We found ourselves outside again. It was about 1am, and the air was still cool, the fog horn sounded in the background and the cigarettes felt good. We sat together, hand-in-hand, just enjoying the cold and the quiet.
I lit a second cigarette, and after taking a deep drag, exhaled slowly and sighed, "you make me feel so good."
"I'm glad," she responded, as she leaned her head back and exhaled. "By the way, we'll need to take more soon. And we should smoke some weed too. It helps, not that we've had any issues so far," she joked.
"Well, I am starting to feel a bit off and a bit tired." I said.
"Oh, No! You're not falling asleep on me! The night is young and I'm not done with you yet! Cuh'mon inside!" and with that she quickly extinguished her cigarette and beckoned me back into the room.
I followed her inside and closed the curtains. She had gone into the hotel mini fridge and pulled out a Starbucks Double Shot she had brought with. "Drink this. And there's more in the fridge." she said. "I'll get the next batch ready."
I obediently drank the caffeine shot, followed by another, and presumed that would be adequate for a while. During this time, Kelly had measured the small scoops of ecstasy powder, placed them on a scale, then scraped them into two small glasses of orange juice.
Not the greatest flavor in the world, but it went down quickly.
"Let's smoke some weed too," she said. "It'll help make sure we don't crash or anything."
Now, I was notoriously bad at smoking. I was always inhaling and coughing like an idiot. Even with cigarettes, I mostly just held the smoke in my mouth. But for my wife however, it was not a problem. But I did enjoy the benefits of this discrepancy.
Standing by the sliding door, she inhaled deeply on her pipe, then opened the glass door, and exhaled outside.She then took another big hit, and as I opened my mouth and leaned in, she exhaled everything into my mouth which I inhaled best I could. Like I said, not a bad alternative.
We did this a few more times, and as the ecstasy began to kick in, we both found ourselves relaxing and connecting deeply once more. My urge to touch her grew, and as I ran my hand across her hip, my cock grew to life. I looked down as her hand wrapped around my shaft. And together, we marveled at it in the fire light. She pumped slowly, and within moments, we both noticed the pre-cum that had begun oozing out of me.
"Ooh, look at that," I announced excitedly. "Will you taste me?"
"Of course!" she eagerly replied, immediately lowering her head and wrapping her mouth around my swollen purple head. Her tongue swirled across my head, lapping up my juice. She sucked the tip with her tight lips and concave cheeks, before taking me down to hilt, then pulling back slowly all the way off.
"Yummy." she teased, as stood up again before snaking her tongue into my mouth. As she did this, I slid my fingers inside her. Again, she was dripping, and her juices coated my fingers.
I pulled my fingers to my mouth, and eagerly sucked them, relishing in the taste of her sweet nectar. "God you taste good!"
"Really? You're not just saying that?" she asked innocently, and honestly.
"I LOVE how you taste. So juicy and sweet!" I replied. "I can't get enough. And you taste VERY good tonight! I absolutely love it."
"I've never really tasted myself, before. I mean I have of course, I guess I just never really thought about it." she admitted, perhaps somewhat embarrassed.
I looked into her eyes, deeply, then slid my fingers back down between her legs, rubbing gently over her clit. She inhaled quickly as the wave of pleasure passed through her. As her wetness flowed over my fingers, I brought them back to my mouth, sucking on them, then pulling her lips to mine and sliding my tongue into her mouth.
"Could you taste that?" I inquired.
