Sherri stopped for a second and shifted her position, leaning her torso toward me.
“Suck on my tits, babe. I want you to lick them clean.”
I momentarily paused because in all truthfulness, I didn’t love the idea of licking my own dried cum off her chest. Over the course of our relationship, there had been a few times when, after coming inside Sherri, she had asked me to lick her to orgasm. I never savored the taste or action of eating my own creampie from her, but always figured that I owed it to her for all sexual acts she tried for my benefit. From oral to anal to a couple of rare threesomes, the least I could do was lick a bit of my own cum to make her happy.
Sherri was presenting her tits to me as she continued to ride me. I cupped them both and took one of her nipples in my mouth. I could taste the saltiness of her sweat and my cum mixed with some of the remaining lubricant. Sherri pressed her tit further into my mouth as she moaned even louder. I ran my tongue around her nipple before flicking it, causing it to pucker in my mouth. Sherri was driving her pussy on to my cock as I switched to her other breast. I was greeted by the same taste and felt the familiar stiffening of her nipple again.
I wasn’t sure if it was the pregnancy, but Sherri was clearly responding more to the stimulation of her tits. The more I licked and sucked, the harder she rode me. She was alternating between driving up and down on my cock and grinding her bare pussy on my pelvis. I had a solid grip on both her tits and continued to suck them clean.
Sherri hit her peak and knocked my arms away collapsing on to my chest. Her pussy was spasming around my cock as I felt another spurt of juices flow out over my thighs. Sherri was panting as she rode out her second climax of the night. I had my hands on her ass, as she continued small movements until her orgasm subsided.
“Oh, Jay, that was so good” she moaned into my ear. “But I want to feel your cum in me.” As Sherri talked, she shifted so that my cock was just barely inside her. Her pussy lips were grabbing the head of my cock, driving me crazy. She kept up the small movements, sending bolts of arousal around my sensitive cock head. My dick stiffened and I could feel my balls start to tighten. Sherri felt it too and did what she knew would work to send me over the edge.
“Yeah, baby, that’s it. Come in my pussy.” Sherri was now picking up her speed on my cock again. “I want to feel your cum shoot deep inside me. Can you do that for me baby?”
“Unnngghhhh… Babe, keep talking. I’m close. So, so, close.”
“Yeah? You like that baby? You like when I talk dirty?”
“Yes. Please. Tell me what you want. Tell me…”
“You know what I want. I want to feel your hot cum in me again. Just like the night you put this baby in me. I want to feel your cum in my hot…wet…cunt.”
Hearing those final words set me off. I grabbed Sherri’s ass even tighter as my cock exploded inside of her. I shot my load into her pussy and kept thrusting until I felt the last spurt come out. We were both hot and sweaty, covered in a mixture of our combined juices. I could feel her fuller belly pressed against me as my cum and her juices flowed out of her. After a few minutes, Sherri rolled off of me and I felt even more cum flow out of her empty pussy.
She was the first to speak, “Jay. That was amazing. Thank you for an amazing day.”
“Babe. Thank you for an awesome night. That was crazy.”
Sherri stood up and wavered a bit as she stood. “I’m going to take a shower, alone!” she said with a smirk. But so you know, you have Linda to thank for some of that tonight. She talked me into going bare again and had some suggestions for me to try tonight.”
“I guess I’ll be sure to thank her next time I see her.”
As Sherri sauntered away, she left me with the final piece of my Valentine’s Day gift, “Well, I was serious when I invited her join us tonight. And I didn’t mean for just for dinner. So maybe keep next Saturday night clear just in case she’s free.”
As the bathroom door closed behind her, the last thing I saw was Sherri’s heart-shaped bottom give me a final wiggle, which was an appropriate end to our Valentine’s Day.