Deep of Night

[captainb]

OOC: This thread is for myself and MtnAngelWV.
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A distant rumble of thunder rolls across the valley. Two dogs bark briefly in the night, their voices faint and surfacing briefly over the buzz of the insects from the fields. A single sheet covers us, the humid air stirred slightly by the fan whirring in the corner. It's been a long night, one of those where you teeter on the edge of sleep for hours but can't quite make that final step. There was no doubt that I was tired. After four weeks, Highway 72 still had sixteen miles of repaving to go. The hour and a half drive each way was tough enough, but I'd been putting in a lot of overtime, too. The company had offered to put me up in a motel with some of the other workers, but I didn't want to leave Bonnie alone, not now. Kind of funny to say that, considering I only seemed to see her at breakfast. She always got up to feed me in the morning and pack a box full of food. Then a small smile and a kiss, and nothing more until she rolled over sleepily to kiss me goodnight as I fell into bed after my shower.

At least I got to see her. Billy was just a lump under the blankets whenever I looked in on him, whether early morning or late at night. He was too young to understand why I was never there, and greeted me with happy surprise each Sunday like I was a favorite uncle. He knew to call me Daddy, but wasn't getting a real lesson in what it meant. That gnawed at me. Bonnie and I hardly talked except on the weekend, and that wasn't good either. I was working hard to support a family that seemed to be getting farther away each day.

I looked at the silhouette of her back beside me. Strange how two people could be the best of friends, could know each other intimately in body and mind and yet become almost shy about physical contact. It seemed like a long time since we had made love. Of course, she was only a month away from our next child, god willing. Her moods were swinging in chaotic synch with her hormones, and I was trying to be the understanding husband. I mean, I knew what she was going through, I tried to understand what she felt; it was all of this intellectual comprehension that didn't allow me to feel any real anger towards her. Instead it all balled up into frustration. I couldn't lay blame anywhere except at my feet. Even that wasn't satisfying because I had to be doing what I was doing. The pay was good, the overtime was great, and we needed every penny to pay for the doctors and the vet bill and the medicine and the mortgage on this goddamn trailer and the gas bills which kept going up... I rolled onto my side towards her and sighed. No wonder I have such lousy nights. Lucky I don't drink much, but it sure would be easy to go over that line.

I rested my hand softly on her hip, recognizing the feel of her filmy nightgown. Sometimes on the weekends we'd find ourselves in a mad passionate embrace in one of our rare private moments. At times lust would wash over her and I would stroke her until she cried out and shuddered against my hand. But my pleasure had taken a back seat. Her back hurt a lot and she got headaches, and she sometimes got weirded out over the idea of me entering her body where her baby was. God, it would have been easy for me to call her a liar and get angry and stomp out, so easy to say she just didn't care. But I knew. I knew it wasn’t true because I understood, and sometimes I wished to god I didn't. And the whole thing circled around and around and I ended up masturbating in the bathroom, feeling like hell about it.

But I still wanted to please her and I got pleasure out of making her feel good, even if I didn't get the response I need. So my hand slipped over her swollen belly, stroking lightly over the deep inset of her navel, feeling the thin line of pale hair that trailed down between her legs. I know this is just for her, but I don't care because I love her and I want her to know that hasn't changed. She isn't always receptive to my late-night offer, but at the least I can hold her close, feeling her body mold to mine as I snuggle up against her back.

 

[Guest]

The endless nights stretch out into one long day. Every day becoming more and more unbearable. The sweltering heat of the this July is too unspeakable for words. The demands have been so high on me that I feel as though I will crack like the dry earth, falling into oblivion. Men, as my husband, work to pay the bills and feed the family, that vicious cycle that never ends. A woman burdened by the responsibilty of making the money last from week to week, she gets so few rewards. Very seldom does anyone offer to reimburse her monitarily for her efforts. I wonder often what makes this world worth the effort.

Then I see the smile on my young son's face, the fresh innocence of being a child, waiting to explore every inch of the new world. There are also the rare moments stolen between husband and wife, sometimes strained but always hidden passion boiling beneath the surface. The desires bursting at the seams, wanting so badly to erupt time and time again. If only....

If only we could delay the pressures of life and submit to the pleasures of the flesh.

The persiration forms above my brows, slipping past the corners of me eyes, meeting at the hollow of my throat to slide between my aching swollen breasts. I lie in the bed praying that the fan will offer some faint amount of relief from this damnedable humidity, giving way to the sleep that only threatens to overcome my fatigued body. As if sensing my discomfort, the tiny being growing rapidly inside of me begins its nightly ritual. Small fingers seem to grab me by the ribs and tug. My hand reaches down, gently messaging the hand to sooth the movements.

Then I feel my husband's hand slide under the thin sheet to its resting spot. I almost cringe at the sensations. I want him to stop and yet the conflicting emotions stand in the way. I want him to continue. If only these maddening thoughts of insurmountable demands on me would dissipate into the night, then I would be completely free. The passion could rise to the surface. The desire would implode my being. If only....

 

[MtnAngelWV]

OOC: Sorry CaptainB that was my posting but somehow I am unregistered in it...I also noticed a few grammatical errors that I cannot edit Hope you can still understand it

 

[captainb]

ooc: no worries, it's great.
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She stirred restlessly at my touch, but there was no other response. I didn’t think she was asleep, but I wasn’t sure. If she were sleeping it wouldn’t do to wake her. I brought my hand back to her hip, wide with the extra weight she had recently put on. The sheet was pushed low on our bodies and I felt the warm air rising from her skin. The last thing I wanted was to push her into something she didn’t want. Grudgingly given sex was worse than none, and if she refused then she’d probably feel bad about that too. No winners there. Best to just help her sleep, if that’s what she needed.

I placed my hand gently on her upper back, feeling the damp skin under the scoop of her nightgown. We really needed to get air conditioning in here, if just for the sake of the kids, I thought as I began to slowly rub her shoulder blade. Kids, hmm. Two air conditioners, or have them sleep with us, I thought dully. I decided then to buy one this weekend. It would set us back a bit and the electric bill would go up, but the kids would need it. Summer hadn’t reached its peak yet. Bonnie would want to be near the baby, she’d had Billy in here with us for the first few weeks. Maybe she’d even go in their room to sleep if it was cooler. *sigh* I loved my boy and the baby, but god they were expensive.

I really needed to sleep, but it was like fifty voices in my head all clamoring at once, saying the same things over and over. I imagined opening the window and screaming Shut Up! at the top of my lungs, or breaking piles of glass bottles with a baseball bat… Imagining it was good, one brief burst of anger at the world in general and then I can settle down again. I’ve never lost it with Bonnie or Billy, never raised a hand to them. It would be over between us long before it ever got to that stage. My hand moved up to her shoulder, gently squeezing the muscles behind her neck. I was good at this, had always been. She loved when I massaged her feet, usually falling asleep while my fingers worked. She always apologized, but I didn’t mind. My fingers trailed over her shoulder, feeling the thin film of sweat as I softly stroked her upper arm. I nestled myself more into her. The air between us grew hot and I wouldn’t be able to sleep like this, but for now I just wanted to feel her body against mine, her bottom against my crotch, our feet touching at the toes, my mouth barely grazing the back of her neck. My nose twitched at a few stray strands of her hair, and I moved my head to let them slide out of the way. I kissed her softly, not wanting to seem like I was asking for more, and let my hand continue its slow caress.

 

[Guest]

I feel his hand leaving my thighs and reaching up to my shoulders. His hands adeptly massage my neck and shoulders, trying his hardest to ease the tension from my body. How I wish that is all it takes to ease my mind. This is the time of our lives when we should be enjoying ourselves the most, before the demands of a newborn would definitely bring.

My mind is a whirl of thoughts and feelings, ones that I can not shut out. I worry what he is thinking as he kneads the flesh that has grown soft and flabby from the newly gained weight. Does he really still find me desirable or is he just going through the motions? I am sure that he never knows the times I have spent alone in this room, looking into the full length mirror at a reflection I don't even recognize any more. Tears would fill my eyes as I curse the reflection for betraying me. Where once I had been young, beautiful and vibrant, now I am pinched-faced, dowdy and aching from sheer exhaustion. Am I overemphasizing my faults because of the raging hormones? I am unsure of the answer.

I think about my son and the child yet to come. I am already stressed and take it out on my son when I scream a bit louder than I should. I see other children and they look so perfect with their doting mothers or fathers as they go about their daily living. I think of all the wonderful gifts to be given that we can't afford. Will Billy resent us for not providing all that he wants from life? I hope that my undying love to him will be enough.

I want so desperately to turn around and hold my husband tight. To make love to the only man I have ever truly loved. I always thought that love was enough, but is it really? Love should take away all of the nagging doubts and insecurities, but as I lay here wanting him, I am afraid that he no longer finds me desirable. Is he just going through the motions of marriage, the motions he feels obligated to fulfill?

I must have fallen asleep thinking these things for my sleep was plagued by dreams. I am being chased by a shadowy figure but my legs are made of cement. I cannot run fast enough and he is getting closer and closer, threatening to overtake me. The scene changes and I am swimming against the ocean's undercurrent. I can see the shore but I am struggling to reach it. Then I see my husband, Will, standing at the edge of the water yelling my name yet not moving towards me.



"Will....Help ME!! I'm drowning! Please.........."

 

[captainb]

I slipped over the edge. Sometimes you can feel it coming, be aware of the final descent into sleep as if falling into a velvety black well. I lost awareness of my body, where my hands were, where I was. The tumbled thoughts fused into… something. I dreamed. I always do, before the well completely closes over me. I watched a train passing in the field behind the house, a childhood scene at my grandparent’s. Then I was on the train and felt the rumbling under my feet and heard its whistle like a scream as I looked forward and saw where the tracks ahead of the locomotive dipped like a rollercoaster. There was a handbrake that I could reach but as I looked at it I started to float, rising slowly along with some papers and a chair and I knew I was helpless and falling and I felt my head swelling and a voice nearby cried out…

I awoke gasping and disoriented. Bonnie was rolling softly and murmuring with a faint desperate edge. I regrouped, recognizing my nightmare, and gripped her shoulder.

“Bonnie,” I said softly, then more firmly. “Bonnie, wake up!”

She rolled onto her back. I saw the dim reflections in her eyes flicker as she glanced wildly about for a moment, then her lids closed as her breathing steadied. I stretched my arm across and pulled her close, whispering, “Just a dream, just a bad dream.” My heart was still pounding, and both of us breathed deeply as the dark images receded. I stroked the side of her face, aware of her heavy breasts pressed under my arm. I shifted, removing the weight from her chest but still keeping contact. My other arm was pinned under me and had fallen asleep, but that was unimportant right now. Her face turned to me, our noses nearly touching, and her eyes opened again. “It’s okay, baby,” I whispered, kissing the tip of her nose. “It’s just you and me. We’re safe.”

 

[MtnAngelWV]

I know in the deepest recesses of my heart that he would never abandon me. He is there for me in the darkness, holding and comforting me. His touches and kisses are so tender and loving that my heart feels as though it may burst at any moment. I need him to take me in his arms and make tender love to me. If I reach out to him will he be a willing partner, or will his desire be born out of pity? Am I willing to take that chance?

"I love you, Will. Thank you for being here for me and our family! I know that I neglect saying those words so often," I gently lower his lips to mine, exploring the degree of his desire. He pulls away from the kiss prematurely. I had hoped that it would last a bit longer. He looks into my eyes and I am unable to see his emotions. Damnit! I need to know what he is feeling. Hurt enveloping my being, I turn my head away. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut to avoid the tears that threaten to spill from behind my lashes.

 

[captainb]

Her voice was soft and heartbreaking. She pulled me into a kiss, her lips trembling against mine, hungry in their movements. I could see the shininess in her eyes and knew she was on the edge of tears. I needed to say something and pulled back, but as I searched her face the words wouldn't form. She turned away with a sob of frustration. I stared at her hair for a moment, then realized what I had to tell her didn't need to be with words. I raised up and cupped her chin, rolling her face back to mine. A small sob broke from her, and a wave of compassion and desire coursed through me. I leaned down and kissed her softly, then with more determination. Our lips opened and my arm slid over her, pulling her body into mine. I kissed from her cheek to her ear and whispered, "I love you, Bonnie. I'm sorry I'm not here often enough to say it, but I love you. I'll always be here for you." She trembled and clung to me. I hoped she knew what I meant. I kissed her deeply again, my tongue sliding out to skim across her lips. The feel of her lips against mine was an electric shock that jolted my penis to full erection in seconds. She had that knack and didn't even appreciate it, how she could turn me on so fast and so fully. My hand stroked down her arm and back up the side of her belly, sliding up to cover her heavy breast. Her nipples had grown with her bra size, and I could feel the dark tip firm against my palm. I lowered my face and took her nipple gently into my mouth through her nightgown, wanting to devour her but fearful of causing pain. Her body was changing and I was willing to compromise. I knew what was in her heart, the woman she still was. My hand slipped under her belly, finding the soft patch of moist hair as her legs slightly parted. I knew what I wanted to do. I wanted to please her, to remind her that I still desired her, to show her that I wasn't taking her for granted. There was nothing I desired more at this moment than to sink my cock deep into her and make ferocious love for hours, but I would honestly be just as happy if I could simply hold and kiss her like this. The pleasure of being with her was bankable, and something I'd never tire of.

 

[captainb]

**double post**

 

[MtnAngelWV]

His voice is so soft and loving, the man I had married is sill here for me. I realize at that moment that I take him for granted so often. I think it is because we are so dependable that we may have become boring. Life does that. But I didn't want complacency to replace passion. I want the roller coaster ride, the cotton candy, the feeling of the unknown and the childlike discoveries of the world. To be honest I want it all but know that it is just a fantasy that invades my being. No one can have it all.

His hot breath on my ladened breast feels heavenly, the sensations travel down deep inside. His touch is so tender that it is also maddening. If it wasn't for the obstacles of pregnancy, I would ravish him totally. If only my body hadn't betrayed me, then I could be free to love him the way he needs and deserves. But I must clear my mind of all the what if's and enjoy the feelings overtaking me.

"Make love to me.....I need to feel you inside of me...Need to know that we are one, one person taking on the world...." my speech is light yet hoarse with desire.

 

[captainb]

Her voice had an edge to it, desire, nearly desperation. Even so, even with all the evidence slapping me in the face, I was still uncertain. Maybe I just hadn't heard her say those words for so long that they was hard to take at face value. We used to have sex constantly, anytime we felt like it which was pretty often. We'd hit every room in the trailer, not difficult to do but it still felt good. I'd taken her from behind while she was at the stove, she'd shoved me down in the hallway and dropped to her knees to take me hungrily deep in her mouth, we'd screwed in the bathroom while our friends partied in front of the TV. It's easy to judge what is against what was, especially with the tricks time plays on the memory. What I needed to remember was there were times when Now was all that mattered. We were deep into that time.

I cupped her breast and brought my face to hers. "Are you sure?" I said, searching her eyes. Deep down I knew who was in there, the person she was and could be again given the chance. The body didn't matter; it was just a vehicle for the mind. That was the most erotic part of her, and if she could see herself the way I saw her and believe that I loved and desired her just as strong as ever...

My cock was erect and pressing up against the bottom of her belly. Her nipple was firm in my hand, my thumb gently rolling over the tip. Her breath was warm and sweet, nearly panting against my lips. "I want you," I breathed. "There's only you, you're all I want, the only one."

 

[MtnAngelWV]

I hear his words but they don't exactly register in my convulted head. I feel his erection against me but I also feel his apprehension. We used to be insatiable in our need for one another, now we are more like strangers. Once I was able to know what he was thinking and what he wanted. He was able to do the same for me. He never hesitated before. Why would he hesitate now?

Kind loving words mean a lot and yet actions do speak louder than words. His words touch me but I still feel reluctant to believe them. I need so badly for him to take control, to lead me through a world that was once familiar but is now just awkward. How can I explain my feelings to him? Why didn't he automatically know what I need? This guessing game that know exists between us is akin to sheer madness. I want to scream out to him to just take me, no questions, no insecurities.

Instead I end up uttering words that really made little sense, "I don't know what I am sure of anymore, Will. Sometimes our life is like an amusement park ride, spinning out of control beneath my feet. Other times it is calmer than a warm, cloudless July day." Does he understand my mixed emotions or is he sorry that he is journeying through these unknown waters?

 

[captainb]

Crap, I thought as my erection started to wilt. Nothing is ever easy anymore. Nothing I do seems right. My head sank into her shoulder, buried between it and the mattress. What does she want? She says me, but when I move to her she talks of being out of control. We're not communicating, I realize. I feel stupid, like I'm on stage reading lines written to induce the correct response. Except she's in another play, one that's all improv. Who's not communicating, me or her? How can we open up again? How do I ask her?

Her mention of an amusement park ride brought back a vague memory of the dream. I sat up and stared at the window, the hazy moonlight making faint ghosts of the sheer curtains. I heard her move behind me and turned back, afraid she'll think I’m rejecting her. Afraid again.

She lay on her side, facing away from me. I stared at her for a moment, then squatted cross-legged and reached out to caress her leg. My hand moved to her foot, and I repositioned myself to lay it in my lap. I started massaging her toes and heel. I had to speak, had to say something. Maybe I just thought about things too much.

“I'm not sure either.” My voice came as a surprise, but I let it continue. “Our life changed when Billy came along, and now we've got another on the way. I love Billy and I love this baby, and I love you more than I ever have…” I was rushing the words out now, afraid to think about them, not wanting to edit them from the raw source. “Every time I see you I think about how we are, with each other. Every time I touch you I want
to hold you tight, to kiss you, make love to you. But I don't want to push you into something you don't want. And I know you say you want me and desire me and love me, but I haven't seen that from you for so long. And maybe it's because you think I don't care anymore, because of how I'm acting afraid to touch you, break you, cause you pain or hurt. I'm really trying to understand what you're going through with the baby and all. I've read about what your body does and watched you, and your emotions have changed and I know why they do and I'm not blaming you, it's something you can't control but it's not all you and I know you're going to say it's your fault and I shouldn't feel bad, but it's not and that's not what I mean at all. We haven't talked in so long, I mean really talked and that's my fault, I just don't see you anymore because of the job.” I felt my nose swell and tears start to push from behind my eyes. “God I hate having to be away like that from you and Billy and I'm so sorry for it.” I held her foot with both hands now, no longer trying for therapy but just because it was a part of her. “I don't want you to think that's all I want, to come into bed and make love to you when I come home, to think that all I want to do is fuck, because that's the only time I see you and I want you to know that you're more to me than that, and if that's all I do when I'm with you, you might think that.” I held her foot tightly. “Bonnie, have I been wrong? For gods sake baby, tell me what I’m doing wrong.”

 

[MtnAngelWV]

I think about all of his uncontollable, somewhat erratic words. I also allow my self to enjoy the touch of his hand on my feet. He really does know what I need most of the time.

"Will, I don't think that blaming ourselves or each other is the answer. The only thing it does is find the causes, not the solutions. Life is the actual cause of our dilemna. The pressures of day to day living. What we really need to do is rediscover the reasons we were together in the beginning. Remember our passion for each other. We, you and I, both, need to explore our sensuality and desires again. I realize this is a difficult task, with all of the burdens that living placed on us."

I sit up and look at his eyes in the moonlit room, the glow reflected on dewy eyes. His look reminds me of the first time we met. Far from being shy then, he still showed some of the insecurity normal in the first glance of love, desire, and passion. In that exact instant I see him as I had seen him that first time and the sparks begin to rekindle themselves. He was my first love, now he is my true love. Thinking about that first night we spent together I am remember his boyhood innocence yet also his manly charms.

Surprisingly graceful, in spite of my condition, I creep my way to the foot of the bed. I am hoping that no more words need to be spoken now. I stare deeply into his eyes, my fingers reaching out and tracing his lips. He seems to understand my inference as he bends down to my lips and places a kiss that is once tender and next demanding. I wrap my hands tightly around his head, willing him not to let go of the kiss just yet.

 

[captainb]

She slipped towards me, her movements almost feline. Her fingers traced over my face, her lips slightly parted. Her face was shadowed yet I could see her clearly, her eyes shining, the soft contour of her cheek and jaw smooth as ever. Everything was suddenly clear, the path simple and open before us. I leaned in and kissed her, watching as her eyes closed and feeling her arms wrap around me. I enfolded her in mine and pulled her tight into my lap, my eyes closing as I lost myself in that kiss. We kissed deeply, hungrily, our needs feeding off each other with lips and tongues. I planted kisses over her mouth, her cheek, chin, and down her neck as she threw her head back, exposing the pale length of her neck to me. My teeth clamped onto her throat, sliding up to her ear as she held my head and whimpered softly. My hand fumbled with the tiny buttons on her nightgown, then I impatiently tore open the front and exposed her breast to the night. My fingers closed on her nipple, and I looked at it as for the first time. It was larger than I remembered, full and dark against the pale globe of her tit. I bent and took it into my mouth, sucking soft at first, feeling the ridges with my tongue and tasting the salty tinge of sweat. Then I sucked deeply, suckling hard. If it hurt, she would tell me. We’d always told each other what we did and didn’t like and I knew now that I trusted her completely. She moaned and pulled me tight to her breast and I fed on her as my erection surged again underneath her body.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

The sensations of his mouth on me floods my brains with memories. Memories of carefree times, moments stolen to enjoy our mutual passion. The pressures of the day are washed away from my body, making room for the enjoyment we both need so desperately.

His suckling is fanning the flames of my desire as I push his mouth tighter against my bosom. The heat surges from my chest down between my thighs.

"Oh, Will, I want you so much right now. I need you. Need you to make love to me."

Gently he pushes me back onto the bed, his lips never parting from my nipple.

 

[captainb]

My lips stayed on her nipple as my hands completed opening her nightgown. She writhed under me, rolling her other breast to me in offering. I took it, cupping both breasts together as I suckled on her other nipple. I sat back between her open thighs and pulled off her panties, maybe a little rough but it didn't matter. My cock was raging, thrusting out the flap on my boxers. For a moment I considered leaving them on, but then pulled them off quickly. I didn't want anything between us anymore, and that included cotton. I raised her knee against my chest, the dark shadow of her pussy spread wide before me. Her stomach was smooth and pale, her nipples tight dark circles jutting up from her full breasts.

She squeezed her tits together, looking at me under heavily lidded eyes. I stroked the edge of her pussy, feeling the incredible slickness there, and sucked my fingers deeply, tasting her passion. Grasping my cock, I scootched forward until the head was resting inside her pussy lips, our most sensitive skin flowing against each other.

I leaned forward over her body, feeling the swell of her belly against mine, hearing her breath as her breasts rose and fell. My cock pulsed at her entance, ready to lunge forward.

"I'm going to make love to you, Bonnie," I said. "I need to make love to you." I hunched my hips and slid into her an inch or so. She was open for me, wonderfully wet as she thrust her hips back at me and moaned. With short shallow strokes I continued exciting us both, barely controlling my need to slam completely into her. I liked to tease, and it frustrated her but only made her hotter. I sat up again, holding her upraised leg, and slowly pumped, revelling in the sensation of her cunt slowly enfolding more of me with each stroke.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

His lips on my breasts were fanning the flames of my passion. When I feel his light caresses between my thighs my breath catches in my throat and I am unsure of whether I will ever breathe again. I am like a virgin being touched for the very first time and yet I know what to expect. No fear. No doubts. No regrets. No pressures of the world. Just two lovers needing to release their unbridled desires.

His cock's teasing at the opening of my pussy is almost too much for me to bear and yet I don't want him to stop. Juices seem to pour from me as I writhe on the bed, my body begging for more of him. I gasp aloud as he enters me fully. My body should feel awkward but I feel lithe and sleek all of a sudden. I match each of his thrust with one of my own. I feel the heat spread from my chest down between my legs. I moan his name into the dark night just before I explode onto him.

 

[captainb]

Warmth suddenly poured over my cock as her pussy became liquid, and I sank fully inside her. Her body moved under me, matching my thrusts with equal strength. I was taking steady deep strokes, the tip of my cock touching her outer lips before plunging back into the depths of her sex. I gripped her breasts firmly, squeezing the nipples hard as I mashed the soft globes together under her chin.

With a cry she came, her hips bucking wildly as her pussy spasmed on my cock, gripping and releasing as the waves crashed through her. Her frenzy caused me to lose my balance and I popped out of her, thrusting up through her hair and against her clit. She reached down frantically, but I beat her to it and reinserted myself, sliding deeply home in one thrust.

She fell back and cooed, and I leaned over to kiss her deeply, tasting her breath and inhaling the scent of her sex. "You want it from the rear, hot stuff?" I whispered maliciously. "Roll over." I sat back as she flipped to her knees. She was surprisingly nimble, and leaned on her elbows as she spread her knees wide. I fingered her pussy; her labia were wide open and slick and she hunched at the touch. My cock found the entrance again and she pushed back with a moan, then began moving her hips as she began to fuck me.

"Yeah, Bonnie," I panted, "that's it. Move that big ass. God, I love watching your ass." I grasped her hair and pulled back a bit, riding her like a pony as our hips matched rythym and our fucking increased. This was the way it should be, could be, I thought. She's still here, she's everything I always remembered, and I absolutely love making love to her. I was plunging completely into her with each stroke, and my cock felt longer and harder than I could ever remember. She loved this position and it showed as another orgasm ripped through her, her ass shaking as she impaled herself frantically on me.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

No one else exists in our world at this moment. No pressures. No demands. Just the two of us, fucking each other as if there would be no tomorrow. This is what we live for, dream of and love. One orgasm reaches me and as he enters me from behind the sensitivity is excuratingly sensual. I feel the length and depth of his cock with every long stroke. Needing more I impale my hips against his loins. His balls are slapping the tip of my labia, connecting directly with my clit on each powerful thrust. My hands tightly grip the bed railings as I continue to buck against him. My ass senses fingers kneading the delicate flesh. I scream his name into the deep night when my body is at the height of climax.

 

[captainb]

She shuddered against me as the orgasm flowed through her. Eyes closed, I held myself deep inside her and felt the quick contractions of her pussy massaging my cock. She sighed and relaxed, and I wiped the sweat from my eyes. I slowly pulled out until just the tip was in her, then eased forward again. She moaned and wriggled her hips. Placing my hands on her shoulders, I leaned back on my ankles and pulled her upright on my lap. Now I was cradeling her body, her ass nestled in my crotch, and I reached around to capture her breasts. My hands enfolded them, pushing them up and together, rolling her nipples tightly. She placed her hands over mine and began to softly rock again, rising and falling gently on my erection as we both fondled her tits.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

His calloused hands are a delicious contradiction to my tender nipples. My hands capture his as I writhe slowly on the length of his even harder erection. Our movements are slow and purposeful. I can hear the soft hum of a katydid outside of our window; serenading our union. My hips move to the rythm of her song. Removing my hands from his, I reach down btween my legs and fondle his balls; pushing them tenderly into his groin. My ministrations speed up a bit when he begins rolling my nipple between his fingers, tugging them lightly. I feel another wave build within me, longing to release on him again.

 

[MtnAngelWV]

I am saying farewell to Lit SRP! (for a while anyway!) I wish you all well!!