| Straight: Husband and Wife: First time: last time (14/18) |
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hurried, so sweetly sordid, always in the dark. She lifted my limp cock and let it fall. A stream of hot water ran down my chest to my crotch, flowed from the soft end and into her face, like hot, clear piss.
‘I hope you have something left?’
‘I should hope so. What did you have in mind?’
‘That was fucking and it was great. No, it was fantastic! You’re a wonderful fuck, Adam – Christ, when I think of the dickheads – little boys - I’ve had. You’re generous, considerate, gentle… and you know when to be rough… you played me like a fucking piano. Christ! I never thought I could cum like that, ever.… so long, so hard…’ Again I knew what she was going to say next. ‘But now I want you to make love to me, as if… as if… you love me.’ Her mouth closed around me. I looked down at this beautiful young girl sucking my cock to hardness in the shower and I did love her. At that moment I honestly loved her. I started to swell and she looked up at me and winked. I laughed. Her finger moved to my arse. ‘Ah! No babe. Not just yet… I’m not ready for that just yet.’ ‘Hey, I’m only learning! What about this?’
She virtually swallowed the head of my cock and started to fuck me with her mouth, two fingers rubbing the muscular section of perineum between my legs painfully hard, digging her long nails in. A sweet tingling in my gut told me I was ready for that level of stimulation, but I wouldn’t have believed it till she started. I reached down and toyed with her nipples, then I grabbed her hair and pulled her head away, fixed her eyes with mine. ‘Let me take you to bed. Before it’s too late…’
I dried her fantastic body and she, in turn, dried me. Without hesitation I led her to our room. I motioned to the bed and she lay on her side. I joined her there and we kissed. She looked around. ‘Are you sure, Adam?’ She furrowed her brow and her eyes were moist. ‘I fuck in the guest room. I make love in here.’ She knew me well enough by now to understand that the wry humour told her to trust me. I was OK. ‘I love you. Adam… I fucking love you.’
‘I love you too, Regina.’ We kissed. ‘How are you? The headaches I mean… is there anything I can get you?’ ‘No…I’m fine. Can’t believe it. To be honest, since I’ve been with you… the pain has almost gone. No black-outs, nothing… just a dull ache that, after what I’ve been through, is a godsend.’ When Danielle’s illness first struck her down, I never imagined we would not, could not, make love again. Since then, so many times I had lain alone in this bed, replaying our last time, wishing I had taken more care and really shown her how much I loved her. I recalled other nights we’d spent together, sometimes cumming and crying simultaneously as I did so, praying we would get one more chance. It was not to be. Regina looked up at me and smiled, as if reading my mind. Love and |
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