The covers were tangled around his legs, his head snuggled between two
pillows -- the warmth of the bed inviting in the cool, crisp autumn night.
He had long since retired and was enjoying a blissful sleep. She entered
the room and saw him there with the moonlight across his naked shoulders.
He looked so peaceful, his chest slowly rising and falling as she watched
him sleep. He had a blanket across his waist and the red plaid flannel
sheets were tangled in his legs as he rested his head on the pillows, his
arm flung over his head. She watched him sleep for a while; her mind
wandering to what might be below the covers.
He wasn't expecting her. She had taken the early flight hoping to arrive
while he slept, just as she had. During their years together, it was these
small surprises that made the relationship work for the two of them. She,
surprising him in a small but romantic way and he, in turn, doing the same
for her. She had been away almost two weeks… a dreadfully long time. Of
course, the phone lines had kept them together; however, she craved the
warmth of his nakedness against her own. Not that she didn't love the
erotic sound of his whispered endearments on the other end of the phone as
she slowly, yet deliberately followed his instructions; touching herself in
ways he knew would bring her to the peak of sexual excitement so that he
could hear her quick breath catch as the orgasm he created in her washed
over her -- almost making the hundreds of miles separating them vanish, if
only for that brief moment.
But she was home now and he was there before her, sleeping peacefully. She
knew he was naked beneath the warm flannel sheets. He always slept naked
knowing she liked it, even when they were apart. Just as she always wore
something soft, lacy or silky to bed knowing that he enjoyed stripping it
from her and making her nakedness his. She slowly slipped out of her
clothes, leaving on only her beige silk camisole. As she disrobed, she
continued to watch him sleep, silently thanking God for the full harvest
moon that illuminated the bed.
Quietly she crept to the bed and slipped under the covers next to him. She
felt him stir and turn on his side, his back to her, but his breathing
remained slow and steady… his sleep was not interrupted. For a few moments
she cherished the warmth of the bed and took in the smell of him next to
her. It had been a very long trip; too long. She silently vowed not to
allow them to be separated this long again. Business, after all, would go
on. She ran her hands over her arms as he often did, fingertips brushing
across her, touching her, feeling her warmth. Her fingertips moved across
the cool silk of the cami and to her nipples. Yes, she thought so --
already hard just from the smell of him. He had such a strong effect on
her. She touched her nipples again and almost moaned out loud feeling a
shock of warmth move through her and down to her crotch. She quickly
glanced at the clock. It read 2:13 am. She smiled. He would have had a
good four hours rest. Her timing was perfect. He wouldn't need to rise
until seven. Plenty of time for them to celebrate her return home.
She slowly moved closer to him and snuggled her body against his under the
warmth of the covers. She molded herself against his nakedness like spoons
nesting in a drawer, meant to be next to each other. Her hands lightly ran
over his arms and torso as she lightly kissed the back of his neck. She was
right. He was stark naked. Old habits die hard. She cuddled against him,
enjoying the feel of his masculinity; his lightly muscled back and arms
against her soft breasts and belly. Her hand moved around to pull him
closer to her and her fingertips touched his chest as she gently rubbed the
fur she found there. She loved this soft cropping of hair that ran from his
chest, tapering down his belly and to his pubic area. It was almost as
though the path were calling to her. She followed it with her fingertips,
moving her way down his warm body as hers pressed against him.
She felt him sigh and snuggle deeper into the covers, pressing back against
her although she knew he still was asleep. He was a heavy sleeper. She was
often amazed at his ability to sleep through anything, whereas she would
awaken at the slightest sound or motion. She liked that about him. She
liked that it gave her the opportunity to enjoy being with him without his
being aware of her presence yet. It was an oddly powerful feeling to her.
At this moment she relished it.
She moved her naked thigh up to slip it between his and realized that he had
already placed a pillow between his legs as he slept. This was not unusual,
as he would at times suffer from low back pain in the mornings and the
pillow provided relief that saved him in the morning. She felt it poking
out from between his legs in back. No matter -- she would just rethink her
seduction a bit.
She slowly moved her hands down his back to cup his naked buttocks,
squeezing them gently, being careful not to awaken him with her explorations
of his body. She moved away from him, slightly allowing her to scoot
further down and then he rolled again, this time onto his back, the pillow
jutting out between his legs in front, making a bulge in the covers. She
almost laughed at the sight. If she hadn't known better, she would have
thought he had grown a gigantic penis in her absence. The thought tickled
her funny bone and she choked back a giggle.
She recognized that she now had ample access to his manhood with him on his
back. She also knew he would not remain such for long. He was a solid
sleeper, but restless in his movements and didn't maintain any one position
for long, especially when he was found on his back. She had best act now;
besides, her own arousal was pressing her forward. She quickly buried
herself beneath the covers and moved her head down to his crotch, her feet
hanging over the side of the bed. She was glad to see that the pillow was
low between his thighs, almost down to his knees, allowing his semi-erect
penis to lie against his naked thigh. She brought her head to his crotch
and inhaled his scent deeply. He smelled of soap, clean sheets and that
wonderful aftershave she gave him last Christmas -- just as she knew he
would. He always showered and shaved before bed, even when they were apart.
He was a creature of habit and loved cleanliness as much as she. It was
something they appreciated in each other.
She had intended for him to wake with her tongue darting between his ass
cheeks; however, she knew he would enjoy the feeling of his manhood growing
in her warm mouth just as much. She darted her tongue out to taste him and
sighed softly. How she loved the taste of him. She ran her tongue up and
down the shaft of his penis reveling in its semi-soft state. It was hard to
take all of him in her mouth when he was fully aroused. She loved to take
him as he was now and feel him grow in her warm, wet mouth. It was so
erotic for her. Slowly she picked up his penis and took it all between her
full, moist, soft lips. She inhaled him, feeling the head of his cock
against the roof of her mouth. She gently but firmly sucked him. She
couldn't help it as a soft moan escaped her lips; she loved to take him
orally.
She rested on one arm and as her hand held his cock, she proceeded to lick
and suck him. She felt him grow within her mouth. His body tensed and she
knew he would awaken soon. His hips moved involuntarily as he ground his
ass against the bed, the pillow still between his thighs as she sucked him
with more vigor and force. He was fully erect now, the weeks of being
without her making him easily aroused. She knew he masturbated with her on
the phone, and at other times as well, but she also knew he really only felt
true sexual release when they were together.
She felt his hands move to her shoulders and head, holding her mouth down
against his hardness. Ah, he was awakening now. His hips continued to move
as he now was fucking her face, forcing his hardness between her lips as she
sucked and licked his now throbbing hardness. She wanted to taste his come,
to swallow it all and moved down to spread his legs and crawl between them.
She pushed the covers away and heard his intake of breath.
"Oh, yes, baby… what a wonderful surprise," she heard him whisper. For a
moment she took her mouth from him and looked up with a smile.
"I'm glad to hear it. I couldn't stand another day away from you," she
responded. "Now lie back and let me love you."
She pulled the pillow from between his legs and gently spread them, settling
her almost naked form between them, the covers abandoned to slip to the
floor. She again took his hard-on into her mouth as she ran her hands up
his belly to tweak his now hard nipples. He groaned. She knew he got off
on that and sucked him a little deeper. His hand stroked her hair softly as
he surrendered to her oral caress. She brought her hands down to run her
fingertips over his thighs and gently flicked his too-full balls with the
tip of her tongue. He whimpered. She took him back in her mouth and was
rewarded with the sweet taste of his pre-come. It would not be long now.
She knew what would make this experience the ultimate for him. She pressed
his thighs a bit further apart and brought her finger to her lips, gently
sucking on it to moisten it. She moved her hand down to slip the finger
under his balls and between his cheeks only to find a surprise herself. Her
finger came in contact with a slightly spongy, yet surprisingly warm and
solid object. His cock still in her mouth she looked up at him. He gazed
down at her and had developed a slight blush, visible in the moonlight.
"I was thinking of you and couldn't help myself," he chuckled by way of
explanation.
Her hand again moved between his cheeks and she took hold of the base of the
butt plug and pushed it deeper into him. He moaned loudly. Obviously, he
had masturbated before retiring and had put her butt plug up his own ass and
decided to sleep with it in him, using the pillow to keep it from slipping
out. Well, this was a pleasant surprise. She knew he liked it when her
rather small finger probed him while she took him orally, but the butt plug
was a new addition. At least she thought it was.
She played with the plug, her mind racing at the possibilities of his anal
eroticism in their relationship as she sucked his cock in and out of her
mouth. She was now wildly aroused, pressing her own crotch against the bed
as she sucked him and moved the plug about gently, reminding him of it with
each slight movement. His hands closed in on her head, tightening as his
moans increased.
"Oh, yes baby, push on it, yes, oh yes, take me!" he begged her.
Her mind was racing. She could tell by the feel of the base which plug it
was. It was certainly not the largest she owned; however, it also was
nowhere near the smallest. Something told her she had a rather naughty boy
on her hands. She was so aroused by the thought that she was on the brink
of coming herself.
His fingers wound in her hair as she sucked him and played with the plug.
He was moaning with abandon now, obviously not caring if the neighbors were
roused. The fact that she was now aware of his secret was tremendously
erotic to him. This coupled with her surprise arrival was having an effect
on him he hadn't felt since puberty. His hips thrust against her face as he
fucked her mouth, forcing his hard-on into her throat, as she pushed the
butt plug deeper up his ass. His body tensed and suddenly he filled her
throat with warm hot come, spurting in great bursts into her mouth, forcing
her to swallow frantically to catch it all. He released her head and she
quickly swallowed his seed, loving the taste of him and the power she had to
draw it from him. She licked and sucked him dry; not releasing his cock
from her mouth until he was drained of every last drop.
She left the plug in place and moved up beside him, settling into his
embrace. She kissed his lips deeply, allowing him to taste himself in the
caress.
"Well, it appears we both got a surprise this evening," she cooed to him.
She saw him smile in the moonlight as he nodded -- his hand moving down to
run his fingertips lightly over the camisole.
"Yes, I think you have captured the essence of the moment as only you can,
sweetheart," he replied softly.
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