I snuggled Persephone up against me. Her head rested on my chest. We had just finished 69ing, and were relaxing in her bed.
"You were awesome, love," I whispered to her.
"Zane," she purred, "have I mentioned that you're terrific?"
"So are you, Persephone," I murmured as I caressed her cheek.
We nestled closer and closed our eyes, falling asleep with our bodies entwingled.
When we woke up, we did our morning routine, showered together and then, having dried off, returned to her bed.
Persephone idly stroked my cock to life. "So when do I get to ride this lovely erection?"
"Whenever you want, honey," I whispered.
She smiled at me. "Always the gentleman. Never rushing me, but always willing to explore with me."
"Or do anything else to y... er, with you," I chuckled.
"To me works," she smiled. She was now stroking me with one hand and working her other hand somewhere between her legs.
"Anything for my sweetie," I murmured.
Persephone produced a tube of lubricant and dripped some onto my rod, then stroked up and down a few times to coat my pole with it. She gently pressed me down so I was lying flat on the bed with my pecker pointed straight up. Then she faced me and shifted her body. She lifted her hips and carefully guided my pole into her back channel.
"Lie still and let me do the work, dear," she purred.
"Whatever you like, honey," I replied. "You're very tight."
"I should be," she husked. "It's been a while."
She moved slowly up and down. My rod twitched every time she slid downwards. Her ass felt like a velvet glove around me. She reached down and began stroking her cock in the same rhythm as she bounced on mine.