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I wake slowly, drifting in that half-awake state where dreams seem part of life. Before they fade, I remember images of being ravished by a man on a beach in the dark. The sky above us full of stars. He had been hard against me, and... he had fondled me, always waking me at night, revving me up with probing fingers. His palm cupping between my legs, massaging my vulva, making it swell, dripping on his fingers. At the same time, his lips and mouth latch on my thick nipples. My poor nubs are always sensitive, as if waiting for the next time my lover ravishes them. And why do I continually sleep on my back with legs parted? Naked as I was, it was but an invitation.
"Mmmm..." I murmur as I realize it is real and my lover is awake and amorous.
I can not blame him. He is in his sexual prime, just as I am. Neither of us can help ourselves with each other's bodies. All we seem to do these days is pet and fondle each other shamelessly. Be it in the hallway, the dining room, the kitchen, living room, the garage, bathroom, shower... or bedroom, our hands and lips seak each other like magnets. Lips sucking tongues. Fingers probing, backs arching. I have never felt so alive.
I can barely see his form in the dark, but I can feel his body molding to mine. His head over my breast as he sucks noisily and franticly at my nipple. While my lover's fingers invade my wetness to find that special place inside the top of my cunt and rub. Jabbing gently in me time after time.
"Yes," I gasp. "Make me cum..."
As his thumb finds my blood-gorged clit, he sends me to new heights. I cum so easy these days. He has awakened sensations in me that I thought long lost. Or were they just waiting for his touch? As I near my point of release, I stop caring and thinking beyond the next tweak, suck and pump, bringing me closer...
"Oh yeah... just like that... ah... yes... oh... do it... do it..."
I am sexually vocal, the opposite of him, with his quiet intensity. In daytime, his piercing eyes do all his speaking when we couple. Now in the dark, I am denied that and focus on my other senses to enjoy his presence: smell, touch, and sound. Sensory denial can be so delicious. Like the day he blindfolded me. I have never had a lover like him and already know I never will. Our connection can not be surpassed or even matched by any other man.
"Yes, oh yes."
His cock feels like a hard meat spike on my thigh. Precum leaks on my flesh, starting a reaction that reaches my aroused and sex-addled brain. My cunt leaks over his fingers. Sents of my juices waft to our nostrils to further our arousal. As if it can be any more.
"I need you..." I gasp. "In me..."
In a flash, he shifts over and between my parting thighs. My legs split open for him like they have never for any man. I want him so badly, I gasp in anticipation. It's all I live for these days. To have him in me, deep inside. To have him take me and make me his possession, his fuck-toy. His manhood is thick and heavy on my groin. Touching my aroused clit it sends electricity through my nervous system. I shudder in pleasure, and he is not even in me yet.
But then, my mood changes. I need something else first.
"In my mouth," I say, surprised at my recently acquired open wantonness. "Bring it to me."
As he moves his body to bring me that delicious cock to suck on, I revel in the moment and realize how much I have changed. How much he and I have changed each other, to be exact. There has never been a lover I felt so close to or connected to as I do with him. The chemistry is undeniable. From his touch to the way he tastes and how we interact, I know this. There will never be a lover to match him ever in my life, and none will ever surpass him.
His heavy, thick cock bounces as he comes closer, tapping the edge of my aroused nipple. Before I have him in my mouth, I need to give him something else he likes. Placing a hand on his groin, I stop him right there and reach for my tits. Spitting between them, I place his erect rod between my ample breasts. In the near dark, I see his head nod and hear a sigh of approval.
"Fuck my titties, baby," I urge him. "They are yours."
And slowly, he begins the ritual of sliding his love muscle between my aroused boobs. Reaching down to touch me, he lets his palms and fingers clasp my breasts over my own hands. Soon, his thumbs rub my hard nipples in rhythm to his thrusts.
"Oh yes, that's good," I say, craning my neck to bring my mouth close to his tip.
I can't see it well, but I can sure feel it on my flesh. Spitting on my cleavage again, I lean over, so my lover's thick head rubs on my tongue each time it gets close to my mouth. His leaking precum, sweet and salty at the same time, adds to my arousal. The last time we did this, he came quickly from the excitement. He sure loves my tits!
But he came twice earlier before we fell asleep, so this time I hope he lasts longer. Or will he? I remind myself that he recharges quickly and is probably going to cum if I let this continue. And while the notion of a pearl necklace is interestingly amusing, I would rather have his man-juice in my mouth first. Even amid my arousal, I can still think and have a plan for him since he woke me so pleasantly.
"In my mouth, baby," I urge him. "Put it in my mouth."
