Instantly that's it; all his control is spent and with a slow, firm thrust he pushes up into you, aided by the way my hand is holding you spread and as he gives a low murmur of satisfaction he's suddenly there, deep inside and filling you from behind. Our kiss breaks as your moan escapes to join his, his hands on your hips holding you steady as with long, deliberate, strokes, he begins to fuck you. I find and match his rhythm with my fingers on your clit; they run in big, slow circles with an even pressure that swiftly builds to a steady momentum and the low moans from you suggest we're getting it just right. We lie there, your leg resting on my hip and my fingers teasing and stroking you as your husband works himself in and out of you until your gasps become a series of begging pleas for us not to stop - but behind you I can see your husband's wink again and I slow the pace of my strokes as he begins to rest; he thrusts himself up as far inside you as his cock will reach but, so, so tantalisingly, he then stays tremulously still inside you.
The soft moan that escapes your blushing lips is almost sorrowful, but it fails to stir a resumption from us and my hands shift to your hips as he eases himself from you. I kneel and begin to work my kisses back down your body, before turning around and lying inverse, head at your navel. He guides you up onto your knees and it quickly becomes clear what he intends as he gently but firmly eases your hips down, down against my waiting face.
As my tongue first brushes over you the response from you is immediate; an electric shock that runs up to the back of your neck and down to your toes - your husband smiles as he sees you twitch at the sudden warmth and softness of my mouth on your lips, tongue gently teasing the soft folds of your inner labia aside. You're soaking wet with arousal and the heat radiating from you is amazing against my lips. What's more, I can feel the throbbing beat of your pulse on my lips. The feel of you, the taste of you - even your scent - is insanely arousing and a little moan is drawn from the back of my throat.
You gasp at the vibration of my mouth against you and my body wriggles in response to your movement; all I'm aware of is the slick sexy mouthful pressed against my lips and the intense ache of my cock as it strains upwards, so aroused it's damn near reaching my belly button and ramrod stiff. I have no way of knowing it, but your lover's hands are still roaming over your body as he kneels next to you; one moment holding your hips down slightly onto me, the next sliding up over your back and sides in series of slow strokes. As his hands reach your shoulders, he kneads and massages you with firm thumbs and soft fingertips, and before he kisses you again, he leans into your neck and murmurs something to let you know you can return my gift.
His soft words are accompanied by a quick nibble of your earlobe - just for a moment - and after the deep kiss with him, your head drops to my waist without any hesitation. I can feel your body press down against mine - the soft, yielding pressure of your breasts against my lower chest and then a brushing softness as your lips pick a path of light, teasing kisses from my belly button out to my hip before trailing down the iliac curve and arching around the neatly-clipped hair at the base of my cock. Another gasp from you - brought on by a long lick of my flattened tongue over your clit - causes a warm wave of air to rush over me and my hips rise up from the bed to meet your mouth.
You're good. Seriously good. It's clear right from the start, as you open with a series of long, slow licks from the base to the tip and the glistening pearl of precum that forms in response to your kisses quickly vanishes in a teasing, tingling moment when you take the head of me into your mouth and roll your tongue around me with a gentle sucking motion. Mouth full, you're not quite able to smile as the moan you elicit from me rolls out of the back of my throat and ripples through my mouth and into your soaking pussy.
Your own whimpering response is muffled but unmistakable as the noise of a very aroused woman on the brink of a massive climax, and it becomes louder if not clearer as you push yourself further onto my cock and I, keen to please, swirl my tongue and lips around your clit in ever-faster, ever-firmer laps that bring you quickly to the edge...
...and then the hands that know you best, the hands that know exactly how to tempt and tease and bring every sinew of your body to a shaking, quivering epiphany, those hands are no longer stroking your back and shoulders but slipping down to cup the curves of your butt, fingers spread and caressing as they go - until suddenly your husband's fingers aren't just on you but inside you, a pair of them eased between pulsing, soaking lips. He eases and works them inside with a beckoning motion, pushing you down onto the mouth that's kissing up onto you.
It's overwhelming; so close for so long now, his firm strokes push you over the edge you've been teetering on and you clench around him in a vice-like grip as the spasms ripple through your body. Toes splayed, tummy taut and tense, your hands grasp the sheets while your moans echo into my body through my cock and your breasts heave against my body. It's unbelievable; you come with an intensity and vigour that exposes how unfair we were to deny you earlier.
My kisses slow from a frantic lick to a slow, gentle tease, playing in circles around your clit and flicking it with a soft tongue; your juices are streaming from your cunny and I take every drop I can, each rivulet running down my cheek a lost pearl of your sexuality that I hungrily crave,
The fingers inside you have slowed too, and your husband is better than I at spotting the moments to ease and when to quicken again, but between us we keep you rolling into a second, and then third orgasm until, shattered, you roll off me and collapse to the bed. I slip from your mouth as you pant and gasp your way back to having breath inside you and it's my turn to sigh with a moment of frustration as your warm lips leave my cock - still standing rigidly to attention but left feeling cold and wet in the morning air.
"Jesusfuckingchrist" is all you're able to say initially - several times over - as you roll onto your back and pant. My hand slips down to my waist and plays in the slick sheen your mouth has left on my cock, my thumb flicking over the underside of my glans lightly. It's an absent-minded sort of play, not really intentional, my body keen to keep alive the lingering sensational memory of your lips around me. I look you and your husband over - he's licking you from his fingers while trailing his other hand up and down the pale smooth silk of your thigh - while you're flat out, breasts rocking up and down with a satisfying heave as your breathing slowly returns to normal.
The dark bands of crisp shadow from the window blinds cross your body with a stark contrast to the bright stripes of sunlit skin. The combination of direct sun and post-orgasmic flush cause your freckles glow with a faint iridescence that I want to run my - admittedly slightly aching - mouth over and kiss. So I do.
