pirate is not someone who wants to settle down with just one wench. Right, me love?” I crawled into bed next to Chris and noticed he wasn’t wearing boxers. Usually the lack of clothing in bed meant he was ready for our own business. And of course asking about my love sick friend was his way of showing he cared about me and could be emotionally attached to me as well as physically in need of me. It’s a man’s way of foreplay. We were in my childhood bedroom, so odd, but even if quick and quiet, I’d take it when I could get it.
“Well, Nikki, my dear, you can’t worry your pretty little head with all of this prince pirate nonsense. What you need to worry about it is that pretty little neck of yours.” Chris started to kiss my neck. His touch was so soft and gentle. We have both always loved the energy we get from sex in taboo places; like my childhood bedroom at my father’s house or the cab of his truck on the side of a mountain road on the way home from a ski trip where we had a beautiful hotel room with a huge bed and huge bathtub in which to enjoy each other over and over again, but chose the side of the road as well. The naughty sex on the side of the road was so much more pulsating than any sex we had in the hotel. And sex at someone else’s house was always exciting. His kisses worked their way down to my breasts. They arose to the occasion rather quickly. He lingered there for a few moments and then moved south. He really had my attention then. For the first time since arriving in Virginia, I felt myself truly relax. I moved my hand out to him and rubbed his back. Then I slowly felt his back turn into the top of his head as his mouth found my stomach. I flinched when he tickled my side with the bit of scruff growing on his face. He was tender and slow, and I felt as if I was sinking into the mattress with each exhale. The tenderness quickly turned to rapid lust when I felt his tongue heating me up, and with a few quick flicks, I gasped so loud I grabbed the pillow from under my head and put it over my face. The taboo of sex at a parent’s house had so much to do with noise levels, and there was no room for squeals of pleasure. I knew what was coming next, so I had to prepare my loud mouth with some sound insulation. The rhythm of his tongue grew faster and faster, and I could hear one or two moans coming from below. I felt him throbbing against my leg. He wanted in, and he wanted in badly. With my back arched, pillow over my head and my breath held, he used two fingers and a fantastically talented tongue to bring me to a meadow of flowers in sunshine. A meadow, where behind my closed eyes, I was eighteen with Will’s face touching mine. I’m not sure why I had visions in my head during sex, but this time, as the breath was released from my lungs and blood rushed through my body, visons filled my head. As my muscles contracted and released several times rapidly in a matter of about sixty seconds, I could see hills, green grass, white puffy clouds, and flowers behind my eyes. And Will. I sighed, “Oh My God!” into my pillow and felt my wonderful, loving husband suck juices from me once more before he brought his mouth back to mine and slid right into my meadow scene. When I opened my eyes, the flowers were gone. Chris was with me instead of Will, and the orgasm I just had was still vibrating through my body, and the thrust of my husband sent me to an oblivion I have wanted to feel for so long. I was having a connection with my husband in a moment important to no one but us. He moved fast, whispered a few short moans, then said, “Oh, God, Nikki,” thrust once more and stopped. There we were hip to hip, him pulsing and shooting stars into the night. We were both still, and for a few seconds our bodies were so in tune, our throbbing became one. Then he collapsed on top of me, whispered something about great into my ear and laughed quietly.
“Laughing after sex is never a great thing, honey,” I
“Well, Nikki, my dear, you can’t worry your pretty little head with all of this prince pirate nonsense. What you need to worry about it is that pretty little neck of yours.” Chris started to kiss my neck. His touch was so soft and gentle. We have both always loved the energy we get from sex in taboo places; like my childhood bedroom at my father’s house or the cab of his truck on the side of a mountain road on the way home from a ski trip where we had a beautiful hotel room with a huge bed and huge bathtub in which to enjoy each other over and over again, but chose the side of the road as well. The naughty sex on the side of the road was so much more pulsating than any sex we had in the hotel. And sex at someone else’s house was always exciting. His kisses worked their way down to my breasts. They arose to the occasion rather quickly. He lingered there for a few moments and then moved south. He really had my attention then. For the first time since arriving in Virginia, I felt myself truly relax. I moved my hand out to him and rubbed his back. Then I slowly felt his back turn into the top of his head as his mouth found my stomach. I flinched when he tickled my side with the bit of scruff growing on his face. He was tender and slow, and I felt as if I was sinking into the mattress with each exhale. The tenderness quickly turned to rapid lust when I felt his tongue heating me up, and with a few quick flicks, I gasped so loud I grabbed the pillow from under my head and put it over my face. The taboo of sex at a parent’s house had so much to do with noise levels, and there was no room for squeals of pleasure. I knew what was coming next, so I had to prepare my loud mouth with some sound insulation. The rhythm of his tongue grew faster and faster, and I could hear one or two moans coming from below. I felt him throbbing against my leg. He wanted in, and he wanted in badly. With my back arched, pillow over my head and my breath held, he used two fingers and a fantastically talented tongue to bring me to a meadow of flowers in sunshine. A meadow, where behind my closed eyes, I was eighteen with Will’s face touching mine. I’m not sure why I had visions in my head during sex, but this time, as the breath was released from my lungs and blood rushed through my body, visons filled my head. As my muscles contracted and released several times rapidly in a matter of about sixty seconds, I could see hills, green grass, white puffy clouds, and flowers behind my eyes. And Will. I sighed, “Oh My God!” into my pillow and felt my wonderful, loving husband suck juices from me once more before he brought his mouth back to mine and slid right into my meadow scene. When I opened my eyes, the flowers were gone. Chris was with me instead of Will, and the orgasm I just had was still vibrating through my body, and the thrust of my husband sent me to an oblivion I have wanted to feel for so long. I was having a connection with my husband in a moment important to no one but us. He moved fast, whispered a few short moans, then said, “Oh, God, Nikki,” thrust once more and stopped. There we were hip to hip, him pulsing and shooting stars into the night. We were both still, and for a few seconds our bodies were so in tune, our throbbing became one. Then he collapsed on top of me, whispered something about great into my ear and laughed quietly.
“Laughing after sex is never a great thing, honey,” I
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