I loved the way she smelled when she stepped out of the shower, her natural scent and Bath & Body Works body spray mixing together to form a sensual and arousing performance that always turned me on. Lene was getting ready to get dressed as we were about to head to my parents house in Philadelphia for the annual Thanksgiving family dinner. Before I allowed her to finish picking out her outfit, I had a few things to be thankful for myself.
"Baby?" She giggled, "what are you doing? We have to get ready to go!" I responded with a light nibble to the base of her neck while pulling her hips back toward me. We were directly in front of our bedroom's full length mirror and I could see the look in her eyes as I hit her spot: she was no longer pressed about leaving so soon.
I murmured another response into her damp hair as my hands began tracing a line of seduction from her hips to her breasts, playfully pinching her already erect nipples. She leaned her head back and moaned toward the sky as I let one hand wander back down toward her box of honey, already soaking wet. I knew my baby's spots, and I knew how to take care of them.
She turned around on me, still fully nude, her breasts perky and fresh, nipples pointed toward me. Without warning, Lene jumped up, wrapping her legs around my waist and simultaneously pushing my head down to her chest. She loved having her titties sucked on and played with. I'm glad that I hadn't gotten dressed yet, as the very tip of my dick was now prodding gently at the sweet and wet entrance to her pussy. She pushed herself down on me, a groan flying from her lips as I spread her open. God, it was as if she were made for me, molded to fit so perfectly around my shaft.
Her hips began to rock as she kissed and sucked on my neck and ears, stoking the flames of my passion and increasing my already enraged desire. I grabbed and squeezed her ample ass, spreading and kneading her cheeks, working her further and further onto my dick.
I turned us sideways, so that we were in profile view of the mirror. She loved watching us make love. She looked to the side and watched her long legs wrapped around me, her breasts smashed against my chest as I sucked on her neck. She got off on this, much like she was doing right now, her first orgasm sending spasms through her body and onto me. This was a strong one and caught me off guard as the vibrations rocked me down to my balls. Damn, what a feeling!
"Baby, fill me up!" she gasped as she rode the waves of pleasure to crescendo. With practiced dexterity and skill, I placed my arms under her legs as she wrapped her ankles around my neck. I pressed her back against the wall and began to pump furiously, my heavy and low swinging balls slapping against her ass, which further fueled her lust. She came again as my seed erupted into her, my dick pistoning in and out of her, juices flying everywhere. Her pussy, although so wet and slippery, was still as tight as the first time we had sex, and even tighter when she had an orgasm, which always intensified mine, much like what was happening now.
With her legs still wrapped around my neck, I lifted her off of the wall and nearly leapt over to the bed, fulfilling my quest as the king of our bedroom by continuing to drill her sweet snatch, determined to drain myself of every ounce of cum within me. The way she worked her kegel muscle showed that she shared my enthusiasm.
Finally, we were spent. The aroma of the freshly baked and cooling pies wafted in the room from the kitchen, snapping us out of our lustful reverie. I kissed Lene on the forehead, and then her nose, her mouth, letting our bodies calm down and allowing our breathing to return to normal. I gazed into her eyes, falling deeper and deeper for this woman, my emotional and physical match.
"I am so thankful for you, baby," I began as I slowly slid out of her wetness, "now let's go shower again." She responded with a kiss and a wink.