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I pulled my thumb from her ass and used both hands to pull her nipples roughly away from her chest.
That did it for both of us. As I drenched the inside of her, her own cum was flowing freely over me.
We held that position for what seemed like forever. I think we both held our breath, too. Finally, we capsized onto our sides on the bed, still joined at the genitals. I was still mostly hard, so I gently spoon-fucked her as we struggled to regain somewhat normal breathing.
Suddenly, Marianne started to giggle.
"What's so funny?"
"Us."
"What do you mean?"
By this time, she had pulled off my now-deflated cock and turned to embrace me. She tried to kiss me, but she was chuckling too hard.
"Come on, baby, why are you laughing? What did I do?"
"Just kiss me till I calm down."
"Sure." I kissed her, with exhausted passion at first, but after a while, tenderly. I was truly in post-coital bliss, which, for a guy, means drowsy.
"Wake up, lover boy, I'm not done with you yet," Marianne purred.
"Yeah, I think you are. You used me up for now," I said.
"Aha, the operative phrase is, 'for now.' Well, guess what? You're staying the night. I just bet I can get more out of you later if I put my mind to it. But right now, we need a shower. You're just as drenched with sweat and cum as I am. Come on, the shower's big enough for two, if they're good enough friends. Are we good enough friends by now?" she asked, batting her big brown eyes at me innocently.
"I think so."
"Be a dear and go out and put out the torches while I change the bedding. I think we made it a little messy," she grinned. "I'll meet you in the shower."
We behaved in the shower, at least at first. I shampooed and conditioned her lovely hair, and I washed her back for her, although she took care of the front of her body. When she turned her attention to me, she washed every part of me. Every part. Even though I was drained, and more than a little tired from the wine and the sex, my body responded when I rinsed the shampoo from my head and opened my eyes. Marianne was on her knees in front of me, her face less than a foot from my re-invigorating dick.
"He looks different this way," she said.
"Huh?"
"He looks different this way, you know, not rock hard. Nice, beautiful, in fact, but still.... Hmm, I think I like him better the other way." Without any more fanfare, she sucked my cock deep into her mouth.
In seconds, the feel of her talented lips and tongue on my manhood had me getting as hard as ever.
"Marianne, I'm not sure I can cum again right now. You took a lot out of me," I moaned.
"Yeah, I know. Believe me, baby, I should know," she said, smiling up at me. "That doesn't stop this from feeling good, does it?"
"No."
"Then shut up and enjoy, because I like doing this to you. I like giving you pleasure. Who knows, maybe you'll pay me back at some point," she said, as she pushed my cock upwards so she could suck my left nut into her mouth.
If I bent just the right way, I could play with her nipples between my fingers. I loved the soft little moans and squeals she made, depending on whether I was massaging them or pinching them.
After thoroughly massaging my balls with her tongue and sucking and nibbling the skin of my scrotum with her lips, Marianne began to lick the entire length of my shaft. Soon her one hand moved down to stimulate her clit.
Marianne looked up at me with her smoldering brown eyes. "Sucking you makes me so damn hot I think I could just burst into flame. But, my God, honey, my pussy's tired. I'm not sure I can make love with you again right now. You felt huge inside me. I guess it's just that it's been such a long time since much more than a finger or two has been inside me."
"That's OK, Marianne. Before we came in here, I said I wasn't sure I could do anything more tonight."
"But you're good and hard. And you're leaking like crazy. Have I told you how good you taste on my tongue? I'm afraid I might not enjoy having that big meat-stick in my poor ravaged pussy again right now, but don't you need to cum again?"
"I need to, I want to, but I'm tired too, so no, if you want to stop there, I'm fine. Let's just get out and dry off. I want to hold you and touch you."
"It would be wonderful if we could just fall asleep against each other. I haven't slept in a man's arms in far too long," she said with a tender smile.
We dried each other off, rubbing, caressing, touching, and kissing. When we made it back to the bed, we laid down entwined in each other's arms. I fell asleep after I felt her breathing soften as her head lay on my chest. The last thing she had said to me was, "I'm going to make you happy in the morning."
The next thing I was aware of was a warm, moist, delicious sensation on my penis. Was I dreaming? I decided I must be, and the dream was wonderful. Marianne was bathing my morning wood with her tongue. Then I realized it was light in the room. Morning had come.
"Well, this is a pleasant way to wake up," I said softly.
"Good morning, sleepyhead," Marianne said between licks. "Did you sleep well?"
"Like a man who had a wonderful, passionate night with a talented, beautiful woman."
"You forgot to say insatiable," Marianne giggled. "But then, I was the one who said I might be too sore to really enjoy having you inside me like I wanted to, so I guess you must have sated me."
"How do you feel this morning?" I asked.
"Ready." With that, she swung her body over me and squatted with her pussy poised over my erection. "Make love to me, Kevin."
She lowered herself onto me slowly. She was right. She felt ready. Tight, slippery, hot, and ready. Slowly, she raised and lowered herself, taking long strokes, occasionally swiveling her hips slightly so that I really began to understand the derivation of the term, "screwing."
"Come down here, baby. I need to kiss you. I need to feel your beautiful breasts against my chest," I said.
She lowered her upper body to mine, rubbing her hard nipples against mine, kissing me with tenderness, emotion, and soft passion. We weren't fucking this time, we were making love. There was no urgency, no rushing to climax, no screaming, no grunting, no sweating – just a beautiful, soft, warm feeling of intimacy.
After a few minutes, by unspoken agreement, we rolled over as one conjoined body, so that we were in a classic missionary position. Marianne's arms and legs enveloped my torso and thighs as her feminine depths enveloped my manhood. We made love in a way that ensured that the pleasure would last a long time. When we finally came, we came together. It was quiet, gentle, and immensely satisfying.
After many deep but loving kisses, I moved off her. She rolled on her side, and I spooned up against her.
"That was nice," she said.
"Yeah, it really was." I was very relaxed, and gave some consideration to dozing again, since I thought she had drifted off.
She broke the silence. "You're poking me," she chuckled.
"What?"
"Your cock. It's poking me in the ass."
I realized my erection had never gone completely soft, and was now nestled between her warm, firm butt-cheeks. "Sorry."
"Don't be. I like it. Have you ever done more than just poke a woman like that?" she asked.
"What do you mean?"
"Have you ever fucked a girl's ass?"
"Actually, no. Has anyone ever done that to you?"
"Not yet," Marianne said in a sultry whisper. She was grinning back at me over her shoulder. "So, what are your dinner plans for tonight?"
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