It had been a long day. Our typical bedtime had passed, and there were still things that needed to be done, but they would have to wait. We crawled into our so-very-cozy bed to start our journey towards the other side of reality.
It wasn’t long before the irrational side of my mind spoke to me and suggested that a little intimacy would be a great sleep aid; Connie didn’t think this was such a good idea. She was kind about it, not unloving in any way; she just sleepily said no, and that was that. I understood that it was late, so it didn’t sadden or upset me at all. I was okay with her rebuff, but dang it, I had already stepped onto that slippery slope and found myself revived and terribly erect. I gently and quietly stroked my shaft with one hand as my other rested on her thigh; her sensual, silky skin aided my efforts. It was not a rushed process; it didn’t have to be. I just took time to enjoy myself and to listen to the quiet of the night.
I thought that Connie was sleeping beside me, but her slow deep breathing deceived me; she was only half-asleep, if at all. She softly asked me what I was doing. Without hesitation, I said I was pleasuring myself and that I was sorry I had disturbed her.
To my surprise and great delight—whoosh—she threw the covers back and rolled, jumped, leapt over on top of me in a flash. She had nothing to say; she just straddled me and sunk my shaft deep inside her pleasantly wet—no, her soaking wet self.
I was surprised at how drenched she was. Had she been listening to me? Had she been dreaming sexual dreams? Whatever the case, Connie was primed and ready to go, and she wasted no time getting up to full speed. I said nothing; she said nothing. She just slid back and forth in her saddle, pushing hard against me. My cock was a raging hard rod that I could feel bottom-out in her depths.
I like when she moves from high in the saddle to a low position that I am sure would be nearly out of a real saddle and likely off the back of the horse if that was where she really was. Her shifting back and forth always does the trick for her, and tonight was no different. She kissed me passionately, hard.
It didn’t take her long to reach the top of what was a plateau tonight, not a mountain peak. When she got there, she slowed her pace and just gently rode me as her tight pussy pulsated rhythmically on my still steel-hard erection. I had to stop myself from rushing to roll her over; she wasn’t done. Her orgasms just didn’t stop. They kept coming, only slowing when she finally did. This was when I took my chance, and she resisted very little when I rolled her over.
I thrust deeply into her, knowing that I was pounding the bottom of her wet well. It took me only a few strokes before I erupted inside of her. I love the feeling of cumming large loads into her depths. My nipples could cut glass at this point. There is no faking my orgasms; if the nipples aren’t erect, I haven’t blown my load.
I fell to her side, exhausted in one way but not in another. Don’t laugh about me going so fast. Dang, I had been stroking my cock for 10 minutes before she jumped on me like she did, and she had ridden me for a good 15 minutes. Ten of those, she was on top of that plateau. I can’t believe I hadn’t already blown my load! So 10 or 11 strokes after rolling her over was dang good on my part! 🤣
I love this woman so much.
We went to sleep quickly after this. I doubt she lasted two minutes, and I am sure I didn’t last three. Wow! How long did it take you to cum reading this? Have you had similar experiences? I am sure you have. Aren’t they the epitome of the true love that a loving couple shares? No thinking, no planning, no reservations, just pure intimacy. I know it is for us.
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