Page 34 of The Leaves In Autumn
“That feels wonderful.”
After a minute she turns and leans back to rinse. The suds stream over shoulders and down her back and breasts. When it is done, she takes the bar of soap and lathers her hands. Then they are on me. Slowly, she washes my body, as I did hers. She takes my dick and balls in hand and torturously slow, makes sure I am clean. It has nothing to do with cleanliness.
We switch places, and warm water courses over my shoulders, down to my feet. When all the soap is off, she takes a seat on the tiled bench. One finger calls me. This woman has game by the pound.
My dick is in her mouth and hands take ahold of my ass. My hands are on her shoulders, legs spread. Ohhhh, fuck. There is a talent to sucking dick. I have heard other guys say all blow jobs are good. They haven’t had one like this. Nothing is missed. Balls are sucked. My ass is played with, and she puts a finger inside. Just to the exact spot I like. But it is the penis that gets the glory. Both my heads are about to blow.
“God. You suck so good.”
When the orgasm approaches, I stop her.
“I want to fuck you. In bed.”
“Let’s get comfortable.”
I turn off the water and reach for the towels.
We half ass dry what needs drying. Hands and feet, a fast pass over hair. Neither wants to waste time. Walking back to the bedroom, I use a few moments to open the drapes and let the moonlight in.
“Good thinking.”
She turns down the bedding, plumps a pillow and lays on the smooth white sheet. Looks like a fucking goddess.
“Music?’
“Oh yes!”
“I don’t know if you’ll like my playlists, but it’ll work.”
“If I don’t you can sing.”
I grab the cell and bring up the lists. Here it is. This one. The phone gets set on the nightstand, and I adjust the volume to a soft level.
“Now, where were we?”
Arms and legs entwine until I roll her on top.
“Want a ride?”
“Where’s my cowboy hat when I need it?”
“You don’t need a thing.”
She straddles and positions herself, lips against dick. I move to guide it in, but she stops me.
“Give me your hands,” she says, reaching for me.
Fingers thread together and she keeps eye contact. A roll of hips and torso moves her pussy back and forth over my hard dick. Like a belly dancer. Christ. Fingers tighten. Thighs too. My breathing quickens. She stays steady, keeping the same rhythm. With each roll, I get more aroused. Moving backwards, lips open and I can see the tiny clit pop out. Moving forward, her lips cling to my dick and make my balls fucking tingle. She has night moves.
I can’t take it any longer. I flip her on her back and cover her body with mine. No need for discussion, her legs spread in agreement.
Guiding myself in, I watch the beautiful face looking at me. With every thrust, and meeting lift, we come closer. Become closer. I couldn’t swear there’s music playing, or moonlight streaming in. There is nothing but what we are together in the moment.
It is an overwhelming sensation I have never experienced. So much more meaningful than I ever anticipated. Why is it bringing tears to my eyes? No! There’s no crying in sex! I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to hide the weakness in me. One fat tear escapes and rolls down my cheek, falling on her hair. Mercifully, she stays silent. I start to come. It eliminates all proof of anything but ecstasy.
CHAPTER 12
Barbra
