I
knew things were looking up when Beth got into the car. She kissed me deeply,
and smiled. She knows the effect that has on me, even so subtle a signal as
that is enough to raise my pulse.
Oh, this is going to be a goooood night.
She did push me away then, "Wait" she husked, "Not yet." I pulled myself away, as difficult as it was to not just turn her around at that moment, slide her track pants down, and... well. Difficult indeed.
Instead I went to the rec room, kept the boys busy for the next hour, while she enjoyed a nice bath, avec Chocolate Martini.
Boys safely snugged into bed, I found Beth waiting for me in ours. She was wearing the silk robe I bought her recently.. Hiding her special treat. She likes to dress for me, now, surprising me with lingerie which, while really unnecessary for me, makes her feel sexy and hey, she does look incredible in it. Tonight she came around the bed to my side, pulling me close, allowing me to untie the robe, letting it fall, revealing a very hot red bra, and panty set, with matching stockings that went half-way up her thighs. She -knows- I love those.
She pulled me up, standing, undressing me, then turning, laying back on the bed, waiting for me. I could see in her eyes she wanted me right away. No play tonight, not yet. Right now her eyes said "Fill me... now!". I slid between her legs, and did, pressing into her slowly, the panties specially cut to allow my immediate access. She groaned as I gently moved inside, short slow thrusts, deeper, deeper, until my pubic bone met hers, her feet sliding up my legs with each thrust, until her heels finally pressed into me, encouraging the last inch. My lips met hers then, and she darted her tongue into my mouth, teasing me. She knows I love it when the French come to play.
We moved together for minutes this way, and I started lengthening my thrusts, a little further out each time, then fully back inside, until finally I was just barely staying inside, and I could feel her lips kissing my crown before each sweet return. Beth was gasping now, obviously coming close to her first orgasm. I kept up the long, steady thrusts, pacing myself to avoid coming too quickly. Occasionally I would stop, deep within her, and grind my hips against hers. On the fourth or fifth of these, Beth cried out, her nails raking my shoulders, and came, hard, her muscles gripping me, releasing in a rapid series of spasms that only experienced lovers can describe, or understand. I held still, knowing her first orgasm leaves her very sensitive for the first while. After she calmed, I lifted myself, sliding out, to lie beside her, holding her while the aftershocks rippled through her body. Finally still, I slid my nearer hand under her ass, my other down her stomach, softly exploring. I used the fingers of my lower hand to spread her wider from below, the upper hand to do the same from above, then let my fingers begin the dance that I know triggers the orgasms that will follow. My fingers slid inside, feeling her heat, her slickness, while with my others I massaged her ass, gently pressing one digit against her most private opening. As my other fingers played over her clit, now circling, now pressing, now sliding fully between her lips, down, then back up, I gently massaged her back door as well, pressing gently, until my finger slid into her just slightly there too.
During all this, Beth moved her right hand down, nails sliding over my chest, stomach, to finally grasp me, making me groan as her fingers caressed my shaft. Her thumb pressing, gently rubbing that most sensitive spot on my crown, making me surge ever harder, my shaft tightening, rock hard under her fingers. She teased me this way for a few moments, until I concentrated on her clit, pressing, holding still, then -ever- so slowly moving my fingertips again... her head arched back, then, her fingers releasing me as her arms came up, over my head, her hands shooting out to grasp the edge of the mattress, holding tight as I carried her again over the brink, a sharp cry of passion breaking from her lips as she spasmed against my fingers. I knew now, though, that she didn't need me to pause for long. She was riding a wave of orgasms, and I kept her on that crest for the next half hour, allowing her to catch her breath, but then taking her over again with a few deft movements. I alternated sliding my fingers deep inside her, pressing her g-spot here, then there, so that the strength of each orgasm grew, until finally, with a scream, she bucked hard against my hands, lifting herself completely off the bed, only the top of her shoulders and the tips of her toes touching the mattress. She held herself there for a moment, this latest orgasm stronger than all previous, her body vibrating in reaction, finally collapsing back. I held her then, quietly, allowing her mind to recover.
She pushed me, then, onto my back, climbing on top of me, grasping me, impaling herself on me as I gasped at her forcefulness. My hands came up to hold her breasts, her nipples rising under my thumbs. She began a rocking motion, taking me deeply, then almost all the way out, mimicking the movements I had used earlier. I slid my hands down her sides, to come around, my fingers sliding deep, pulling her ass cheeks wide, then pressing them back down firmly each time I bottomed out inside her. (She loves this...) She moved faster then, frantically; something about holding her that way drives her crazy. She began gasping again, coming around me, the wet sounds of her orgasm almost lost in those of her cries. At that point I could feel my own orgasm starting to rise. I knew that this night, I will not be taking her from behind... she was hitting that perfect pace that we've only found once or twice before, and I could feel the head of my cock hitting her cervix, I was so deep within her. Her hands were digging into my shoulders as she rode me to one successive orgasm after another, and I felt that perfect rhythm affecting me, too. My orgasm was building, rising, my nerves felt like some great electrical shock was about to be unleashed, and I told her, gasping myself, "I can't hold back... I'm coming", and all she could do was nod, eyes closed, words beyond her at that point, and I felt her come yet again, but she didn't pause, knowing that I was so close that she dare not spoil that perfect movement. And then it happened.
I've had many orgasms in my life. Many. Too many to estimate. But what happened then was beyond everything I have ever experienced. If I was to measure, what hit me at that point was probably twice the strength of the best I've ever known. It hit me with a jolt, flooding my senses, and I exploded within her, pumping, pumping, doing my best to stifle my own shout, but I couldn't. Beth's lips covered mine while it went on, ripping through me, rolling over me like a long, pounding wave that wouldn't release me from its grasp. Finally, after what seemed forever, I fell back, aftershocks hitting me for minutes afterwards.
I have never experienced something that strong. It was un-fucking believable.
Beth,
however, was not done. No sooner had I stopped moving than her fingers trailed
down to grasp me, gently milking me back to full hardness. And I responded...
in only seconds I was fully erect, like I was a teenager again. The night, as
it turned out, was far from over.
A Night to Remember
by
his_response
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