I had told him before about my weak spot: All he had to do was kiss my neck, and I would jump in bed with him. He heard me, but I don’t think he actually heard me. He would occasionally kiss my neck as we engaged in foreplay, but it wasn’t something he spent nearly enough time doing. He never quite figured out how to use it to his advantage, until that night, anyway.
We had a great evening—one of our best ever. A rousing kinky roleplay moved from one room to the next in the house. Clothes were shed along the way. Mutual oral sex was followed by more kink which lead to vaginal sex. Exhausted, we collapsed on the bed, sweaty and satisfied. Orgasms were had, release was found, and the evening’s activities were over.
Eventually we attended to our evening toiletries and made our preparations for bed. We turned off the lights and climbed into bed next to each other, him spooning me from behind with his arms wrapped around me. I always felt so safe surrounded by his arms like that. We talked quietly, starting to drift towards slumber but not quite being willing to let go of each other yet.
And then, he did it.
He kissed the back of my neck.
And then he kissed my neck again. Really kissed it.
His whiskers on my skin. His breath stimulating my pores. The warmth of his lips pressed against me. The desire he clearly felt for me. It was all more than I could resist.
Before we knew what had happened, I had rolled over and we were facing each other again. Our tongues plunged into the other’s mouths, desperately seeking what we had only so recently shared. My hands ran through his chest hair as his grabbed my ass and pulled me close to him. Though the dark surrounded us, our eyes had adjusted and our bodies knew what we desired. We wanted each other again. Clearly our previous state of being satisfied had not meant truly satiated.
As our hands greedily grabbed at each other’s bodies, I found his cock and he found my breasts. His lips lowered to suck and nibble upon one while his hands squeezed the other. Unable to just receive his touch, my hands powerfully cupped his balls. Looking in his eyes, I pulled away from his touch and lowered myself to put my lips over his hardening erection. He gasped with pleasure as my lips and tongue went up and down over his cock, again and again. Moving further downward, I sucked his balls into my mouth, and he moaned again in the deep pleasure that this action always brought him. Knowing I could take this one step further, I scooted downward still, rimming his asshole and giving him a pleasure he enjoyed so much.
All of it was too much for him to handle much longer. He pushed me on my back, grabbing a condom as he shifted himself over me. As fast as he could manage, he ripped open the foil pack, slipped the condom on his rock-hard cock, and then shoved his cock inside my very wet pussy that was waiting for him to join it again. My legs wrapped around his body, pulling him close. Slowly, the rhythm between us found its pace, his cock sliding in and out of my pussy, rubbing and thrusting, bringing intense sensation to us both.
As our intimate movements continued, his climax approached. He moaned with intense pleasure as his entire body stiffened and released. An orgasm of this caliber had eluded him earlier in the evening’s activities, but our reprise had brought its rewards. He found the sweet freedom and bliss of having released all his cum inside me.
Once he had recovered from his orgasmic high, I begged my lover to finish me off with my vibrating wand, my “jackhammer” as he so lovingly called it. He had no qualms about retrieving it and quickly pushing it up to my pussy. All of the foreplay had done what it needed to do, preparing my body to quickly reach another climax, but unlike the orgasms earlier in the evening, this one included me squirting on my lover’s hands while he listened to me scream with pleasure.
Having wracked my body with spasms of pleasure, he turned off the vibrator. As we collapsed next to each other again, a feeling of déjà vu settled in. We smiled and kissed gently, whispering in the dark. His hands caressed my hair as I lay on his chest, letting my body slowly return to the reality of this planet.
Once again, we cleaned ourselves up, and once again, we climbed back into bed. An hour had passed since our last attempt to sleep. This time, exhausted from our unexpected but powerful bonus round of sex, we both quickly drifted into the slumber of satiated lovers. After all, we needed our sleep to rest up for the next round that would follow when we woke up in the morning.