Anne stirred, aware that she was alone in her bed. The glow of daylight framed the curtains, telling her that hours had passed since she had fallen asleep. Disappointment rose like bile in her throat.
"Damn him!" she muttered.
"What did I do?" Tim asked.
Anne jumped, turning to the sound of Tim's voice. Looking into his eyes, she tried to read his expression. Concern etched lines in his forehead and narrowed his eyes. She took a moment to be sure.
"What did I do?" he repeated.
She dropped her head in embarrassment. "I thought you'd left without waking me to say good-bye. I'm sorry."
"That idea bothers you?"
"I'd wanted to wake up in your arms. Or, at least feeling you near me. It's been a long time since I felt the warmth of a shared bed," she confessed.
Tim rose from the chair near the bed and joined Anne under the covers. His arms encircled her waist, pulling her close. She draped an arm over his shoulder and pulled herself close to him. Her nipples tingled deliciously as she pressed them against his muscled chest.
"Mmm! Thank you," Anne sighed, snuggling closer. The warmth was a tonic for her lonely nights. She wished she could keep this marvelous lover for a while. She let that thought drift away as the hint of desire spread from her nipples to the flesh of her loins. Giving the urges manifestation, she reached up to Tim's lips and kissed him firmly. Her belly felt the first swelling of his cock. He returned the kiss and his cock grew harder, larger.
She brought a hand to the stiffening flesh and said, "Does this mean that I am not the only one who doesn't want you go right away?"
Tim moved his lips to Anne's ear and whispered, "I was sitting, watching you sleep and wanted to wake you and make love to you. But I didn't know how you would take it."
In answer to his courtesy, Anne gently thrust her hips into his. Tim slipped his tongue into her ear and felt her thrust gain force. Renewing their kiss, their hands explored each other with the passion of new lovers, seeking to please. Sensitivities noted the night before were explored and expanded upon as they both sought to fulfill each others desires as well as their own passions. The frenzy came upon them quickly as hands, lips and tongues aroused their loins.
Anne took control, rolling Tim on his back and straddling his abdomen. Bracing herself with a hand over each of Tim's shoulders, Anne slowly slid her hips down his belly, until she felt that lovely erect cock cradle itself in crack of her ass. The whole time, her eyes were boring into his, commanding that he meet her need. He did not fail her.
His hands caressed, petted and kneaded her swaying breasts as they hung heavily over his chest. He sensed her lust's increases, as he used greater pressure and aggressiveness in mauling her globes. Anne's reaction was to raise herself up and impale herself on his cock. She flinched as she slammed down on his groin with one passion-fired thrust. She gloried in being filled as she had never before been filled by a man's cock.
With her vagina ravaging his organ, Tim felt he was on top of the world. The frantic humping ignited his desires further. The almost brutal handling of Anne's breasts, which she encouraged lustily, fed an inner hunger of his own. He marveled at their size, their firmness and the energy with which they rebounded off her chest as she humped his cock. He added his tongue to the ministrations applied to Anne's bounteous tits. Anne began gasping, muttering and crying out for more.
Tim wasn't comfortable with the level of cruelty that Anne begged of him, but he answered her pleadings, finding it exhilarating to feel such power over her body. Yet he wondered who was really in power here. He sensed Anne was. He answered her every demand or plea with an increasingly violent passion of his own. It scared him. It excited him.
Anne's passion broke upon her abruptly. She caught herself with Tim's cock head just inside her vaginal lips. It pressed against her clitoris, twitching, ringing an alarm in her. Spasms locked her there, holding the magnificent organ in her sex, triggering wave after wave of pleasure. She devoured every sensation, dowsing her frenzied passion in the exquisite release radiating from her loins. Moments later, she collapsed on top of Tim, still feeling his organ within her.
Tim slowed his hips to a gentle rhythmic thrusting. His right hand rose to Anne's head and began caressing her hair. She sighed and relaxed, letting the satiation flow throughout her body. Months of frustration were succumbing to the generous attentions of her lover. More peace was found here than just release from sexual frustration.
With her sexual hunger sated and an inner peace realized, Anne returned to the moment, feeling Tim's hard cock slowly riding in and out of her. Sitting herself up again on his cock, Anne watched Tim's eyes follow the shifting mass of her tits as she rose.
"Tim. You seem to like my breasts," she stated.
"I would be crazy not to. They are so full and round and firm. And I loved how touching them turns you on. How could I not love your tits - I mean breasts?" He blushed at having used the move vulgar term.
"It's okay to call them tits. This isn't exactly a formal setting you know. And just so you know that I have no qualms about such terms, let me ask you this. How would you like to fuck my tits with that beautiful cock of yours?"
He grinned and nodded agreement, thinking briefly of the view of his mother's breasts (tits?) in the vanity mirror, with her slim hand slipping between her own ample mounds while he pressed them together.
Anne rolled off of him, laying on her back next to him. She patted her chest, inviting Tim to straddle her body and place his cock in the desired crevice. He took in the sight of Anne's tits, splayed, yet still firm enough to stand proudly up from her ribs. She had a magnificent body. And Anne's breasts were the most pronounced manifestation of that sexuality. He loved what he saw. Shaking his reverie off, Tim rolled to a sitting position on Anne's body.
Anne, looking up at Tim's face, lifted her arms from her sides, cradling her breasts into raised mounds upon her chest, she grabbed his hips, she pulled Tim further up her body, causing his thighs to push her raised tits to stand higher still. They became small mountains pushed up to her collarbone. Anne's tits jiggled teasingly at every movement either one of them made. Releasing her grip on his hips, Anne cupped her tits and pressed them firmly around Tim's organ.
"Fuck my tits, Tim. Do it as hard as you want. You already know I like it rough on my tits. Fuck 'em hard." Her words became harsher as she spoke.
Tim, still aroused, placed his hands against the headboard and began to hump Anne's chest. It felt like warm, soft pillows to him. He had to stretch his senses to get the feeling he craved. This made it even more exciting. He had to focus on the flesh pressing against his cock. The pleasure increased.
"Harder," she urged.
