back against his hard body.
“I know you’re tired. It’s been a long and eventful day,
love. I’ll cut you a break.”
Lindy could feel the tingle growing in her belly and head
straight for the hardening bud of her clit. It might be 3:00 a.m. after more
sex than she could remember having in months and she might desperately need
sleep but Lindy knew she would never be too tired for Tom.
“Oh,” she said again, this time tinged with a hint of
disappointment.
He pulled back the bedclothes and motioned for Lindy to
crawl in first.
“Let me just hold you, my insatiable woman.” Then he crawled
in beside her, his strong arms dragging her body closer to his.
Lindy bit back a smart comeback about male stamina and
instead snuggled into the curve of his lap and sighed.
Tom wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back
closer to his chest and then covered her left breast with his hand. Lindy sighed
and relaxed into his embrace. A slight twitch of his body startled her but soon
the gentle breathing of sleep soothed her as she drifted off.
* * * * *
The white morning sun was peeking through the wooden blinds
as Lindy opened her eyes. The smooth skin of Tom’s shaft was slipping in the
wetness between her thighs, the soft head of his cock pushing at her clit.
Lindy groaned and began to circle her hips.
Tom pulled her back against him and pushed inside her core
in a single, fluid motion. The sensation of him filling her once again made
Lindy bite at her lip to keep her emotions in check. His thickness stretched
her already-sore muscles but as he slid slowly in and out the pain quickly
turned to pleasure.
Lindy let him control her hips, not wanting to lose the
sleepy feeling of having no control. Still groggy, she remained relaxed and let
the feeling of pure pleasure take her higher.
Tom’s hand slid lower on her hip and delved into the curly
hairs, searching for her clit. He rubbed slowly in circles, keeping his pace
unhurried. The tingle turned to a glow then to a constant hum and Lindy’s
release came close. Her breathing was shallow, her moans turning to whimpers.
“Oh Tom, you are going to make me come.”
“Good. Coming is good.”
“No—it’s too much, too good. I can’t.” The panic rose inside
her. She couldn’t possibly feel this good. She didn’t want to feel this good. What
if it is all taken away from me again?
“Yes you can, Lindy. Yes you can.”
“Please, Tom.” The pleasure was beginning to wash away her fear
and she wanted it. She wanted all of it, to feel everything, to not be afraid
anymore.
“Please what?”
“Please don’t stop.”
“I am not going to stop. Just let go.”
Lindy was trying to fight her release, letting the denial
fuel her final climax, but she couldn’t hold on. All the blood had rushed to
the hard nub beneath Tom’s fingers. With his cock moving in her tight, wet
channel, it was more than she could handle. She screamed out her breath and let
go, the sensations carrying her to the place where only pleasure lived.
“Good morning, love.”
“Well good morning to you too,” she mumbled, drowsily lost
in the afterglow of her orgasm.
“Let’s go to the beach today. We’ll stop at the market and
pack a picnic. Does that sound okay with you?”
“That sounds perfect.” Lindy thought about the simple meals
they had shared on the porch and the feeling of normality washed though her,
bringing peace. She climbed out of bed and joined Tom in the shower.
They washed each other tenderly, enjoying the simple
pleasure of touch. The rhythm of their togetherness was easy as they moved
about the room dressing and getting ready for the day.
Lindy packed her beach bag, making sure she had her hat, her
SPF 60 sunblock, a paperback and plenty of water. Tom pulled on his bathing
trunks and a soft t-shirt and grabbed a rolled-up blanket from the closet
shelf. Patiently he waited for her to finish packing.
“Do we need a luggage cart to get that bag to the
“I know you’re tired. It’s been a long and eventful day,
love. I’ll cut you a break.”
Lindy could feel the tingle growing in her belly and head
straight for the hardening bud of her clit. It might be 3:00 a.m. after more
sex than she could remember having in months and she might desperately need
sleep but Lindy knew she would never be too tired for Tom.
“Oh,” she said again, this time tinged with a hint of
disappointment.
He pulled back the bedclothes and motioned for Lindy to
crawl in first.
“Let me just hold you, my insatiable woman.” Then he crawled
in beside her, his strong arms dragging her body closer to his.
Lindy bit back a smart comeback about male stamina and
instead snuggled into the curve of his lap and sighed.
Tom wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her back
closer to his chest and then covered her left breast with his hand. Lindy sighed
and relaxed into his embrace. A slight twitch of his body startled her but soon
the gentle breathing of sleep soothed her as she drifted off.
* * * * *
The white morning sun was peeking through the wooden blinds
as Lindy opened her eyes. The smooth skin of Tom’s shaft was slipping in the
wetness between her thighs, the soft head of his cock pushing at her clit.
Lindy groaned and began to circle her hips.
Tom pulled her back against him and pushed inside her core
in a single, fluid motion. The sensation of him filling her once again made
Lindy bite at her lip to keep her emotions in check. His thickness stretched
her already-sore muscles but as he slid slowly in and out the pain quickly
turned to pleasure.
Lindy let him control her hips, not wanting to lose the
sleepy feeling of having no control. Still groggy, she remained relaxed and let
the feeling of pure pleasure take her higher.
Tom’s hand slid lower on her hip and delved into the curly
hairs, searching for her clit. He rubbed slowly in circles, keeping his pace
unhurried. The tingle turned to a glow then to a constant hum and Lindy’s
release came close. Her breathing was shallow, her moans turning to whimpers.
“Oh Tom, you are going to make me come.”
“Good. Coming is good.”
“No—it’s too much, too good. I can’t.” The panic rose inside
her. She couldn’t possibly feel this good. She didn’t want to feel this good. What
if it is all taken away from me again?
“Yes you can, Lindy. Yes you can.”
“Please, Tom.” The pleasure was beginning to wash away her fear
and she wanted it. She wanted all of it, to feel everything, to not be afraid
anymore.
“Please what?”
“Please don’t stop.”
“I am not going to stop. Just let go.”
Lindy was trying to fight her release, letting the denial
fuel her final climax, but she couldn’t hold on. All the blood had rushed to
the hard nub beneath Tom’s fingers. With his cock moving in her tight, wet
channel, it was more than she could handle. She screamed out her breath and let
go, the sensations carrying her to the place where only pleasure lived.
“Good morning, love.”
“Well good morning to you too,” she mumbled, drowsily lost
in the afterglow of her orgasm.
“Let’s go to the beach today. We’ll stop at the market and
pack a picnic. Does that sound okay with you?”
“That sounds perfect.” Lindy thought about the simple meals
they had shared on the porch and the feeling of normality washed though her,
bringing peace. She climbed out of bed and joined Tom in the shower.
They washed each other tenderly, enjoying the simple
pleasure of touch. The rhythm of their togetherness was easy as they moved
about the room dressing and getting ready for the day.
Lindy packed her beach bag, making sure she had her hat, her
SPF 60 sunblock, a paperback and plenty of water. Tom pulled on his bathing
trunks and a soft t-shirt and grabbed a rolled-up blanket from the closet
shelf. Patiently he waited for her to finish packing.
“Do we need a luggage cart to get that bag to the
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