just modify it just a little?" To assure me of your good intentions, you take my cock in one hand and start pumping the shaft with a nice, tight grip, pumping very slowly but more than enough to maintain my attention.
"I am willing to try something different, of course," I say. After all, you have introduced me to so many beautiful acts and never once left me less than completely satisfied. "What should we do?" I cup one perfect breast, just to let you know that I am indeed keen for this new experience.
"Tell you what, why don't you just lie back and let me take charge for a change. I can fuck you every bit as easily as you do to me!" A giggle. "Lie down on your back, put a couple of pillows under your head and enjoy the ride." Who could resist? I do as I am directed. "See, that wasn't too hard, was it?" And another giggle.
You swing a leg over and climb onto me, kissing me very hard. Your tongue is dancing in my mouth your breasts are swaying gently, tickling my chest and your pussy is grinding into my crotch. Pretty good so far. When you finally pull away, you say, "Stay right where you are. I am going to look after you." You edge down my body, kissing as you go: my hairy chest, each nipple in turn, following the line of hair that runs down my stomach and ends where my cock is now twitching excitedly.
"Can you see me?" you ask. "I know how much you like to see my body pleasuring you. Why not add another pillow so you can get a really good look." Very considerate of you, so I comply without a word. Your mouth is hovering above my crotch as you say it and I want nothing to slow down your progress. Once I am positioned, you part your lips and, maintaining eye contact all the way, lower your mouth onto my eager cock.
Long, slow licks along the underside, starting at my scrotum and ending at the tip, where pre-cum is collecting. Nibbling at me with your lips, teasing the tip of your tongue around the head and lapping up that growing drop of juice. We sigh together. Things are definitely looking promising. After slow, agonizing minutes of this play, I am twisting on the bed, urgently needing more.
