As we kissed, I slipped my hand out from inside his dressing gown. I gripped at the belt holding his gown together and gave it a gentle pull. It was enough to loosen the front of Peter’s gown, just far enough for to pull the top open. I placed my head back down, this time resting against his bare chest, this time feeling the warmth of his skin against my cheek. I could hear his heart beating fast, and I knew it wasn’t my imagination.
“You will make somebody very happy, Peter,” I said.
“Don’t I make you very happy, Amina?” he replied.
“Oh, Peter,” I responded, bring my hand up and placing it against his bare cheek as I kissed the young lad once more. “You don’t know how happy you make me feel. I just don’t have the words to tell you.”
I paused for a moment, simply looking up at the sweet young Peter.
“It’s just… well… one day I will grow old, and you… you will still be young,” I continued.
“Shhh,” Peter responded. “Until that day comes, we have each other, and once it arrives my love for you will never wane.”
“I love you, Peter… I do love you.”
As I spoke, I ran my hand back down over his chest, all the way until my arm nestled around his waist. Without warning, I pulled Peter in close. I wasn’t intending to, but my very movement released the loosely tied belt, and Peter’s gown fell open.
“No clothes?” I teased, glancing down at his now visible cock.
“Errm… I’m… sorry…” Peter responded, suddenly feeling that his nakedness was breaking the moment. “I just wanted to surprise you with breakfast, before you woke up. I didn’t want to disturb you as I got dressed.”
“Sorry?” I asked. “Do you hear me saying sorry?”
I didn’t wait for any answer. Instinctively, I reached down and placed my hand over his limp manhood. It was the first time I’d really felt him soft like this. I knew what I was doing, and what effect it would have on the young lad, but I just couldn’t help myself but start to play.
Peter didn’t disappoint. There was something so satisfying in his reaction. Peter’s cock swelled under my fingers, as I teased at his limpness. There was no denying it, blood was rushing through his young body, heading down to meet my every caress. I felt his manhood pulse, then stiffen, pulse again, then lengthen.
Oh yes, this was the Peter I had come to love.
In no time at all, Peter’s limpness was becoming a memory. He was growing with every touch and, yes, I was making sure to touch every inch of him. I ran my hand down and toyed with his balls for a while, then returned to his stiffer but still pliable cock. Wrapping my fingers around his shaft, I started to stroke my lover… long, slow movements along the very length of his manhood.
“Do you like that?” I asked, continuing to work his rapidly hardening member.
“Mmmm, Amina,” Peter replied. “I thought you had a train to catch.”
“Not without saying thank you,” I responded.
“And… just how do you intend to do that?” Peter asked, his question more rhetorical than inquisitive.
“Like this,” I answered, smiling as I pulled myself out of his arms.
Peter didn’t have the chance to think about what was coming next. In one move, I turned to face the young lad, swung a leg over his, and pulled myself up to a kneeling position across his lap. I eased the borrowed fleecy top up slightly and leant forwards against his naked torso.
Immediately I could feel his now rampant shaft pressing firmly between our bodies. My mind was racing away with me. Already, I was dreaming of having him inside, riding him long and slow, gently working him all the way until he filled my loins with his manly warmth. I had to tell myself not to rush things, not to spoil this special moment we had together.
I pressed my mouth down against Peter’s and we kissed once more. This time wasn’t quite full-on snog, but for sure was more than just a gentle peck. I wanted Peter to know how much he meant to me, and from the way he responded to my every touch, he wanted to show me the same.
As I felt the tingle in my lips, I found myself grinding my bushy mound against his hard shaft. Peter purred softly against my embrace. Had he already gotten the message as to what was on offer? If not, he was soon going to. I pulled away from that most sensual of kisses and turned my attention to his open gown.
“Let’s take this off,” I whispered, pulling the sides further apart.
There was no hesitation from Peter as he helped ease the gown over his shoulders and down his arms. My lover was now naked in front of me, and all I could think of, was joining him.
“My turn,” I whispered, raising my arms into the air.
I didn’t need to ask twice. Taking a firm grip at the bottom of the fleece, Peter eased it upwards. I gasped as the soft fabric slid over my already hard nipples, held my breath as it passed over my face, then smiled back at Peter.
“Like what you see?” I asked, pushing my breasts together with my hands and making the most seductive deep cleavage.
The thought hadn’t crossed my mind before, but as I knelt there staring at my full mounds, I did wonder what it would be like to have his cock sandwiched in between. How would it feel to have him fuck my soft breasts? Could I make him cum? Would he squirt again all over my naked flesh, just like in the shower?
I shook my head. What did it say of me, that I was entertaining such slutty fantasies? Either way, it would have to go on the already growing list of things for next time.
I leaned forward a little. I kissed Peter on the lips, then whispered in his ear.
“Would you like to play with them?”
Like a child with a new toy, Peter just smiled.
I moved even closer; my eyes fixed on Peter’s as he stared at my plump breasts. I was so close that I could feel his breath blowing warm against my hard nipples. Slowly I grazed a nipple along his soft lips, running the length from right to left. A second time had me gasping, as my sensitive rock was met with the wetness of Peter’s tongue. A third time made me squeal as Peter sucked firmly against my teasing nub.
I simply knelt there, eyes closed, letting the young lad suckle on my motherly breasts. The tingle which had earlier filled my lips, was now teasing my sensitive nipples.
I could feel the pounding in my heart.
I could feel the ache in my loins.
I moaned again as he switched from one side to the other, repeating his torment, making my nipples harder than ever before. Peter licked. Peter suckled. Peter pulled firmly with his lips as he sucked hard against my sensitive rock, before releasing it with an audible plop.
Peter was divine.
I loved the feeling in my breasts as he continued to work them, but I needed more. I longed to feel him deep inside again, so much so, that I could feel the ache of desire.
Before I knew it, I could feel a whole lot more. Instinctively, I moved my hand down between my legs, my fingers teasing at my now puffy outer lips. In no time at all I could feel the slickness of sweet love juices seeping out as I eased my labia apart.
On and on, Peter suckled at my breasts.
On and on, I toyed at my sex, working one then two fingers into my opening. The feeling was becoming addictive. The more I worked at my now sodden sex, the more aroused I felt. The more aroused I felt, the more I needed to work my pussy.