"Let's go downstairs," he said, looking for some time to get himself together. "There's the futon down there."
Shari said, twirling slightly, standing in front of him stark naked, pale and delicious, "Sure." She tossed her head, making her lush short hair swish around her face. She turned and walked to the basement door, and he had to hurry after her and her sashaying ass.
The basement wasn't much, kind of dingy, but the rec room was nice enough; it had been the first project he and Sara had done when they bought the house. Now, as he rushed after Shari, it made him think of rec rooms from his teen years, places to illicitly make out. The thought made him smile to himself. He skipped to Shari's back as she opened the hollow-core door and playfully tapped her fine, fine ass. She laughed out loud and ran to the futon.
He half-tackled her, grabbing her waist and pressing up against her from behind. She went down on the bed, and he covered her, gently holding himself above her, pressing lightly against her shoulders and back. She opened her legs and he adjusted, running his nicely hard cock between her legs, gently rubbing the very tip against the lips of her lovely pussy. Her lower hair tickled the head of his cock, and he carefully contacted her, sliding, until she was wholly wet again.
Shari said, turning her head, "Kiss me."
He complied, leaning up, an act that made his cock bend down and nestle between her amazing ass cheeks. The kiss was awesome, perfect. He could smell her, feel her, and she was smiling as she kissed him, and then raised up with her lower body and smushed her ass against his body. He had to gasp out loud, and Shari giggled.
She said, laughingly, "Aren't you just the ass man."
"Uh hunh," he grunted, and pushed his cock against her, delighting in the feeling. "Jesus Christ, you're beautiful," he said. "You are gorgeous."
Shari humphed a little and said, "Let me up and let me turn over. I wanna get nailed down."
