Tasty Creampie

The morning starts out ‘normal’ enough.  Veronica and I gently drift into consciousness, snuggle up to one another and whisper sweet nothings.

Go lock the door and come back to bed with less clothes on, I instruct.

Veronica scoots off to the bathroom [sex is never comfortable with a full bladder...] then follows my instructions, crawling back into bed without the boy-shorts or tank-top she slept in.

Come and get me

I lay on top of her and we kiss, her hand reaching down to guide my very hard cock to her pussy.  But her juices aren’t fully flowing just yet and it’s a little difficult getting started.  I tell her to move up on the bed and I move down her body, kissing my way past her erect nipples and down her tummy to her pussy.  Gently, I lap at her clit and run long strokes of my tongue up and down her lips.

This past week, it seems like a lot of our sexual activity has been of the quickie variety, which we both greatly enjoy.  But I know it’s been at least a week since she’s had one of those crying out please-don’t-stop orgasms, a streak I intend to stop this morning.

Come up here, I want your cock in me

What, you don’t like what I’m doing?

Of course I do.  But I don’t want to make a lot of noise, and that will happen if you keep it up, when we have guests in the house.

She’s right, of course.  My mother and my sister are sleeping downstairs, since they are visiting for DBs birthday.  We have no problem with fucking while family is visiting, but oral doesn’t bring out Veronica’s vocal side.  I move back up her prone figure, her legs spread wide for me, and slide my cock easily inside her this time.  She may not have been comfortable getting eaten to orgasm while family is here, but my oral ministrations sure got her ready for my cock.

For the next several minutes we make love, holding each other close, the only movement seemingly coming from our hips.  I still find it amazing that our upper bodies can remain almost motionless except for our heads moving as we kiss, yet I can be giving her long, languid strokes with my cock, my hips rolling back and forth.  Soon I feel my orgasm building and I push up off her chest and look down between my thighs.  I watch my glistening cock sliding in and out of her pussy, a sight that never fails to put me over the edge, then collapse on top of her as I feel one, two, then a third spurt of cum soak her already dripping pussy.

We lay still for a moment, catching our breaths, whispering I-love-you’s to each other.  I pull out and kiss my way down her torso.  It’s not unusual at all for me to kiss her breasts or tummy as I getting off her after we’ve had sex, but this morning I have something else in mind.

I want to eat her pussy again, this time as it’s full of my cum.  And family downstairs be damned.

I push her thighs apart and gently lick her clit.  I move down further and run my tongue along her open and oh-so-wet pussy, the taste familiar yet slightly different.  A little saltier *grin*

I probe a little deeper, fully enjoying the experience, when Veronica stops me.

Honey, you’re too scruffy for me to enjoy

It’s true.  It’s now Sunday morning, I haven’t shaved since Friday morning, and my stubble is quite rough.  Rough enough to keep her from enjoying my tongue.  It’s one thing for me to tongue her clit and lips, but another thing entirely for me to tongue-fuck her cum-filled pussy, my face smothered by her pussy, when I’m scruffy like that.

So I stop, reluctantly.  Oh well, there’s always next time.