To hell with it I thought to myself, I don’t have any appointments today. I will stay home. So I gleefully turned and went back to bed. In the moments that I left you felt the bed cool; you felt my absence and stirred awake. “Come back in here….. please” you said plaintively. “You can work at home can’t you?” you asked. You knew as did I that today was to be the worst of the storm. “Yup”, I responded as I lifted the covers and climbed back in.
As soon as I was back in our cozy nest, you cuddled up against me. I pulled the covers over us and pulled you to me. The darkness enveloped us as we lay there warm under the reassuring weight of the blankets and the heat of our love that they contained. It was when you cuddled up against me that I realized that you were nude under the covers. You must have gotten warm during the night and shed your nightgown. It was unusalfor you to sleep naked, but I loved it.
Feeling the heat of your warm soft feminine curves pressing against my own naked skin inflamed my desire immediately. The tantalizing flames of arousal took purchase of the real estate below my belly button. It was a piquant gripping sensation that I felt rippling exquisitely from deep inside my rectum and radiating out to grasp my penis and perineum making them tingle and flush with arousal. My penis jerked intuitively and began to engorge, stiffen and throb.
You leaned against me, raised your leg, and bent it to cover my groin. I felt the velvet smooth and soft warmth of your inner thigh settle on and cover my cock. As the weight of your leg came down and pressed my hardened male desire, I felt several warmed drops of my need for you dribble on my belly.
I wrapped my arms around you as you sighed and cuddled against me. Your naked body on me was just as intoxicating now as it was when we first came together in the loving comfort of our marriage bed 38 years ago. Despite the familiarity of your sexy body there is still a mystery to it that inspires me to touch you and feel you. So as we lay there my hands wandered all over your body, savoring the exquisite feminine softness of you, feeling your velvet sexiness and stroking your soft skin. For a long time I kneaded your back and shoulders working the knots out of them.
An hour went by, you spent it in my arms luxuriating in the sweet relief as the sore muscles in your back loosened and relaxed at the strong insistence of my hands. My warm hands knew the landscape of your back so well. They knew all the sore spots and the places where the tension of your day collected and hid as tightened aches. I flushed out those aching places with my long strong fingers and replaced their pain with blissful warmth. You struggled to stay awake to swim in the loving attention that my hands spread across your back. However the relaxation was so pervasive that you repeatedly sank below the surface of consciousness and dozed in the pool of gratifying love under the covers. With your face leaning on the reassuring firmness of my chest you succumbed to sleep.
I listened to your deep and regular breathing as the deep relaxing prodding of my hands on the taught muscles of your back kept you from surfacing to the clarity of reality. I wondered what you were dreaming about as you wrapped your arm over my naked chest and held me tightly. Even in your sleep you needed my reassuring presence and the assurance that I was there with you in this dim world that was fogging your mind.
The hours drifted by. The more relaxed your back muscles felt, the deeper you slept. The first glimpses of the light of the day began to peer thru the blinds that covered our window. The day to come watched us with perverse curiousity as we lay entwined in vulnerable nakedness in our bed.
As we lay there skin to skin, my arousal began to transform. The red hot lust that I felt for you had changed. Instead of erotic desperation that I felt for you earlier I now felt a deeply erotic peace; it penetrated me to my core and filled me witha desire to adore you. The intimate sensuality of your sweet sexy body was an aphrodisiac that had permeated my male flesh and had saturated me. The feminine warmth of you was now surging through the familiar terrain of my bloodstream and was claiming my body to be your own prize. It was terrain that it knew well as it had been here many times before. It discovered the firm flesh of my penis; in familiar abandon it seized my penis and tempered it to steely hardness. But as your feminine ardor hardened the tool that would ultimately give you great pleasure, it created a molten pool of love for you inside of me. The steamy heat of that love was a drug that clouded my mind with feelings of reverence and adoration for you. I could think of nothing else but the lushness of your womanly body and your deep love for me.
The heat of desire that filled me seemed to melt my own skin away. As we lay there together, I began to lose all sensation of where I ended and where you began. I leaned my face down to kiss your forehead, and the sweet scent of your hair filled my head. The rich perfume of you took hold of the last bit of clarity in my mind and focused it on you. You now had my total attention. Lying in this bed I could think of nothing else but you.
The pending day was more insistent now. It wanted to see us and feed its own arousal on the intimate expression of our love that its light illuminated in the privacy of our bed. What it saw was me running my fingers through your hair, burying my face in the tangle of your tresses and kissing the top of your head. I felt this deep need to kiss you to claim you and remind you that you were mine.
As my fingers ran through the silken softness of your hair you sighed quietly. Your scalp tingled causing the clouds of sleepiness to part and shed the clarity of consciousness on you. You looked up at me and smiled then lowered your head and I felt your soft lips kiss the tender skin on my neck. The sensation of your lips on me sent a chilling wave of delight across my skin. When the wave crested in my head, the resulting crescendo made my head buzz.
It had been almost two hours since I awoke and I was still lost in the feel of you. This was the most exquisite and delightful two hours I had spent in the last month, yet I hadn’t really moved an inch the entire time.
My right hand was still wrapped around you, underneath you, holding your head and my left hand was now wandering over your soft skin teasing it and stroking it. I sought out my favorite places on your body and I lavished the loving warmth of my touch on them. I encircled the sweet soft hollow of your bellybutton with my fingertips. I cupped the underside of your breasts in my palm and caressed them and palpated them as if I was trying to express milk from them as we did many years ago; I pinched and tweaked your now rigid nipples. There was no milk this time though, the only thing that the warmth my massage drew from them was your own arousal.
As we lay there the sweet – pungent scent of your arousal began to fill the bed and escape from under the covers. That earthy feminine perfume that emanated from the glistening lips between your legs made my mouth water and my penis drip with equal fervor. I longed to lay you on your back and open your legs to reveal the ripe moist fruit between your thighs. Parting the lips of that lush ripe fruit, the nectar of your womanhood would glisten on its silken petals. I imagined that I was a hummingbird that would hover over your lips and my tongue would flit into the pool of your nectar as I drank your feminine sweetness. My thirsty laving of your lips would be interrupted only by my tantalizing suckling of your pearly clit, which would cause a flood of your nectar to spew from deep inside you anew.
But as you kissed a trail up my neck and gave me little sucking bites under my ear, I was immobilized to do anything.
I was now almost three hours from when I first awoke. The sexual dynamics in our bed were changing. You were now awakened and limber from my relentless massage. Your head was clear and your vagina was warm with love and damp with desire. I was being pushed to the role of passive receiver and you were asserting control. You kissed a trail down my neck and followed a path to my erect nipple. When your hot mouth arrived at my turgid pink nub you clamped onto it and sucked hard. Your lips and tongued pulled and tugged on the rubbery eraser sized button of desire on my chest; it contracted in erotic delight. Ripples of pleasure penetrated deep into me and almost took my breath away. You suckled harder as if you were trying to suck imaginary milk from me. However, the insistent teasing and cajoling of your sucking did not yield a liquid reward at my nipple, it caused the nectar of my need to stream from my turgid penis
As you pulled and suckled and massaged my agonized nipple it pooled the warm nourishing sweetness of my body deep inside of me and warmed it to a steamy boil. As my stiffened penis twitched and jerked in response to the sweet agony of your suckling. I felt the hot well of my desire pooling and bubbling just behind my balls. My cum was welling up in anticipation of the exquisite delight of release.
My breath was now getting swallower and shallower and more erratic as my desire was being stoked by the need that I had fueled in you by the selfless adoration I had given you all morning. The peaceful gratifying adoration I had reveled in earlier was being transformed again. As I lay there with you aside me suckling me and running your hands over me I was consumed with a desperate desire that bordered on lust.
Before I could come to grips with the lust that was filling me, I felt your delicate hand grasp my heavy throbbing cock and squeeze it tenderly. The feeling was electrifying. I gasped audibly.
In response to my sudden acknowledgement of the impact of your hand on my aching penis, you lurched to your knees, straddled me, grasped my face between your hands and kissed me deeply. I swooned. Everything was happening so fast.
As the light of day filled the room the needles of snow tapped on the windows. All of a sudden I was drawn to awareness of place and time by the roaring scrape of a snowplow thundering past our bedroom window. But you didn’t care about the snow, the plow or the wind whistling past our window. All you wanted was the intensely gratifying and satisfying sensation of having your vagina be filled by my penis. That was your intent and you wasted no time in achieving it.
So as the roar of the plow outside our house came to a crescendo, it was matched by the roar of blood rushing in my ears as you firmly held my engorged cockhead pressed against the mouth of your hungry vagina. You pushed my throbbing, drooling pink knob past the quivering lips of your womanhood forcing your pussy to swallow me whole. The thick hot length of my cock seemed to gag your pussy mouth as it stretched it to accommodate its girth. I slid effortlessly into you, creating a delightful friction as I parted the flesh inside you and plunged deeper and deeper into you. I was so deep inside of you I could feel the heat of your soul.
When I was in you to the hilt, the mouth of your vagina was stretched open to its limit at the base of my cock and your clitoris was pressed against my pubic bone. You love riding me cowgirl. The feeling of fullness in your vagina and the delightful sensation of grinding your clit against me is what has earned your love of this position. Beyond the sensation there is the sense of power of being able to use me at your discretion to stir your own pleasure and cause your own orgasm to crest.
With that very intention you embraced my face between your hands again and kissed me deeply. There are kisses that we share that are sweet and reassuring, and there are those that a re perfunctory. But that kiss given on Tuesday morning, a kiss given as you straddled my hips with my penis buried deep inside your needy vagina was a soul kiss. We were joined sexually and we were joined emotionally. The sexual energy and the love flowed in equal measure into your pussy and into your mouth. You drank in my love and my lust simultaneously. The synergy of love and lust is powerful. It awakened a primal urge in you.
As you kissed me you did not thrust your pelvis up and down, to milk the cream from me, instead you ground your clit back and forth on the hard ridge of my pubic bone to seek your own orgasm. The mouth of your vagina was clamped on to the base of my cock as if it was holding on to a life line. The heat of friction on your sexy bud inflamed your arousal and had ignited an erotic fire in your pussy. The harder you ground your clit on me the harder you kissed me and the harder you kissed the more you needed to grind against me.
This sexual paradox consumed you and took control of you. I was struck that my presence was almost lost on you. I had become nothing more than a source of a hot hard penis and warm lips to give both of your mouths’ what they had been thinking about since we awoke earlier.
My penis was coated with the cream of our lust, it is running from you and lubricating my pubic bone. The warm wet skin above my penis afforded you a perfect surface to greedily rub against in your pursuit of orgasmic pleasure. You were rocking rhythmically on me and sucking on my mouth, lips and tongue as your grinding became more assertive. You stopped kissing every few moments to catch your breath but you couldn’t stop for long because you needed those kisses to stir your arousal and harden your clit. The inside of your vagina was open like a balloon, as your arousal filled it up. My penis was being held firmly in you by the mouth of your pussy but my cockhead was suspended inside of you and was untouched by the warm wet skin of your female canal.
You pulled your mouth from mine as the tension of pending orgasm reached it limit inside you; it was like a coiled spring that could be wound no more. You acknowledged the overpowering bliss that was pent up inside your pussy by whispering a string of filthy thoughts in my ear; this blistering narrative ended in a throaty groan. You buried your face in my neck and commenced to grind against me with such determination that it was borderline assault on my cock. Your humping was hard, erratic, and purposeful; your breathing was staccato. I knew that your climax was imminent. I embraced you, wrapping my arms around you, holding you tight. I then whispered sweetly in your ear, telling you to give into to it and cum, telling you to savor the hot thickness of my penis that filled you and I urged you to cum. I held your face to mine and placed your lips to my own. I gave you a kiss that demanded that you cum. Wordlessly it told you to savor the sweet satisfaction of my hard penis inside you.
You succumbed and the erotic spring inside you unwound and cascaded in a series of sweet pulsing contractions. They seized your vagina and squeezed it hard; the resulting waves of pleasure reverberated through your body. The resulting ecstasy washed over your body and made you tremble with delight. You squealed as the pulsing contractions clamped rhythmically on my penis. I held you to me kissing you and stroking you as wave after wave of rhapsodic bliss tugged mercilessly on your pussy, clit, belly and nipples.
As the orgasm vacated your sodden pussy, I began to press my penis up into you by rocking my own pelvis. My own arousal was at a fevered pitch from having witnessed and experienced your deep hard orgasm. With one hand on the small of your back and another behind your head I delivered parrying thrusts of my own ardor into your pussy, stabbing your vagina repeatedly with my hard cock..
I was desperate to fuck you, to possess you and to penetrate you deeply. The desperation of my need to be inside you was total. I pushed into you deeply and ground against you, into you. The friction of my humping was not lost on your steaming pussy. My deep thrusting was reigniting your waning orgasm. I was rolling underneath you like a stormy sea. My penis was impaling you repeatedly, stirring you once more. My heated penetration was refusing to grant your steaming vagina peace and respite. As I was rolling under you, you were straining to grasp at me and claim the additional pleasure that you knew was there within your reach.
The arousal that I had nursing all morning was not to be denied any longer; the knot of desire deep inside me became untied and my climax crested. I froze with my back arched and my arms embracing you as I pressed into you to feed your pussy the cream of my desire. In several ecstatic pulses that were accompanied by shuddering waves of deep pleasure I jettisoned thick ropes of my cum deep into your pussy as I quaked uncontrollably. I spilled my very soul into your hot gaping vagina as I clung to your soft sweet body for my own dear life.
The pulsing thrashing orgasm that you witnessed me experiencing had the same effect on you that yours had on me earlier. My climax triggered your second orgasm; as my orgasmic quaking slowed your own crescendo crested and you crashed convulsively into a deep hot pit of ecstasy.
As post coital bliss enveloped us both I kissed you and held you tightly. It was now 10:00 AM.
The snow was deep outside and getting deeper by the minute. I didn’t care. I stroked your head and held you tightly. Soon we were both asleep again, you were still straddling me. Thirty minutes later when my awakening stirred you, I was still inside you. Your vagina had relinquished its lusty contents all over my belly while we slept. Both the bed and the two of us were a wet sticky mess, but it didn’t matter. We could shower and the linens could be laundered; but what remained in both of us was the deep love we had shared that morning.
Now as I sit here 4 days later recalling the sweet events of the morning that love remains. It warms my heart and it stiffens my cock.
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