My hands clasped his head to me, swept his back. I wanted to rise, please him, but right then I simply hadn’t the energy.
His mouth lifted off my nipple with a soft pop! before his head returned to my sex, his lips finding my pearl, drawing it out, sucking it in to where his amazing tongue could swirl, tease and torment.
Perfectly.
My hips rose and fell against his mouth, my clit clamouring to be pushed just a little further. I felt his hand stroking my hip; my hand swept down, caught his, tangled fingers with his. He squeezed gently, continued his oral worship and I gave another cry, louder this time, deeper.
Then his hands caught my bum, lifted my sex higher into his face and he was sucking and kissing and nibbling and probing and licking, feeding a half-mad primal beast deep within me and he shifted his hand, his thumb entering me and my cries became louder, more ragged as his loving hand and tongue and lips uncaged the beast, sent it charging through me, reds and golds and screams of ecstasy filling the woodland as I rocked beneath his mouth, endless, endless, endless…
I woke next to him, my head on his shoulder. I opened my eyes to the sun, utterly contented, utterly pleased I had accepted Erin’s offer.
Dale’s hand gently stroked my hip.
“How’s the prettiest sun-chaser?” he said softly.
“Oh my god, Dale!” I whispered. “You have no idea.”
He laughed, gave me a soft hug.
“You’re welcome.”
From the position of the sun over us, I hadn’t slept very long. I looked down, saw his organ, still hard, purple. I watched it sway slightly as he breathed, wondered at the magic of it.
I stretched my hand out, ran a fingertip along it. It bounced a little under my touch and I laughed.
Closing my fingers around it, I rose to my knees. I began pumping it softly, velvet skin flowing over a core of iron as I bent my lips to his, hoping he could sense the happiness, the pleasure within me, the joy of his making.
I rose, straddled his legs, lowered myself, lightly dragged my breasts over his taut sac. I saw him take a deep breath, hold it. I smiled at him as I slowly brushed my soft boobs along the length of his rod before moving back, dropping my mouth to his cock.
I opened my mouth, put my tongue half out, brushed the underside of his crown against it, then again. His aroma filled my nostrils, musk and desire. I felt it resonate deep within me.
I closed my lips, sucked in slightly and began to move along his length, slowly now, my hand on his shaft pumping to match my head. I heard his breath above me, smiled inside at the touch of his fingers in my hair.
I pulled off him, gave a series of broad tongue-strokes from top to bottom. My eyes locked on to his; I could see him watching me, fascinated, delighted. I pulled back, gave him a bright smile, began running my hand up and down his wet shaft.
I took him deeper into my mouth, sucking hard now, my tongue running along the underside of his cock and I bobbed up and down over him, as quickly as I could, my hand rolling and caressing the tender contents of his sac.
His eyes were closed now. I could see the tension in his abs, heard his breath catch, felt a sudden quivering in his thighs.
Dale gave a slight moan of disappointment when I released him. I knelt beside him, bent down for a kiss. His lips were gentle now, but I could sense how much I had pleased him, how much he wanted more.
I bent, nipped his flat nipple with my teeth.
“C’mon, lazy-bones,” I giggled.
Without saying more, I turned away from him, resting on hands and knees with my bum facing him. I spread my legs, waved my bottom from side to side. I could feel a soft breeze on the wetness of my swollen sex, then he was behind me, one hand on my hip, the other guiding himself into me.
His crown probed once, adjusted, entered. I almost purred at the always-amazing feeling of being happily filled by a strong, loving man. I could feel the stiff rim of his cock distending my slippery walls. He entered slowly, considerately, but as he moved deeper and deeper into my welcoming sex, I began to worry just a little. I like doggie-style, but it’s one of the deeper positions, Dale wasn’t short and poked ovaries hurt. Then he was in all the way; I could feel the brushing of his sac against my bottom. It felt heavenly.
Without moving inside me, he ran those delicious big hands over my bottom and back.
“How’re you doing?” he asked.
I clenched with my inner muscles. “Very, very good!” I whispered.
He gave my bottom another slap, much softer, loving this time, then his hands seized my hips and he slowly began to withdraw. Every fraction of movement launched a chorus of approval from every nerve in my pussy and boobs — just about everywhere, come to think of it. The joyous feeling soared up and up as that delicious, capable cock slid back into me.
Faster now, his length began to drive in and out of me, thrilling and delighting my body, tingles of pleasure turning to ripples of joy turning to waves of excitement. I tried to reciprocate, wiggle my bum, but his hands held me pretty well in place.
I was gasping for breath now, but tried backing into him to meet his thrusts. He relaxed his grip a bit and I shoved backwards, smiled to hear my bum slap against his belly, then again. Harder now, faster, my arousal growing with each thrust.
I felt my boobs swaying and swinging beneath me, shivered as those long, hard nipples swept over the soft grass beneath me.
I started to drop my head, felt Dale catch my hair in one hand, pull me back against him. He leaned in, his body bent over mine, still deep within me. The angle made the brief kiss awkward, but I treasured it even as he released my hair and redoubled his pounding strokes.
The heat built within me with every thrust, with every quiver of every part of my body, with every touch and sound and I came in a loud cry, sunlight and bliss and glory. My head fell to the grass; my body would have joined it had he not held me up.
I could hear him panting behind me as he lunged, felt his fingers sinking into the softness of my hips. With a great roar, he stopped; I could feel him pulsing and throbbing, jetting his joy into my depths.
He took a few pleasure strokes, bent over me, wrapped his arms around my waist. Together we fell gently to one side, lay spooning, still joined. I felt the fading orgasmic echoes dying out, laughed softly at the feel of his occasional twitch within me.
Oh, yes. Oh, very yes, Erin. I found myself wondering if she had had this much enjoyment on her runs.
Dale’s hand ran over my face, love and comfort in his fingertips. A few moments later, I could feel his arm grow heavier, felt him relax, heard a soft snore.
I smiled softly.
And joined him.
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We walked down the trail, no more than a minute from the finish point. His hand felt good in mine.