There is always a time at night, an hour or so after we fuck, that I want you again. The physical feeling seems to fade too quickly for me after I cum. In the dark, I feel your warmth and hear your quiet breath. The conscious you, the physical, sexual you is gone, off to your own dreams and wherever those dreams take you. I press myself against you and you turn over predictably and I feel the soft flesh of your ass press against me. I respond involuntarily, feeling myself get hard between your warm, soft cheeks.

Two hours ago…

You threw yourself playfully into the bed, put your hands on my chest and pushed me back into the bed. You turned away from me as you do sometimes, kneeling by my waist. I feel your hand on me and your slow, deliberate strokes. Soon, I feel my cock slide into the warm wetness of your mouth. You rarely start subtle, and I watch your head bob up and down as you lube me with your spit, sucking hard, pausing only to tell me how much you’ve wanted to suck my dick. I rub your ass and find that familiar place, my thumb and part of my palm nestled between your cheeks massaging your right cheek. I close my eyes and tell you to suck me harder. You respond and let me feel your teeth as you bite lightly. You grab my shaft tight and suck hard on the head of my cock—you know this makes me shudder… I grip the sheets tightly and enjoy the intensity.

As I think back on this memory now, I roll over on my back and begin to stroke my cock slowly… letting it swell, feeling the texture of my veins stiffen along my shaft.

I close my eyes and remember your silhouette in the twilight, the effects of gravity pulling your breasts down as they sway with your movement. I tease your erect nipples, light pinches, and tugs… but the warm wetness of your mouth distracts me, and my cock begins to throb involuntarily.

An hour and a half ago…

You press my cock against my stomach and lick the underside of my shaft, up and down… I feel you playfully tug on one of my balls with your teeth. You always seem to know what I want before I do. I arch my back. I run my hand down between your cheeks to your inner thigh, brushing lightly over your wet pussy. I let my thumb slide inside you and slowly massage the rough wetness of your g-spot. You lift your leg over me and present me with that part of you that only I can know, that only I can taste, your raw sex, the bare, parted lips of your wet pussy exposed. You lower yourself onto my waiting mouth and grind yourself against my chin. I lick you hungrily as we coordinate our rhythm. I stiffen my tongue and you push hard against me – I know how much you like to fuck my tongue. I pull you toward me, my tongue as deep as it will go, and I feel you lift your head up off my cock with a groan.

An hour ago…

You turn and straddle me. I feel your wet, swollen lips glide up and down the length of my cock. You put your hands on my chest and grind, lubing my shaft with your juices. Your eyes are closed, and you growl as you make yourself cum and cum again. You raise up and part your lips with my cock, sliding down my shaft. I am fully inside you and give you those short, hard thrusts you like in this position. You’re a cowgirl riding that untamed cock until you make it submit, until it’s used and spent. I put my hands on your waist and feel you quiver as you cum, your face skyward, and you let loose with more of those little growls that I love. “Make that cock wet, baby,” I say quietly, as I feel myself tense up. I follow you soon after. Minutes later, you lay on top of me, and I feel the warmth escape you and flow over my cock and between my legs. You lick my lips and open my mouth with your tongue,

A half hour ago…

I watch you in the bathroom, wearing only an old t-shirt. I’ll never get tired of that look. You turn and I steal a quick look at your pussy as you turn the lights off. I feel your weight in our bed, the movement of the sheets as you cover yourself and lie next to me and I can hear the sleep in your voice as you say good night. Moments later, your breathing deepens…

Now…

My cock aches with these memories and I stroke faster, my eyes close with the image of you on top of me… your sound, your taste, your scent, your movement… I feel my balls tighten and I arrive at that threshold, and I am no longer in control of my release…

I moan low and quiet; my thighs tense up; my cock begins to heave, and I feel the familiar warmth across my stomach and chest. My heavy, quick breathing subsides and slows to match yours as always… I squeeze my shaft hard, milking all I can. I massage the last drops of cum into the soft, spongy head of my cock. I lay back, tired and spent, throbbing and wet, my eyes getting heavy.

And you’re here and I’m here and I drift off to sleep, maybe I’ll find you in a dream.

Wicked Wednesday

5 thoughts on “Last Night

    1. Thanks very much Marie! I appreciate you reading this and taking the time to comment. Most of all I appreciate you posting this and giving me the opportunity here to express myself sexually in images and words. I’m glad you liked it!

  1. I loved this – it was such a great technique to go backwards and forwards around the sexual moment, it provided great insight into ‘your’ arousal and the sensations experienced and enjoyed. This came across as very real and relatable.

    1. Posy, thank you so much for reading my work and your comments – I appreciate it! Writing about my experiences and thoughts on sex is new to me and I have really enjoyed the content out there and the responses from others who are writing and creating images around their sexual experiences, your content included (which I enjoy). I’m a married heterosexual as well and what I’ve read on your site is very relatable and authentic as well! Thank you again!

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