sniffing long and deep. “Yummy.
And yes. Sex sends people to the hospital all the time. So we’d better not do
anything that could hurt us. The emergency rescue people couldn’t get in here,
now could they? We have to think about these things.” I put my hand flat in the
middle of his stomach. I considered my next move. “Fondling your dick might
lead to something dangerous, you know. It’s like a gateway drug—hazardous to
the health. But surely I can do this ?” I rubbed myself against his
already hard cock.
“God yes. You can do that.”
“How about this ?” I pressed my hand over him. Then I
squeezed. He shuddered and his bathrobe fell to the floor.
“Yes! Yes!”
“And all this ?” I massaged it and pushed on it and
kneaded it and worked it with my hands. “Doing okay there?” I whispered after a
good few minutes. “No signs of sudden sexual collapse?”
He sucked in his breath. “No, none.”
“But I’ve heard you shouldn’t swim for an entire hour after
eating,” I said, taking my hands from him. “At least an hour. Maybe the same is
true for sex. Perhaps we should stop.”
“That’s a bullshit old wives’ tale.”
“Oh dear. We just ate,” I said, shaking my head.
He fingered my breasts. “We’ll be extra careful then, yes?”
“I suppose.”
He pulled on my nipples. Kissed my neck, my shoulder, the
tender place below my ear. He drew me close, his erection poking me.
I thought my legs might give way, they were shaking so hard.
“Watch how careful I can be.” Holding me tightly around the
waist, our bellies together, he leaned his back against the door that had so
vexed him only a few minutes earlier. He nudged my legs apart, arranging them
on either side of his own. Standing sex. When had we last had standing sex? Had
we ever …? Slowly, he slid his back down the door, an inch, two inches,
three, until he was at exactly the right angle. The tip of his cock nudged my
cleft. An impressive feat of athleticism. “See?” he said, “I’m being so very, very
cautious.”
“Ohhh! Maybe can you be cautious…a little faster?”
“Absolutely not. A master takes his time.”
He was paying me back. Well then, let him. His fingers
slowly followed my curves, walking around my back, over my butt, between my
legs and down, down, down.
I gasped.
Then in .
I moaned.
He played inside me, his fingers exploring my warm depths.
“It feels different like this,” he breathed.
“Yes, yes! It does .”
“Deeper somehow.”
I threw back my head, shuddering. Oh yes, it was deeper. Way deeper. He bent his knees another inch, thighs trembling, giving
his hand even more leverage. His fingers moved in me, farther inside me than
I’d ever felt them before. I sucked in my breath and squeezed my eyes shut, my
lips parted. Then he found my breast with his mouth and began to suck.
I shrieked, trying to muffle the sound on the top of Josh’s
head. Then I thought, what the hell , and I yelled out loud for all to
hear, broadcasting my passion.
“Shit, Angie,” panted Josh. “You almost made me come!”
We were both taut, every muscle straining.
“Now,” I said between gasps. “Josh! Now!”
His fingers slid away. Suppressing a moan, he grabbed my
butt cheeks and kneaded them so hard in his strong hands that it should have
hurt. Should have but didn’t. And then his hands and my hands were at his
erection, guiding it, helping it, bringing it to me, to the place it belonged.
His cock pressed against my cunt, and I thought I would melt from the pleasure
of it.
“Angie,” he said.
In one smooth motion, he was inside me.
“Josh.” I looked into his eyes, his sexy eyes, those
gorgeous Ultramarine Blue eyes that sparkled with flecks of purest Quinacridone
Gold, but only when we made love.
“Angie,” he whispered again, loving me. “Angie. Oh Angie…”
“You’re just a scaredy-cat,” I said, riding his thrusts,
“letting that little-bitty door get the better of
And yes. Sex sends people to the hospital all the time. So we’d better not do
anything that could hurt us. The emergency rescue people couldn’t get in here,
now could they? We have to think about these things.” I put my hand flat in the
middle of his stomach. I considered my next move. “Fondling your dick might
lead to something dangerous, you know. It’s like a gateway drug—hazardous to
the health. But surely I can do this ?” I rubbed myself against his
already hard cock.
“God yes. You can do that.”
“How about this ?” I pressed my hand over him. Then I
squeezed. He shuddered and his bathrobe fell to the floor.
“Yes! Yes!”
“And all this ?” I massaged it and pushed on it and
kneaded it and worked it with my hands. “Doing okay there?” I whispered after a
good few minutes. “No signs of sudden sexual collapse?”
He sucked in his breath. “No, none.”
“But I’ve heard you shouldn’t swim for an entire hour after
eating,” I said, taking my hands from him. “At least an hour. Maybe the same is
true for sex. Perhaps we should stop.”
“That’s a bullshit old wives’ tale.”
“Oh dear. We just ate,” I said, shaking my head.
He fingered my breasts. “We’ll be extra careful then, yes?”
“I suppose.”
He pulled on my nipples. Kissed my neck, my shoulder, the
tender place below my ear. He drew me close, his erection poking me.
I thought my legs might give way, they were shaking so hard.
“Watch how careful I can be.” Holding me tightly around the
waist, our bellies together, he leaned his back against the door that had so
vexed him only a few minutes earlier. He nudged my legs apart, arranging them
on either side of his own. Standing sex. When had we last had standing sex? Had
we ever …? Slowly, he slid his back down the door, an inch, two inches,
three, until he was at exactly the right angle. The tip of his cock nudged my
cleft. An impressive feat of athleticism. “See?” he said, “I’m being so very, very
cautious.”
“Ohhh! Maybe can you be cautious…a little faster?”
“Absolutely not. A master takes his time.”
He was paying me back. Well then, let him. His fingers
slowly followed my curves, walking around my back, over my butt, between my
legs and down, down, down.
I gasped.
Then in .
I moaned.
He played inside me, his fingers exploring my warm depths.
“It feels different like this,” he breathed.
“Yes, yes! It does .”
“Deeper somehow.”
I threw back my head, shuddering. Oh yes, it was deeper. Way deeper. He bent his knees another inch, thighs trembling, giving
his hand even more leverage. His fingers moved in me, farther inside me than
I’d ever felt them before. I sucked in my breath and squeezed my eyes shut, my
lips parted. Then he found my breast with his mouth and began to suck.
I shrieked, trying to muffle the sound on the top of Josh’s
head. Then I thought, what the hell , and I yelled out loud for all to
hear, broadcasting my passion.
“Shit, Angie,” panted Josh. “You almost made me come!”
We were both taut, every muscle straining.
“Now,” I said between gasps. “Josh! Now!”
His fingers slid away. Suppressing a moan, he grabbed my
butt cheeks and kneaded them so hard in his strong hands that it should have
hurt. Should have but didn’t. And then his hands and my hands were at his
erection, guiding it, helping it, bringing it to me, to the place it belonged.
His cock pressed against my cunt, and I thought I would melt from the pleasure
of it.
“Angie,” he said.
In one smooth motion, he was inside me.
“Josh.” I looked into his eyes, his sexy eyes, those
gorgeous Ultramarine Blue eyes that sparkled with flecks of purest Quinacridone
Gold, but only when we made love.
“Angie,” he whispered again, loving me. “Angie. Oh Angie…”
“You’re just a scaredy-cat,” I said, riding his thrusts,
“letting that little-bitty door get the better of
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