I was lying down on the sofa after a pretty exhausting day. We’d had a smoke. I was completely relaxed. He put on Some Pre-Emptive Strike 1.0 at my request. He cuddled up next to me in his long blue nightie. He moved forward, eager for kisses. We kissed, long, slow kisses. I felt my hand wandering up his leg, past his skirt, up his thigh, nesting on his ass as I pulled him closer. He was seducing me, and doing a damn good job of it.
He moved closer to me, pressing his body next to mine. I pulled him closer still as we kissed, our tongues entwined, our lips moist and warm. I touched him down there, rubbed him. He moaned. I moved my leg onto his hip. He reached down and stroked my pussy from behind. He wanted more. He’s so gentle and there’s something utterly erotic and feminine about the way he moves his body. It drives me wild.
I pulled him on top of me and held his cock in my hand as I rubbed myself. I teased him for quite a while, I moaned and played with him a little. I could feel him writhing, desperate to receive stimulation as he watched me. He was so pretty, so wanting. Eventually, I pulled him down inside me. I was lost in another dimension of pleasure. Completely captive, but so was he. He fucked me, slowly at first, moving his perfect body in motion with mine. I pulled him in closer, repositioning him to hit my Gspot. It was bliss.
I came, long, hard, beautiful, everything was released, everything that I had. He came too, afterward, he lay there, still inside me, between my legs. I held onto him tightly. It was hard coming back into reality after that. We ambled down to bed and after some ramblings, he fell asleep.