Boner Fide

It’s Sunday morning. We’re deep in snug, dark chocolate coloured flannelette, offspring putting to use their self sufficiency breakfast making training.

“Hug me. Hmm that’s nice.”

“You’ve given me boner.”

I giggle and even after nearly 19 years I am flattered that he has this reaction (yes, I know, it could just be morning “wood” but I’m holding onto the thought that he finds me irresistible okay?)

“I didn’t do anything.”

“You don’t have to. The feel of you makes me hard.”

He edges even closer so I can feel just how hard.

I stay quite still enjoying the anticipation. Will we be taking this further?

His warm hand travels in an arc from breast to belly, skimming my cunt and down across my thighs.

“I like it when you’re hard.”

He pets my furry pussy like it’s an animal, innocently enough, until his fingers burrow and press a little, searching out my clit.

He makes a small, satisfied sound as if he’s glad he’s found it. I know I am as his fingertip strokes me, steady and firm until I’m wriggling like an eel wanting more.

Enough with the teasing I think and throw my legs over his thigh so I’m effectively sitting in his lap while laying down. What I want is the boner in me. I reach down and hurriedly guide his hard cock into pussy. He laughs, delighted with my want of him.

He has one hand under my ass squeezing me, his other hand jammed between us pressing at my clit and his lovely cock making merry in my wet and achy pussy – this concentration of activity, all hands, all cock, all kisses at my neck and shoulder, this all out assault has me close to coming in no time flat.

The flannelette gets thrown back, there’ll be time for cosy after we’re done, right now we need space.

He sits up on his heels, we lose physical connection for a moment, a moment that becomes filled with the beautiful sight of him stroking for me and me opening my legs wide to show off and rub my clit, he likes that and wants to see more, he holds my leg aloft and pressed back, stretching my muscles, intensifying my need, magnifying the emptiness.

“Fingers, put them in me, hard, please.”

I’m taken by surprise by my own urgency, my body takes over - Whoosh, there’s that familiar unstoppable intense wave as his hand fills me and my pleasure melts around his fingers, leaving me moaning and gasping.

I get my breath for two seconds, he’s back thrusting his cock into my wetness, one of my legs is way high beyond his shoulder so it’s like I’m doing gymnastics (lucky I’m bendy) and his entire pelvis is crashing into my pussy and rubbing against my ass at every push. The grind is sublime.

“I like that. I like how you bang into me, how your whole body thuds against me hard like that. Do it some more.”

My invitation is met with a grunt and thrusts so deep that it’s all very nearly too much and for a split second I believe it is, but then he’s back, his beautiful cock buried all the way in me and now it’s his turn - his hips make little pushes at every surge, punctuating his orgasm until he’s spent. We untangle my legs from around his neck and settle back down under the covers.

“Hug me. Hmm that’s nice.”

I like how these things start so small.