by T. G. Haynes
To heighten the experience even further, he massaged her buttocks as she rode his shaft. Waiting until he was fully in tune with her tempo, gradually he began to work his hips in unison with her, meeting her backward thrusts with gentle forward flexions of his own. As he joined in she adored the way that his balls slapped against her. She sensed him doing his very best to hold back, to permit her to go at whatever pace she desired, but she could also tell that he ached to increase the tempo. Happy for him to do so, she thrust backwards faster and faster. As a consequence, she quickly built towards another climax as his cock slid in and out of her sopping wet pussy. The sensation was doubly satisfying - as the shaft pleasured her lips as it parted them with each and every stroke, the tip of his cock stimulated deep inside her.
She longed for them to come together, but she suspected that it wasn’t going to happen, for she knew that she was teetering on the cusp of a third climax. Whether Dexter sensed this too, or whether he simply couldn’t control himself any longer, Kate couldn’t be sure, however, the next instant, he grasped the cheeks of her bottom and began to thrust away with fast, vigorous strokes. It proved too much for her and she cried for joy as she experienced her third sensational orgasm of the night. With near split second timing he came in a series of spectacular bursts. Naughtily, she continued to back onto him as their respective orgasms subsided, milking every last drop of come out of his cock.
Finally, when they were both spent, they collapsed onto the bed. Kate wriggled around until she was lying next to him, then they cuddled, lovingly, before falling asleep in one another’s arms.
Kate slept sounder than she had done in a very long time. Her dreams all centred upon Dexter and how lucky she was to have found him. Though they had only known one another for a relatively short time she felt that they had already connected on a deep level and that their relationship would prove to be a happy, enduring one.
That said, it wasn’t just the emotional connection that made her feel so good about matters. Their physical bond was equally strong. Kate had never felt so in tune with a lover. The way that he kissed her, the way that he touched her, the way that he caressed her, the way that he made love to her, it was all so perfect she had never dreamt it was possible to feel so sexually satisfied.
Rolling over onto her back, her thoughts turned to how wonderful his hands felt when he ran them over her body. The way that his fingers lingered around her breasts, toying, teasing her nipples. And when he brought his mouth into play, kissing her neck...
Kate began to writhe around as the fantasy threatened to get out of hand. Opening her eyes she expected to snap out of the dream, but the only thing that changed was that she felt Dexter’s lips move from her neck down to her breasts. Realisation finally dawned upon her. Looking down, she found that he had woken before her and that he was treating her to what was fast turning into the perfect wake up call.
As he continued to kiss his way down her torso, Kate massaged the back of his head with her hands. Dexter looked up and grinned at her. She smiled at him in return. The next second she had even more reason to smile, as he lowered his head and licked her clit. She couldn’t believe how wet she still felt from the night before and it only took a matter of moments for her juices to flow freely. It was as if the intervening seven hours had been a mere interlude and that he was simply resuming where they had left off before falling asleep the previous night.
Fabulous though the sensation was, she longed to kiss her man, so she tried her best to pull him towards her. Though reluctant, he broke away from pleasuring her in order to acquiesce to her wishes. He made his way up the bed slowly, using the opportunity to gently brush his torso against hers. She loved the way that her breasts rubbed against his muscular chest. Lowering his head towards her, their lips were just about to meet when she sensed his right hand between her thighs. Delicately, he parted her pussy lips with his fingers, then slipped his cock inside her at precisely the same moment that he kissed her.
Perhaps it was due to the fact she was still feeling so turned on from their love making the previous evening, perhaps it was due to the fact that they kissed as he entered her; perhaps it was because he knew, intuitively, how to stimulate her. Whatever it was, she came the instant his cock slid inside her. Her pussy pulsed around his shaft, coating it with come. He rocked his hips back and forth, as if masturbating her with his lovely prick, happy to simply pleasure her.
As they kissed, Kate threw her arms around his shoulders and hugged him tightly. She never wanted to let go. It was a perfect moment, the first of many that they would experience together.
‘Morning,’ he said, as he sensed her orgasm subside and withdrew from her.
She kissed him once more before replying. ‘Morning.’ She then let out a little sigh of satisfaction. ‘You know, you’re very good at that.’
‘I’m glad you approve,’ he replied.
She was just about to reward him for his early morning efforts when the doorbell rang. Kate went to get out of bed, only she didn’t find it easy. He tried to ensnare her in his arms and pull her back beneath the duvet.
‘Stop it!’ she cried, laughing as she struggled to escape his clutches. Shrugging her dressing gown on, she added, ‘Who do you think it could be at this hour?’
‘Whoever it is, let them wait,’ he said, before making another grab for her.
Deftly, she skipped out of his reach, opened the bedroom door and then blew him a kiss before setting off downstairs. Just as she reached the hallway, the doorbell rang again. Kate fumbled with the latch, then opened the front door to find Sylvia standing on the doorstep.
‘Hello,’ Kate said. ‘What brings you around here so early?’
‘I was just wondering if you fancied a trip to Dream World this morning. Now that Richard is out of the picture we can experience whatever dreams we want without fear of him pestering us. Just think of all the fantasy men we can spend time with.’
As Sylvia finished speaking, Dexter wandered up behind Kate and began to kiss the back of her neck.
Kate smiled. ‘No thanks. I’ve got my very own dream man right here.’
With that, Kate bid her friend goodbye, closed the front door and led Dexter back up to the bedroom.
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