Finally her gasping subsided. I felt my cock brush something firm but yielding, then a cavity, a moisture, the rapid brush of a hair – an eyelash.
Aimee gripped me, I felt her freeze in surprise. Why the surprise? Our lovemaking was never shorter than ten minutes, usually several times that. A blowjob wouldn’t do it, she knew that.
We spent an eternity like that, her laying on top of me, her saliva soaking me, her breasts digging into my stomach, her womanly scent in my nostrils. I lifted my head, the only part of me I could move, and buried myself right between her legs, futilely seeking out her pussy through the rough denim fabric. Showing her my eagerness.
That was apparently what she was waiting for. On shaky limbs, she climbed out of the bed. The cool air of the room rushed over my member, making me shiver. My penis, abandoned, felt like it was rising out of an icy lake, like a forgotten prehistoric monster. (I did have some Scottish somewhere in my ancestry, presumably they’dve been proud.)
I heard the rustle of fabric, the snap of a clasp being undone. The metallic purr of a zip being pulled down, then nothing. Damn this confounded blindfold!
Then she was back. I felt the warmth of her leg, resting against mine. Then another, settling on the other side of me. The weight of someone on their knees dipped the bed either side of my waist.
Then a hand, holding the tip of my cock. Little shifts as she positioned herself. Warm skin, then incredible wetness, soft female skin almost flooded with her lubrication.
She rubbed the throbbing head of my manhood through her cleft. I felt her lips part, felt the searing heat of her body within. She rubbed my cock over and past the hard nub of her clitoris, across the her opening to her perineum, and back. I barely dared to breathe. It’d only been less than a month since we’d last made love – not much in our book – but somehow it felt like the first time we’d done this.
Finally she stopped, the head of my penis seated just inside her entrance. Right on the cusp – not enough to say we’re fucking, just enough to keep my cock positioned on target.
She was hesitating about something. I wonder what? It’s not like we hadn’t done this a month ago. Well, not this, never any kinky stuff. Maybe that’s why? I was liking this new forward Aimee, I didn’t really want her to go back to the tightly bundled-up person she was before.
I lifted my hips, the tip of my cock pushing insistently into her incredibly slick passage. I slid inside her easily, but after that it slowed significantly. I felt her pussy lips struggle to stretch around my girth. I’d always loved this – benefits of a petite wife.
Straight away, she raised herself up and away from my questing member. She pushed my hips down with her hands, and obediently I collapsed back to the bed. If she wasn’t into it I wasn’t about to push things further. Frustration and bitterness rose in me. We were so close to reconnecting again! Close to experiencing something new, not better but different than before. To birthing a new relationship, a stronger one.
“No, no, no” she whispered to herself, her voice still strangely husky.
Fuck! I heard the dreaded words with horror. She’d changed her mind. How long would she punish me now? Would our relationship ever go back to normal? My mind raced, but I couldn’t think of anything. Fortunately, she’d given me a script. Just two words. But in fact, that made it easy.
“Yes,” I croaked, my throat dry from excitement. “Yes, yes, yes.”